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The Scroll of the Rex Syrpir

Believed to have been penned between 60-150 AC, attributed to Hal. Benetook of Mystalbion, student of the Prophet Hal. Mobit. Benetook is considered the solemn patron of the fallen under the Venganzi's shadow in the War of Yolgar's Conquest. For the southlen, it is one of the universally recognized entries in the canon of the Nur-Yidi.

Repent, O ye wicked, weep, and howl! In the many years in the wake of the Conquest, thy cities have become den of iniquity, and thou hath forgotten the words and triumphs of the Conqueror. May He be praised forever. Thou hath forgotten the blood which wert spilt under the Three Stars.

Gird yourself, O mortal, and I will instruct thee in the things which thou hath forsaken.

Hast thou considered the wisdom of Yol, the Creator, who from the abyss called forth the great serpents, to delegate the tasks of all creation? Hail them who are mighty, them who are the paragons, them who art the embodiment of the ancient foundations of the world. Behold, their majesty is but a fragment of His divine tapestry, thou wilt do well to fear. Great and terrible! These great titans were birthed from the world's very heart and blood, to guide and instruct the Veyná priesthood, to rule and reign over all the denizens of Etria. And when the Venganzi emerged, they were predestined to contain their shadow.

Behold, Yol's sovereignty endureth and is everlasting.

Ponder thou upon Ignaeryx, the infernal one. Is it not his breath that rivals the very Flammestarre? For it was he who burnt the verdant meadows and the lush paradise of the land of the Noor. It is not he who turned the grass to ash, and with the Lord of the Nine Winds, crushed its arbors into sand? Tell me, O mortal, where doth the great tree rest now? Doth it rest in the emerald valley of the stars? There is not one leaf which bore the tears of Yol which remaineth, no not one. It is he who scoured the land, and reigned over the mountain of soot and flame, where even the stones cried out, and yielded to his malice. Verily, in his fiery dominion, the land did bow to his blaze, until Hal. Fyor, the right hand, smote him with the sacred sword of the Conqueror, Lumendíl. His bones rest there to this day. And the rest of the deeds of Ignaeryx? Are they not written in the Book of Hal. Fyor?

In the dark swamps and labyrinth of caverns in the south, Nelquaryx, burrowed deep in the world's bosom, shapes the land with the sound of his voice. Doth he not wrestle kingdoms to their knees with his voice in the morning? His presence carves the bedrock, and his handiwork is preserved in Etria to this day. His power, hidden yet undeniable, molded the land beneath our feet, and ensures the boundaries of the continents, which wert separated by his power. Etria is spared from his groaning, and we pray that the Yol-father keepeth him in the sleep of dreams. As he resteth in realms beyond, we are spared from the sundering of our land. And the rest of the deeds of Nelquaryx? Are they not written in the Aria of Hal. Zyla?

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In the depths of the sea reigns the L'vatânn, master of the tides. Doth he not command the oceans, his will shaping the flow of rivers and the fall of rain? Doth he not command the prisms of rainbows, and the mists of glory in the islands of the middle paradise? His reign beneath the waves is a symphony of Yol's favor, a harmony of life in the boundless deep. Hail Lord of the Deeps, thou wilt never betray the Holy One. Of all, Yol hath promised, though Etria fade away, the Lord of Tides will always have a seat in Lumenaris, for there the golden sea is forever. And the rest of the deeds of L'vatânn? Are they not written in the Book of Hal. Arlya?

And what of Glaxiarax, the Wishkeeper, the Lord of the Havennstarre? Hath his wings not sowed the endless winter, his powder a song that stills the rushing waters and carves silence into all the land with his heart of ice? Verily, his reign in the frozen north is unchallenged, a testament to the cold beauty of Yol's creation. It was he whom Yol trusted more than any other, whom he made a seer and priest forever, whom he imbued with the power of majesty, to grant the desires of len. Yea, Glaxiarax, in he, Yol swore to confound the wisdom and desires of len. And the rest of the deeds of Glaxiarax? Are they not written in the Hymn of Hal. Izrah?

Surely thou doth recall the Rex Syrpyr of the Nine Winds? We tremble before Yol. It is he whose name hath been hidden in the gale of time. Ready thyself like a len, and I will question thee, and thou wilt answer, O mortal. Each breeze whispers secrets of his existence, and each storm roars with his might. Doth I, Benetook, apprentice to the Prophet, and the weakest of the tribes of Mystalbion, remind you of his malevolence? Was it not he who first turned to evil? It was he who erred in his heart when he saw that he had wings like the dove of the morning? Was it not he who roused the Venganzi to ride his back when he saw that he had speed like Yol's lightning? Yea, he could traverse the whole of Etria, to pass, up and down, and in between the realms? O' his lies! They turned the many against the Lord of Lumenaris, and hurled them toward the judgement of oblivion. Surely thou knoweth! Yet thou pretendeth he doth not exist. In this he delights as he bides in the crevasses of the depths and in the howling winds of the Noct of the Moone. Indeed, his legacy endures in the bite of every breeze. One doth not slay the Lord of the Nine Winds with sword, spell, or steel. The wind crieth, and thunder followeth. He hideth in the crags and wastes, tearing away the leaves of summer, eyeing the comings and goings of the ways of len. He seeketh the day when he may unleash his vengeance upon the sons of len, in whom he seeth the face of the Conqueror, who smote him.

Repent, O mortal, for now thou seeth. What many hath dreamt to know, thou knoweth! Though now ye know of the Rex Syrpyr, thou mayest see that the greatness of Yol endureth. His wisdom is unfathomable, His creation a marvel beyond mortal comprehension. For His are the stars, the flames, the earth, the winds, and the waves. In His hands rests the fate of all things, from the smallest grain of sand to the mightiest of the Syrpyr. Lift thyself upright in the light of His grace.

Thus concludes the truths inscribed by Benetook, servant of the Prophet, the Blessings of Lumenaris be upon him. In these words, find solace and understanding.

For yea, Yol is great, and His works are wondrous to behold. Keep fealty to thy Conqueror, who returneth for His throne.

He who would see Etria and Lumenaris as one king, over one kingdom, under one tree.