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A random diatribe on the inconsistencies of Isyan folklore and legend~

aka:- Isya:Tapestry of fail?

__The lands of Isya are lands steeped in folklore and legend. Tales of heroic deeds, defiant last stands and traitorous uprisings in the hallowed powerleveling-fields of Uruga, dot the annals of history like so many Dangerous Mushrooms. This great mosaic of fail, though only one of the worlds in the Massively-Mundane Orkadian-Residing Preternatural Galaxys (MMORPGs as known by the masses) holds nevertheless the key to the future of sentient thought.

Of all the stories of Might and Magic [TM], Sacrifice and Redemption, Souls and Swords eternally retold [TM]; almost all are given to blatant exaggeration and fumbled retelling, so the epics are changed as they pass through the mists of time. The storied Siege of Uruga for example, often cited as the third-greatest instance of death since the Reign of Sovereign Steam, is a lie of epic proportions. (Sovereign Steam, All Hail, Blessed Be Your Name) What is described in the Learning Scrolls, of an unrelenting attack by the combined might of the Allied Orcish Tribes and Trumpy Nation, of a veritable tide of Ancient Stonies bursting from the very ground beneath the Defender's feet, of the darkening of the skies and swelling of the seas by the Pinky Swarms and Pirate Marauders, the rising of the dead in their own graveyards under the machinations of the Betrayer Karasian, the concerted attack by the Spider Hives, the bravery and ultimately futile resistance of the Human Defenders....all this an ancient lie.

In truth, someone lured a solitary Orc all the way up the stairs. Vendors died. The rest...is our misbegotten 'History'

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Another example...it is not common knowledge that the vaunted Lady Elderine was in fact, not so heart-rendingly beautiful as the Legends depict, but was only her brother, Lord Roumen dressing up as a woman!! Roumen was given to dressing in his sister's apparel on the scant days when she wasn't home, and there were no others in his household. It was on one of these occasions that the Orcs attacked their Elven nation. Still clad in his sister's vestments...Roumen waded into battle against the hordes. He cut so womanish a figure that none who beheld him could not believe that it was Elderine, she who single-handedly routed the Orcish armys with the lone butter-knife on hand at the time, and christened the once verdant valleys with carnage.

When the true Elderine returned, lauded by all who set eyes upon her for her Herculean efforts to save the town, she could not find it in her heart to quash the people's hopes and beliefs for a brighter 'morrow. The only person who could have righted the rumors, Roumen himself, was understandably silent.

The rest, is history. Or rather, the level 60 Job-Change.

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In all the Epics however, there is a grain of truth. Perish the world that had none of the Sagas to uplift the humble 'newbie' and inspire them to cap. No legend truer however, than the one of 'Th3 BAt,' aka. 'Death on Leathered Wing', 'Teh lvl-haxed', 'Dark Winged Knight' and of course, the 'Batman.'

Many tales exist of this UnHoly Fiend that doth stalk hapless level 30s (and a few 70s) in the Moonlight Tomb, known to terrorize the region and annihilate all Adventurers sent by the fools in Elderine against it. The Union of Clans eventually stepped in to rid themselves of this embarrassment and sent entire guilds against it. None of them would return.

The Union's forces assembled at a location neutral to all the races, Human, Half-Elf and their darker brethren alike.They met at what was once known as the Blessed Plains, in that bygone era that our Elders and Sages call the CB. The Plains were the very heart of Isya and the focus of the earth's ley-lines, veins of the land and the source of all the world's Magik, and where it was said; the Blessed Creator Teva herself, first descended from the heavens to look upon her creation. It was here that the armys joined battle against the World-Ender. Betting on the fact that all Magiks casted on the hallowed land of the Plain was multiplied in strength, the Union descended upon the Bat in force. As thunder and lightning rent the air, ground shaking under the combined might of a thousand simultaneous Devastations, countless prayers offered up by the Paladins to call back the dead and dying, and the thrumming of the flight of uncountable arrows, no one alive back at Union Headquarters could believe that they had doomed their armys.

No independent research done today can ascertain the validity of the myths, for what was once known as the Blessed Plains is now known by another name. One far more sinister.

It is now Moonlight Tomb....bastion of death and darkness, final resting place of all those souls lost in the epic struggle against the Bat and site of the final battle. Even now their bodies, dececript and devastated by death and decay still rise to continue their fight against the ancient foe. Bound by their oath to the now non-existent Union, and stirred by the magics of the Karasian Templar, these husks of once-proud Isyans abandon reason and embrace the final step and ultimate goal of the Karasian Dogma. True undeath.

TBC