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The Testimony of Makar al-Khyin

Attributed to either Makar al-Khyin or his son, dated 250-500 A.C. - some contest that it is a later fabrication from fanatics and conspiracy theorists. Not to be confused by the popular book of folktales bearing the same name, ostensibly inspired by this document.

{Translated from Old Noor by Prince Nedraj Jorne. Some ink was smudged, so, in my genius, I inserted the word that I think should have been there.}

I have written this by mine own quivering hand, and have entrusted it to my son, for should I fail to survive in this shadow, it is you, my rafiq {comrade, associate}, who will follow in my footsteps. Read my words. Like the once-honored name of House Khyin, you too shall bear the mark of betrayal. If your soul can bear such a burden before Yol and len, then venture forth toward almajdal {glory}.

In the last days of my Sultan Qasimaz Ghaniyar, I, Makar Al-Khyin, Captain of his majesty's Hamyir {Holy Warriors}, set my sights upon the west, with my son. My sultan's death was near, and I foresaw the victory of the northern apostates. It was only right that I preserve the treasures of Alnoor from the hands of the heretics. After all, we Nur are the inheritors of the light! Yol forbid the light be stolen in the hands of the sinners. And so, I spent all of my days in the palace and in the valley sands, protecting them for my Sultan. In my life, I took the lives of many who came with greed in their eyes, thieves and marauders all. Their plunders were doomed from the start, for they know not the secrets of Alnoor, nor the Magharat Majdal-Tamizh. {The Den of Glory and Excellence}

We journeyed under the Najmajl {the Havenstar} for twenty and three days, and rested among the hills overlooking the Magarhat. There we slept under the sacred sentinels who look down upon us, preserved by Kahinarah Zyla. {Hal. Zyla, High Priestess of Yolgar's Court} When the Laylkamhar {The Night of the Moon} came, we began our descent.

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Heed well now, rafiqari. {associates, comrades}

Observe, the bawhab {gate}, locked without the Sultan's miftahar {key}, is impenetrable, a labyrinth of bars entwining like the shahd {honeycomb}, the home of the nahlihr {bee}. None may pass, not even the smallest child, without the key or aid from within. The Sultan's guards, unlike your companion and trusted rafiqa Makar, are not swayed nor cunning. It is by virtue of my own maka'run — the very craft of scheming for which I bear my name — that I have come into possession of the miftahar. Rest assured, this key, a symbol of trust and power, shall adorn again, the neck of my Sultan, once I have fulfilled my solemn duty, by my own hand or the hand of mine son.

Now you must know that when you first descend the steps, you will find yourself in the Matahat az-Zulmat. {Shadow Labyrinth, Labyrinth of Darkness, Dark Labyrinth} The Matathat will test your faith, rafiqari. There is dhulmir {Darkness, Void} so powerful, it would eat the light from your very eyes. The darkness will pull you, and devour you like ramahl {quicksand}.

How can you trust your friend, Makar? Hear my testimony. It was the old ven-lord, Grand Vizier Azhim Al-Zummurud who told me of the enchantments, for it was he who was tasked by Sultan Lyljahl to create the Magharat, to protect the treasures Alnoor, reclaimed from the war with the heathen nations. As I write this, we have lost our place, their barbarian hordes once again drive the holy ones south. You see now why it is my duty before Yol to assist my Sultan, and move the treasures to a place of safe-keeping.

On the subject of the treasures of Alnoor, there is only one then, which is a requirement to best the trial of the Mahatat. The M'brukhun Sham'ara Alnoor {The Sacred, The Blessed Candle of Alnoor} — yes, the very same from the Nashid-Yol {The Lyric of Yol}, (As I sit here in its flickering flames, penning these words, warmed by the very spirit of the Kahinarah.). It was the Sham'ara which kept lit the meadows of the Alnujum {Valley of the Stars} under the blanket of foul Zumrat, breathed out by the evil one, Alsufur {The Howling One, The Whistling One}. It is said that when Yolghar, praise be to Yol, Maliqar al-Luminaarish {Yol, King of Lumenaris}, carved a piece from Alsufur with the sacred sword, -cast -the Magharat- Dhulzim -

{there is an elaborate, but erratic hand-drawing of a maze with strange symbols, but the old, weathered book has the rest of its pages have been torn away.}

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