rolyy
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In the northern reaches of the world, where the stars cling closest to the garaman sky, lies the haunted town of Dawnstar. Once a humble port of fishermen and firelit dreams, it became a place spoken of in fearful whispers — for it was there that Juliano first raised his banner of the white sun and red flames.
(Proclaimed banner)
Little is known of his origin. Some say he was once a monk, exiled for daring to read the forbidden verses carved into the bones of the dead. Others whisper he was born beneath a blood eclipse, weeping ash instead of tears. What is known is this: he arrived in Dawnstar wearing a mask of hammered obsidian, and bearing a scythe that sang to the stars.
At first, they called him The Chosen One. He healed the sick, charmed the desperate, and spoke of a new dawn — one not ruled by kings or coin, but by will. But as his following grew, so did the shadows. The town’s elders vanished. The temple bells stopped ringing. Wolves no longer howled, for they too feared what had come.
Then, on the Sacred Night, he revealed his true name:
Juliano, the Reaper of Dawnstar.
The Reaper's pathfiner had been stolen by a resident in the dawnstar town. In the midst of the chaos he opened his arms wide, exclaimed: "I am Juliano: The Reaper of Dawnstar", and then with a single motion of his blade, he split the sky, even bringing silence to the gods. His followers — pale-eyed, loyal beyond death — swore fealty not to a man, but to the storm he had become. The town bent its knee. The world followed.
From this day ownwards, Dawnstar was known for being the new home of Juliano, he continued to rule Garama for thousands of years. Every time he died he would simply return with a stronger sensitivity and a new field of view on life.
His conquest was not of steel and fire, but of conviction. Kingdoms surrendered before swords were drawn. He broke empires with riddles, razed armies with promises, and offered peace in exchange for obedience — and they accepted, for to refuse him was to vanish without name or memory.
He carved his empire from time itself. Clocks were forbidden. Histories rewritten. The calendar began anew — Year One of the Reaper’s Reign.
But legends speak of a final day yet to come — when Dawnstar will burn not with fear, but with truth, and Juliano shall face the very light he extinguished. Until then, his throne remains, encircled by silver fire, watched by the ever-turning eye of a false dawn.
(Proclaimed banner)Little is known of his origin. Some say he was once a monk, exiled for daring to read the forbidden verses carved into the bones of the dead. Others whisper he was born beneath a blood eclipse, weeping ash instead of tears. What is known is this: he arrived in Dawnstar wearing a mask of hammered obsidian, and bearing a scythe that sang to the stars.
At first, they called him The Chosen One. He healed the sick, charmed the desperate, and spoke of a new dawn — one not ruled by kings or coin, but by will. But as his following grew, so did the shadows. The town’s elders vanished. The temple bells stopped ringing. Wolves no longer howled, for they too feared what had come.
Then, on the Sacred Night, he revealed his true name:
Juliano, the Reaper of Dawnstar.
The Reaper's pathfiner had been stolen by a resident in the dawnstar town. In the midst of the chaos he opened his arms wide, exclaimed: "I am Juliano: The Reaper of Dawnstar", and then with a single motion of his blade, he split the sky, even bringing silence to the gods. His followers — pale-eyed, loyal beyond death — swore fealty not to a man, but to the storm he had become. The town bent its knee. The world followed.
From this day ownwards, Dawnstar was known for being the new home of Juliano, he continued to rule Garama for thousands of years. Every time he died he would simply return with a stronger sensitivity and a new field of view on life.
His conquest was not of steel and fire, but of conviction. Kingdoms surrendered before swords were drawn. He broke empires with riddles, razed armies with promises, and offered peace in exchange for obedience — and they accepted, for to refuse him was to vanish without name or memory.
He carved his empire from time itself. Clocks were forbidden. Histories rewritten. The calendar began anew — Year One of the Reaper’s Reign.
But legends speak of a final day yet to come — when Dawnstar will burn not with fear, but with truth, and Juliano shall face the very light he extinguished. Until then, his throne remains, encircled by silver fire, watched by the ever-turning eye of a false dawn.
