February 22, 2004
Tyen Culture
The document at hand has been painstakingly translated, and even then, it's meaning or incomprehensible words have been placed with those that will make it more legible to the common body. This is the final document of the Tyen civilization:
"The walls are collapsing. The sounds of the mountainside breaking apart and dropping down into the midst of our civilization is like a vile requiem. This is the end of our culture as we know it. No matter what happens after this, the Houses of Tyen are no more. The ridicule we faced so often against that of our brethren have given us no control over ourselves for the last several hundred years. And now, we are to be extinguished like a candle in the wind.
"Already, the dusty air is covering the sight and scent of dead bodies that litter this cavern floor, and the Gods only know how many other cities are falling across the mountainside. This is a natural genocide to our way of life, our very beings.
"To any of you whom fall upon this, scattered as you may be, join as one. Unite. Recreate what it was that was lost to us. All of us are depending upon you. The remaining ones of our culture, who have been thrown across this land, must understand that we need to be remembered, so that this act that has killed so many of us, will not be the last of us. Our honor, our remembrance is in your hands."
The destruction of Yarsin, and the chain-effect it had on its surrounding territories, has all but wiped the Tyen race from the face of continent. Their civilization--art, craftsmanship and culture--is gone, while the race itself, is endangered, nearly extinct. The ones who were either outcast or vagrants are, ironically, the last remains of a proud people. Due to the nature of the devastation, and the quick spread of the darkness, most of the race were killed or lost, being taken as demons of the night. Slaughtered within the first week of the magical radiation.
In appearance, the Tyen are lithely built creatures with gray to ebony-skinned, sharp-featured, with pointed ears like all of their fae ancestors, and two horns at the sides of their brow, near the temples. At birth, these are white, and near puberty, they become obsidian-colored. They are commonly a meticulous people, holding in their emotions instead of expressing themselves openly.
Another common trait of this race is that they’re fond of dimness and being indoors, as opposed to the outdoor weathers, and its constant changes. Rain irritates a lot of their kind, yet, there are exceptions to every racial stereotype. Usually misunderstood, Tyen are looked at with animosity or scrutiny, constantly thought of as petty thieves and murderers. Albeit they are a vicious people, they are careful and precise, facing issues for facts and reasons, as opposed to looking at them for face value. Their minds are quicker than that of their Tir brethren, but nowhere near as sagacious. Commonly known to enjoy puzzles of all kinds.
Posted by ShadowSiege at February 22, 2004 11:16 PM