🌀 Nyari: Stargazers of the Secret Sky
Bound by stars, burdened by silence.
I. Born Beneath Forgotten Stars
The Nyari are starlit beings cloaked in cosmic silence. Their fur glimmers faintly in moonlight, and their eyes reflect constellations that no longer exist. Graceful, ethereal, and whisper-voiced, they roam the dunes of Scorrachai with an ancient purpose etched into their bones and written in skies no one else remembers.
Though they now walk sand and ruin, they were not born of dust. In the lush age of jungles, when Scorrachai was still green and wild, the Nyari lived in harmony with root and rhythm—tracking omens, recording cosmic alignments, and dancing beneath moon-flecked canopies.
Though they now walk sand and ruin, they were not born of dust. In the lush age of jungles, when Scorrachai was still green and wild, the Nyari lived in harmony with root and rhythm—tracking omens, recording cosmic alignments, and dancing beneath moon-flecked canopies.
Then, the sky split.
II. The Visitors Who Set the Jungle Ablaze
The Zorpians arrived not with war—but with quiet precision. Alien, polite, and terrifyingly advanced, they came from beyond the stars and razed the jungles without explanation. No permission. No warning. Just flame, silence, and sand.
It is whispered in Nyari myth that the Zorpians aimed to “balance” Pentara. Why? Only the Nyari know.
When the jungle was ash and only dunes remained, the Zorpians left behind their “gift”: colossal temples of alien stone, vibrating with celestial magic. They taught the Nyari secrets no mortal should hold. And gave them one rule:
It is whispered in Nyari myth that the Zorpians aimed to “balance” Pentara. Why? Only the Nyari know.
When the jungle was ash and only dunes remained, the Zorpians left behind their “gift”: colossal temples of alien stone, vibrating with celestial magic. They taught the Nyari secrets no mortal should hold. And gave them one rule:
Tell no one. Or vanish from the world.
Since that day, no Nyari has spoken of the Zorpians—not to outsiders, not even to each other.
III. The Silence Strategy
To carry truth this heavy, the Nyari became masters of redirection.
They locked their scrolls beneath monoliths. They memorized star-charts of extinguished skies. They redirected global attention away from their silence by painting other threats:
They locked their scrolls beneath monoliths. They memorized star-charts of extinguished skies. They redirected global attention away from their silence by painting other threats:
The Draetherin, whose illusion-magic returned jungle shades that were never meant to return.
The Mytherin, whose snake cult bled the innocent in sacrifice.
Even Veydras, the Hollow Flame, was declared a blight—though they knew he was merely the reaper, not the root.
Their most potent deception was cloaked in righteousness: they led the Sandweeping Wars, claiming to protect Pentara from corruption. In truth, they were protecting the silence they swore to uphold.
IV. The War of Illusions and Guilt
The Draetherin, born of Emberin remorse and blessed (or cursed) by Veydras, had discovered ways to bring back the dead—and to conjure the illusion of jungles, rivers, shade.
To the Nyari, these illusions were heresy. They could not say why, only that the jungle was never meant to return. The Zorpians had decided this.
To the Nyari, these illusions were heresy. They could not say why, only that the jungle was never meant to return. The Zorpians had decided this.
To make matters worse, the Draetherin’s undead servitors—crafted from the memories of Emberin ancestors—walked in mimicry beneath ghost trees. The Emberin, ashamed of what they saw, joined the Nyari in battle.
And so, a war of fire and phantoms scorched the desert.
V. The Peace Brought by Lovers—and the Dig That Followed
It all ended with a kiss.
Two warriors—Sorin the Emberin and Velira the Draetherin—fell in love in secret. When their bond was discovered, both were punished. But soon after… the sandstorms ceased.
Two warriors—Sorin the Emberin and Velira the Draetherin—fell in love in secret. When their bond was discovered, both were punished. But soon after… the sandstorms ceased.
The Nyari called it a miracle.
The Emberin saw it as cosmic forgiveness.
Even the Draetherin dared to hope.
The Emberin saw it as cosmic forgiveness.
Even the Draetherin dared to hope.
Peace followed.
The Emberin laid down arms. The Draetherin retreated to their temples. The wars quieted like the skies. Illusions were no longer banned but limited—no vast jungle mirages, no cities of light, no conjured rivers from memory.
The Emberin laid down arms. The Draetherin retreated to their temples. The wars quieted like the skies. Illusions were no longer banned but limited—no vast jungle mirages, no cities of light, no conjured rivers from memory.
But to the Nyari, the timing was too perfect. Too clean.
They did not see the storm’s end as a blessing—but as a warning. A pause. A breath before the flame would roar again.
They did not see the storm’s end as a blessing—but as a warning. A pause. A breath before the flame would roar again.
They still feared Veydras, the Hollow Flame.
He had let the dead walk. He had let the jungle return—if only in illusion. And if such power could be granted, then it could also be used to unravel Pentara again.
He had let the dead walk. He had let the jungle return—if only in illusion. And if such power could be granted, then it could also be used to unravel Pentara again.
So they began to dig.
Beneath their alien temples, beyond stone and silence, they tunneled toward what they called the Heart of the Hollow Flame—a mythic mechanism they believed Veydras used to stir the world.
To others, this was madness.
To the Nyari, it was prophecy.
To others, this was madness.
To the Nyari, it was prophecy.
“He let the dead rise. He let the jungle return. He must be stopped—before he begins again.”
And so the spades of starlit paranoia scraped ever downward—
into shadow, into myth,
into a silence even the stars feared to disturb.
into shadow, into myth,
into a silence even the stars feared to disturb.
VI. Notable Nyari
Mael'Varra the Veiled Seer – First to hear the Zorpians’ language and survive. She vanished after writing her final scroll: The Mirror Sky.
Quen Solwind – Wielder of sky-gale magic in the Sandweeping Wars. Said to have turned an entire Draetherin illusion to dust with a single breath.
Tolen of the Third Silence – Archivist of the tale of Sorin and Velira. Claimed their love would be written in the stars forever.
The Stargazer Who Dug – A lone Nyari who rejected the silence. Dug tunnels beneath the Sa-Qar temple for decades. Returned whispering:
“The core burns blue.”
“We do not hide the truth. We protect the world from it.”
– Nyari Proverb
– Nyari Proverb