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Post by BaV Admin on Aug 26, 2009 13:29:30 GMT -5
In ancient times, there was a race of man called the Vyr, who were recruited as warriors and body guards to the highest powers. This race of man was different than the rest. Their bodies could withstand impossibly cold temperatures while being perfectly cool under fatal heat. They were masters in every weapon possible and even skilled at hand to hand combat. But this wasn’t what was important about them. They were recruited as body guards because they could transform into wolves anytime they wanted and they were immortal.
During the second war among the Empire of the Ice Sheets, a Sorcerer by the name of Khali commanded an army of Vyr to attack the Emperor Morgan and rightly claim his throne. Khali’s Commanding General, Lucian, and the first Vyr to be recruited by man, openly went against Kali’s command and was forced to watch, in punishment, as Khali wiped out his own species. It had stopped the war but Lucian was forced to live with his guilt for centuries.
Khali continued to wage war on the Emperor for seven centuries but it all resulted in bloodshed and death. Lucian retreated to the far corners of the Ice Sheets where he wouldn’t be found by Kali or anyone. He was the last surviving Vyr.
Soon, the Vyr became legendary and rumors got out that they were living in the mountains of the Ice Sheets. Search parties began and rumors flew as some claimed to have spotted some. Lucian retreated even further in the mountains till he came to the old part of the Empire, Forgotten Pass, where he stayed. No one dared to cross here because Wytches and all sorts of creatures of the night roamed here.
It wasn’t till four centuries later that Lucian’s life changed forever.
He had heard the cry over the screaming winds from high up on the mountain pass. It wavered some before starting up, just as strong. The baby that had been left as the bottom of the mountains was obviously a sacrifice to the creatures the humans believed to live within its walls. Lucian scoffed. How pathetically minded humans were.
He left the comfort of his cave to simply put the thing out of its misery. It wouldn’t last three more minutes out in this weather especially if it was naked. The scent of the child was lost to the swirling winds but Lucian was able to follow its voice to the location at the bottom of the mountain.
His grey and black fur blended perfectly with the rocks of the mountain but stood out horribly against the white of the blinding snow. The cold didn’t bother him though. As a Vyr, the cold barely touched his skin, barely registered as being cold.
He approached the crying baby and stopped dead. He expected to see a human child shivering in the snow, almost blue with the usual blue eyes of a newborn. But this wasn’t a human child. It’s skin was flawless, tanner than the average Ice Sheets citizen but that of a citizen of the Forgotten Pass. It immediately stopped crying as it sensed Lucian above her and opened beautiful bright violet eyes, the eyes of a Vyr.
She, as it was obviously a she, smiled up at Lucian and held out a tiny hand, as if welcoming him to her little spot. Lucian hadn’t turned human in years but he felt himself falling to his knees and picking up the child in two hands, studying her. He was the last of his breed, the last Vyr to walk the expanse of the Empire. This proved that the Goddess wished to bring them back and She had just handed him the way. He stood up and started back up the path to the Ice Sheets; carrying the baby with him. He decided to name her Catalina and promised her that he would teach her all she needed to know about being a Vyr and, when the time came, she would know what to do.
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