The birth of the Prophet, Kaer-Amon
The time when the Kyrisian Order operated as the Guild of the Wyrmslayer
On this day we celebrate the founding of the Order and our rise towards victory over Dragonkind
The days of Kaer-Amon where the prophecies of return were written and the order flourished
On this day we celebrate the founding of the Order and our rise towards victory over Dragonkind
Upon this day, we have constructed the first and most holy of our fortresses, upon the ashes of a city expunged from memory. Evermore shall it be the Basilicus Draconus
The fall of the most ancient of ancients, the death of Og'Marosh, dedicated servant of Ven'Zail and green dragon of estimated age 2500. This was the greatest triumph within the Age of Prophecy
Long may our greatest bastion stand upon the bones Og'Marosh, a testament to the will and strength of the Kyrisian Order
The Death of the tyrant Con'Mazug, Chaos Lord of the Black Reaches. This terrifying copper dragon razed thousands of incursions into the Black Reaches. All those who sought to tame these wild lands was destroyed utterly.
On this holiest of days, we bow our heads in contemplation from the hours of 1300 to 1400, as our Prophet finally left us. Long may he rest eternal in the halls of the victorious, he will return to us at the call of one of our brothers, the final slayer of leviathans who shall awaken the world in revolt.
On this holiest of days, we bow our heads in contemplation from the hours of 1300 to 1400, as our Prophet finally left us. Long may he rest eternal in the halls of the victorious, he will return to us at the call of one of our brothers, the final slayer of leviathans who shall awaken the world in revolt.
The March upon Zahar Gathol was one of our most holy hours, the finding of what is believed to be a dragon so large as to swallow the continent buried in the mountain of Zahar Gathol was a discovery of unprecedented faith. The highest reaches of the Order often make the pilgrimage to see the grandeur of this ancient beast, locked in the mountain. What killed it we do not know, but we would seek ever to repeat it. It is merely a shame that our prophet died before this finding.
Five days we led the hunt against Mer'Sharvo, five days our soldiers bled and died hunting the grand black beast. A merry chase, but in the end we triumphed and the beast was slain. At the base of Ogra-La along the border of Tocre we left the beast to rot.
In these days, we finally discovered the truth of the dragons and sought to exterminate them, not only on Draguin, but on those lands we have discovered, Iotrona and Eranor
Five days we led the hunt against Mer'Sharvo, five days our soldiers bled and died hunting the grand black beast. A merry chase, but in the end we triumphed and the beast was slain. At the base of Ogra-La along the border of Tocre we left the beast to rot.
This was the date of the climactic battle wherein a dragon and his filthy traitorous mate died. Here was consigned to death Rynnam of Ancient Fire and Vairranna, the Sorceress of Molten Steel. May they rot and this commence a new Era in dragonslaying