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Joseph Brown
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 4:34 pm


Tyr-Kana Ruins, Syntaxis
City of the Shades
DESCRIPTION - LOCATION - PEOPLE - RESOURCES - MYTH/LORE


Long long ago, far before steel and gunpowder ruled the earth, there was an ancient race known as the Tyr-Kana. Their war like attitude eventually led to their disappearance, and now all that remains is ruins.

More recently there is a group of creatures desperately trying escape their warlike nature. They have picked up the pieces of the ruins.

------DESCRIPTION---------------------

Shitty map when I get my scanner working


The grand city of Syntaxis is built in three parts: The lower city, the residential rise, and the upper city. The lower city being built at the bottom of the mountain, the upper on a plateau carved into the mountain and the residential rise connecting the two.

Though the once grand city is now in disrepair. The beautiful stone architecture reminiscent of the Mayans or Aztecs has long since fallen to piles. Grand staircases have become dangerously unstable, some walls could allow for armies to walk through, and some entire sections of the upper city have collapsed into pitfalls. Some of the towers and walls have been patched by the Shades, but construction has not progressed far.

New construction is limited, but it’s obvious what was built by the Tyr-Kana and what was built by the Yellow Eyed Shades. Where the Tyr-Kana built elaborate structures made to impress, the shades build simple and practical buildings from the salvaged material. Another difference is the use of Shadesteel, a metal created by the corruption of earth by Forgotten Matter. Long bands of the metal secure single room communal domiciles built into the walls or on their own.

Primary Ruins - What was once the lower city is perhaps in the worse shape of the entire ruin. Wind, snow and time has torn down walls and turned buildings into piles of rock. Rather than repair this section the shades use it more of a quarry to gather material for the upper city.
Shade patrols wander through the lower city to ensure nothing is hiding out or assaulting the worker shades.

The Residential Climb - The rising stairs that connected upper with lower city was the home of the middle class in Syntaxis’ prime. Specially built structures creating building on either side and one row in the centre marked a divided highway of stair and ramps. Now it serves as a convient chokepoint for the shades. Guards are posted all along the buildings and walls to protect the privacy of the recluse race.
The Climb cuts through the upper city and leads to the Market centre.

Market Centre - Once apon a time the centre of the upper city was an important location if one wanted to be a trader in the Tyr-Kana empire. While much has changed this area still bustles with movement. Shades work to create objects for the few non-shade residents of the city to trade with the outside world. Weapons, armour, or even elaborate jewellery from the jet shadesteel. This is also where the non-shade residents or visitors stay, inns are kept as comfortable as possible with a wide variety of fruits, vegetables, and grains thanks to the mana gardens. Meat and dairy has to be imported in, thus one is more likely to find a hunk of cheese than a steak.

Shade Mezza - What used to be the upper class section of Syntaxis is now the main shade residential area. Simple one room domiciles erupt from where ruins once were, and the more elaborate houses of the past have been mostly hollowed out to become communal houses.
The southern section of the Mezza has collapsed, and rock pile walls have to keep people out of the dangerous area.

Mana Wells - On the opposite side of the city of the Mezza lies the mana wells. These devices are what allow the shades to live peacefully away from the rest of Gaia. The device, pilfered from the Tyr-Kana and improved by the Shades, looks like a ruined stone pyramid floating upside-down over a similarly ruined altar. Four pillars surround the altar and a Bishop Shade stands watch maintaining the mana well. From this the shades are able to draw magical energy from Gaia itself, and exist without constant slaughter to consume souls. There are a few addition uses of the Wells:

Mana Lights - Throughout the city crystalline orbs are imbedded in the stone walls. At night they give a soft blue glow to the dark rooms and laneways of the city.
Disruption Field - Thanks to runes created by Shade Bishops, the wells emit a field that makes the large amount of magical and forgotten energy emitted by the shades hard to pinpoint.
Mana Gardens - Surrounding the two outdoor wells are elaborate gardens of fruit and flower. The wells raise the temperature and sustain the plants that could never be able to grow in such a cold climate. Shade gardeners and Shades just looking to rest their minds can often be found wandering the stone paths.
Shadow Pools The third well is inside a large stone structure rather than in the open. Rather than actively release energy, this Mana Well stockpiles what it collects in the form of liquid Forgotten Matter. Jet black liquid cascades from openings around the raised well into the closed off pools that take up most the structure. This is also where Shade smelters spend the day transforming forgotten matter and elemental earth into Shadesteel.

The Ruined Palace - The military and intellectual helm of the Yellow-Eyed shades. The once giant chambers have become training grounds, while temples and spires have become places to do research. It is here Omikron and other high ranking shades slave away deciphering the Tyr-Kana Mystic texts.

------LOCATION---------------------

Syntaxis is settled in the far north mountain ranges of the main continent. Wind is troublesome if you are not within the sheltered walls of the upper city, and even then the cold carries. While the winter is not permanent, its harshness and the relative isolation of the mountains leave few travellers to stumble by the city.

------People---------------------

The current inhabitants of the ruins are the Yellow-Eyed Shades led by Shadelord Omikron. These creatures have freed themselves from the violent yoke of The Forgotten One and yearn to live in peace.

Shades are for all intents and purposes, mostly humanoid. Their bodies are made entirely out of a jet black substance known as Forgotten Matter. The substance is not alined with shadow though, rather shares more traits with nullifying magic and raw arcane. The material is fairly malleable, and if a shade trains they can learn to stretch and distort their bodies into tools or deadly weapons. Other shades focus on hardening an outer layer of forgotten matter, giving them a permeant appearance of wearing plate armour. The most distinctive mark of a shade is rather than a face they have a single, and quite large, eye. The iris takes up almost the entire eye, and its colour depends on the Shadelord the shade serves under. Omikron’s colour is yellow. The Shades under Omikron have taken to sometimes wearing bulky human clothing to protect themselves from the elements. Simple hats, scarves, cloaks, and mantles are all popular.

85% of shades are mute and can only communicate telepathically with other shades. They have their own script, which is mostly used for runic inscriptions on weapons and objects. Shades mostly appreciate calm and relaxing actives, but some are still know to enjoy the thrill of combat.

------RESOURCES---------------------

Forgotten Matter - Formally known as “dark matter”, this substance is what the shades themselves are made of. Jet black not because of the property of darkness, but rather because Gaia itself is trying to purge itself of all memory of the Forgotten One. Since the shades were born out of the material of The Forgotten all creatures cannot visualise the true nature of the material. It would be like trying to imagine a colour that is not a mixture of the ones we know currently.

Shadesteel - The black hued metal created from forgotten matter and elemental earth is a tradable commodity. While it is not an impossibly strong material, it holds up to normal steel and is quite a bit more magically resistant.

Magical Energy - The inhabitants of Syntaxis do not think of the Mana Wells as much more than a source of nourishment. In truth, those magical generators could be used for much more.

------MYTH---------------------

Designated Hero
The Tyr-Kana are a strange race in that their long, gradual ascent to power was followed almost instantaneously by their sudden disappearance. Initially used as slaves, the Kana, as they were originally called, were a race of cat-like imps that had a lifespan of only a few years at most. The Kana, through years of artificial selection, began to grow stronger, live longer, and flourish as a species. They eventually evolved into biped, bilateral creatures that resembled a human with claws, cat-like ears and a scale-like pattern that ran down the length of their back. As all slave societies do at some point, an uprising occurred, and the Kana threw off the shackles of their masters.

That was not the end of their growth, however. Living in an area where predators were numerous, the Kana continued to struggle for survival. Their proximity to the gods only produced more evolutionary pressure upon them, as the gods consistently found joy in tormenting the beleaguered race. Resistance to sudden death was soon a common trait among the entire population, and became a vital role in their next evolutionary leap.

Fed up with being seen as mere playthings, two Kana lead their people on a crusade. They burned temples, killed pilgrims, and weathered the wrath of Sirtos, greater god of pestilence, upon themselves. The Kana were nearly wiped out by the god's fury, yet somehow their race survived. When Sirtos fell at the hands of two Kana (Valan Keil and Kyrein Traveska, as they came to be known in the texts), something strange occurred. The void of power caused by the fallen god had somehow empowered the race, giving the former slaves the power to survive unopposed in the Northern regions of Gaia. The Kana had become far more human in appearance, forgoing the cat-like appendages and only retaining the ringed irises that they were famous for.

As a result, the Tyr-Kana had become the dominating race over their entire region. Their society evolved along with the race. Instead of taking up the lives of nomads, they began to settle new regions. Syntaxis, a cultural and economical hub, became their greatest achievement. Kyrein and Valan became the militaristic and religious leaders of this new city, respectively, and surveyed its construction. Valan was responsible for ensuring that the city itself would be nearly impossible to take by force, while Kyrein was in charge of most residential, commercial, and religious construction. The resulting city became a two-tiered representation of the Tyr-Kana's might, and acted as the civilization's unofficial capital.

Their cultures and customs were based mostly around genetic and phenotypic traits. Citizens that had golden rings upon birth were the favored sons of society, becoming warriors and leaders for the group as a whole, while those with different colored rings were assigned various tasks. White rings were raised as the religious leaders, while purple rings were destined to become merchants and craftsmen, supplying most of the goods that powered society.

As the race flourished, they began to grow increasingly intelligent. Land became favorable, and they set out on campaigns to conquer distant territories. The more land that came under their influence, the more they began to revere warfare as a chosen method of living. Warriors and generals became the most revered positions in the culture, leaving religious leaders with less and less power as time went on. These increasingly powerless but spiritualy attuned Tyr-Kana soon atracted the atention of a powerful, but corrupting, entity: The Forgotten One.

At their peak, the Tyr-Kana had spread themselves out in a wide circle, 500 miles in diamater, building smaller cities and villages on the extreme ends near coastlines and even establishing settlements close to modern-day Lament. Only Syntaxis, which was reduced to ruins following the society's own civil war, and Dimas, the religious capital that took sides with The Forgotten One, remain standing today. Both cities are located near the heart of the empire.

Soon after attaining this peak, a small conflict arose in Dimas, resulting in the death of two priests and one soldier. The army was ordered out of the religious center, and Dimas cut off all ties to Syntaxis. This single event would turn out to be a defining moment in the eventual downfall for the race.

As the rift between religious and military leaders grew even deeper, The Forgotten One used his powers of manipulation to spark a civil war between the two. Cities erupted into battle over night as Shades and religiously devout figures united against the armies of the Tyr-Kana. The resulting death and destruction fed The Forgotten, giving the shade armies power to decimate the Tyr-Kanan empire and force the armies of the golden ring to retreat into Syntaxis. After this point, the records of the war simply cease existing for a long period of time. Popular opinion is that the war came to a standstill in the city, and that any records that existed were more than likely destroyed during the chaotic fighting.

After a few decades, some recordings of their existence begin to spring up again. All traces of Tyr-Kanan society and cultures have been discovered in Murmillion texts and lore. The similarities between the two races were almost uncanny, and so many scholars believe that the Tyr-Kana never really went extinct, but adapted to Murmillion living.

Curriously, in most surviving texts all reference to The Forgotten have been neglected.


Approved by: The Goddamn Vahn
PostPosted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 4:35 pm


The Mythos of The Forgotten One
As translated by Shadelord Omikron

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Joseph Brown
Crew


Designated Hero

PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 6:01 pm


And through the frigid northlands he had walked for days upon days, searching out the ancient ruins of his ancestors. Upon leaving the Heaven or Hell tournament, there was little else on Athan Cole's mind. First, recovery, and then the matter of tieing up loose ends. He needed a new weapon, supplies, and to converse with one of his teammates.

With all of that taken care of, he had left without so much as a word to the rest of his allies. Only Owle, who had some business with the Shade's leader, Omikron, was consulted before he left on his journey. And against his wishes, she had accompanied him into the frozen lands. How he had hoped to find this land was a mystery beforehand, but thanks to Owle's selfless actions via impalement, the disembodied spirit of his grandfather had somehow found it back into another one of Athan's swords, and was now acting as a guide.

With a pack of supplies tightly secured on his back over the flat of a newly crafted sword, Athan had braved the winter weather with naught but a head of increasingly shaggy hair and a tightly-wrapped cloak about him. His right arm was tucked securely away, being pretty much useless at climbing and traveling in general, it was better to keep it warm while the left hand held the cloak tightly clamped together. The hood was held in place only when the wind was at his back, and even then the swirling mountain air would do its best to knock it from his head. His journey had been long, arduous, and were it not for his assumption that they were right on the doorstep of the ancient city.

His cloak's hood had collected bits of moisture from his breath, which puffed out at regular intervals in front of him as he worked his way up snowed-over passages. Every now and then his hand would leave his cloak, gloved fingers sinking up to the elbow in snow as he struggled to keep his balance on the slicker passes. All in all, it was not a pretty adventure for the mercenary. Even his extreme tolerance for cold was beginning to be worn down as his body steadily ran out of fuel. Part of him wondered how Owle, or anyone else, would be holding up under the same conditions.

On top of that, he had left with three full sacks of dried meats and fruits. Now, he barely had a quarter of the original supply left.

"So what do you think, old man? Are we close yet?"
Just keep walking, I'll tell you when we're close.
"I don't know about you, but it's pretty damn cold out here in the world of the living. And last I checked, you had pretty bad arthritis. You wouldn't last half an hour out here, so why don't you tell me if we're headed in the right direction so I can stop entertaining the thought of leaving you here in the snow."
So that's the kind of attitude I get from the boy I helped raise? Your brother gave me a lot less lip.
"Yeah, well he's also dead. So you're stuck with me."
Hmph. Just crest this peak and...
"You're kidding me."
You said you wanted to know.

And that was the end of that. He partially regretted the sudden end to the conversation. With nothing left to distract him from his current situation, that biting cold was back, chilling him to the bone and making travel a general pain. Still, it could have been worse. He could have been on the wrong side of the continent, or out of supplies, or trying to defend Owle from all sorts of crazed abominable snow creatures. Speaking of which...

He turned over his shoulder, shouting over the billowing wind.

"How are you holding up?!"
PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 6:25 pm


"Just peachy!" Owle shouted back, over the cold, roaring winds. Owle was wearing every piece of clothing she owned, all layered on top of one another for warmth, and had a great big winter coat and snow pants on top of that. The fluffy hood velcroed shut, so she didn't have to deal with the winds blowing it off her...just she had to deal with it being blown into her mouth every hour of every day.

Her coat and pants were both a deep, royal purple, the coat lined with faux white fur. She'd picked the color out because it was pretty, and she thought it went nicely with her blue hair.

Now, though, she wished she'd picked it out just because it was warm.

She was faring slightly better than Athan on the slick passages, her digging claws allowing her better purchase in the snow and ice than his boots. She had less endurance than he, but surprisingly was holding her own, keeping herself going out of sheer stubborn refusal to show him he may have been right not to want to bring her. For this same reason, she didn't complain.

Besides, Owle was no stranger to long journeys, and her endurance would probably surprise most who knew her only as the Firebrand's barkeep. The only thing that bothered her was the weight of the food she had to carry on her back, and the biting cold that seemed to seep through the fabric of her many layers of clothes. She had taken slightly less supplies than Athan, hunting for herself while they still remained in fertile lands, but she had to admit he'd been right once they got far enough north.

"Has Gramps told you where it is, yet?!"

Owle Isohos


Designated Hero

PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 6:49 pm


"We're almost there!"

Athan stopped at that, craning his neck upwards. It wasn't like they had an extremely long ways to go to get over the mountain, probably five hundred feet at best, but going straight up meant climbing over a very icy rock face that offered nothing in terms of wind protection, so that meant feeling their way around the mountain until they had basically walked around it.

Thankfully, they were high enough that the mountain wasn't nearly as wide as it could have been. But it still meant another mile or two of walking before they could even begin their descent. And a mile or two at the pace they were going was going to take awhile.

His nose was starting to run, and so every few minutes he would stop to sniffle, bringing a lot of the snot back up into his nose and some down into his throat. It was a pretty annoying process, since every sniffle caused his nostrils to stick together for a few seconds. On top of that, he would pause every now and then, cough, and spit out what didn't stay down.

"If you're wrong about this, so help me..."
If I'm wrong, what? You're gonna die and leave me here all alone? Stop threatenin' a dead man and do what I tell ya. I swear, it's like you're five.

Freakin' old people.
PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 6:55 pm


"Good!" Owle shouted back, turning her attention back to moving her numb feet.

The digging claws did have one drawback, and that was that they made it entirely impossible to wear most shoes. Her feet were bare, save for the armored scales, and that armor wasn't exactly insulated or anything. She was surprised she could still move her toes, even though she couldn't feel the muscles that operated them. It was surreal, watching them moving and feeling nothing.

Soon, she knew, it would probably be so cold they started burning.

She followed Athan's footprints through the snow, blundering along after him in the winter wonderland. Luckily her immune system was tough as nails, and she wasn't dealing with the sniffles.

"How close is almost?!"

Owle Isohos


Designated Hero

PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 7:10 pm


He didn't bother to yell back at her, but he did speak at a normal tone, with his eyes facing forward.

"Not nearly close enough."

Talking was starting to become a pretty big annoyance. His throat was burning, and it was hard to take full breaths without feeling a burning pain. So he was resigned to taking quick, short breaths as he plowed along through the snow.

It was pretty apparant that Athan wasn't built for snowy conditions. Instead of walking on the top of snow, he basically took a step and sunk a half foot, which resulted in him taking extremely exagerrated stepping motions. His quads were burning, but he wasn't going to be the first one to complain about that.

Unless Owle spoke up again, Athan was content in travelling in complete silence for the next hour as they picked their way around the mountain. The old man was debating on whether or not to tell Athan what direction he should go next, since Syntaxis wasn't more than a half mile away from their current destination. The only problem was, even if it wasn't snowing, the blowing snow from the mountains was enough to cut down on visibility.
PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 7:29 pm


Owle didn't hear his reply, but she assumed that was the case from his lack of an answer. Resigned, she continued trudging through the snow, moving after him in silence.

Talking would keep her from getting bored, keep her from thinking about the burning pain in muscles she didn't even know she had and the way her feet felt like large hunks of featureless ice. Concentrating on the pain wasn't helpful when trying to make it lessen.

Walking in his footsteps, she had a much easier time of things, since she didn't have to dig herself out of the snow at every step. But she was getting tired of everything being white, getting tired of the damn cold and the wind...

She had been tempted, more than once on this journey, just to drop her own pack in the snow, turn into a little bird, and curl up into Athan's. But doing so would admit weakness, and she wanted him to realize that she could handle herself despite his doubts.

Owle Isohos


Designated Hero

PostPosted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 8:13 pm


And comin' 'round the mountain was Athan and Owle. They weren't riding six white horses, however. Instead, they were plodding along like they had been. A brief respite from the wind as a small outcropping jutted out from the mountain's side. Athan took that time to stop, and indicated that Owle do the same.

His hood came down, and he ruffled his hair, which had frozen together in clumps in some places due to the sweat and condensation from his breath freezing over.

Just about there, kid. I'm impressed.
"I'm touched."

Athan slumped up against the frozen wall, dropping down into a sitting position on the snow. While they may have been near their destination, a little rest was well-deserved.
PostPosted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 10:47 am


Owle leaned up against the rocky outcropping, sighing heavily as she allowed her muscles to rest at long last. She didn't want to sit down...that snow was cold, and she didn't want it all over her bum. She wasn't sure how easy it would be to get herself up again, either, if she gave into the temptation to sit now.

"By what?"

She also couldn't hear what Gramps was saying, so she had no idea what Athan was talking about.

And then...the big man collapsed into a sitting position, and Owle's will power just gave out. She, too, sank down into the snow, then looked to Athan, wondering something.

Whenever they took more than a brief rest in the colder parts of the world, Owle had become accustomed to asking Athan if she could just kind of...turn into a cat and curl up on him. Snuggling close to him beneath his cloak, she'd be able to feel his body heat seeping through his shirt, and give her own to him in return, keeping them both warmer than they would be separate.

Owle Isohos


Joseph Brown
Crew

PostPosted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:06 pm


Through blowing snow all figures look like blurry black outlines. Sometimes they're tricks of the eye, and sometimes they're figures of danger yet to come. Of course it would be an odd moment if those figures never solidified as they the came closer.

This would be what was happening to Owle and Athan at that very moment.

Two hazy figures would begin to make their way towards the adventures, and while their cloaks would become clear their bodies would not. They were making slow cautious progress, seemingly ready to draw invisible weapons. You couldn't be too careful up around here. Eventually though the adventures would become more clear to this strange patrol, than the patrol would to them. It was at that moment the figures dropped all their caution and rushed towards the two. They wanted to ensure Owle and Athan were already.

Then all became clear, they never seemed more than black blotches because that's all they were. Shades were patrolling this area.
PostPosted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:56 pm


"Hey, Owle. You see that?"

Athan's eyes squinted as the black hues drifted in and out of the snowstorm. He wasn't too sure what that signified, so he would pull himself up to a standing position, cloak's hood falling away from his face as he reached up to grab his sword with his left hand.

"Tell me those are your friends."

And even as they rushed in to check on the two adventurers, Athan tightened his grip on the large weapon. Hopefully Owle would interject and tell him that they were friendlies, because he was already drawing that sword from its holding place and bringing it at the ready.

If she said nothing, Athan would be dangerously close to swinging at the oncoming shades. Since he really didn't want to wait to see what was approaching them so quickly.

Designated Hero


Owle Isohos

PostPosted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 9:14 pm


"See what?"

Owle groaned as she forced herself to stand up, slipping and falling under the weight of her pack on the first attempt. Grabbing a piece of the rock wall behind her, she fared far better and made it to her feet.

"Are those...people?" she asked, squinting through the snow at the indistinct blobs.

When she could see the yellow of their irises, Owle's face lit up with a broad grin. Why, she would have given a jump for joy if she wasn't bone weary and laden with a heavy pack full of food.

"Oh! Over here!" And she waved to the two shades, motioning to Athan that it was alright. "Yeah, it's them. Well, I don't know these two, but they're definitely shades, so..."

If no violence seemed immenent, Owle would warmly greet the Shades with a simple "Hello!"
PostPosted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:34 pm


The two gave a hesitant pause when they were met with Athan's aprhention, but Owle's words seemed to set them back in motion. After the cheerful hello the two shades practicaly nodded in unison, unable to vocalize anything.

The shades then struggled with their extremly limited knowlage of human culture. In a desperate atempt to prove itself friendly one shade lunged forward and grabbed one of Athan's hands with both of theirs. It then proceded to shake it vigerously. The shade greeting Owle was quite a bit more reserved, and simply gave her a polite bow. That one understood that gifts were somewhat important in the outside world. After the bow it unbuttoned its heavy cloak and offered it towards Owle.

From there the shades would motion for them to follow, they would guide them through the ruins. If they apeared weary the shades would help them walk, and if they looked cold they would share their heavy cloaks.

Joseph Brown
Crew


Owle Isohos

PostPosted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:41 pm


Owle placed a quick hand on Athan's shoulder, only after she saw the shade grab him. She meant to prevent any imminent violence on his part, but given her reaction time...well, it might have been too late to stop any immediate response.

If anything that happened was resolved peacefully, she would turn to her own shade and bow back. When offered the cloak, she instinctively put her hands out to accept...then pulled them back before he could give it to her.

"Don't you need it?" she asked, light brown eyes heavy with concern. She didn't want him freezing to death on her account, even if she was awfully cold and wouldn't mind another layer.

She would happily huddle under a cloak with one of the shades, and easily follow where they led, doing her best to step in their footprints. It would be tough going if she wasn't able to...while she was by no means as heavy as Athan, her feet still sunk into the snow, and she would have to spend some time pulling them out again.
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