In the early dawn of Ryore fair,
A crowd had gathered, murmurs in the air.
In the central court, where laws were told,
The Nirms would speak, their wisdom bold.
Elder Mindor, with a steel cane ornate,
Hobbled forth to announce their fate.
Beside him, a soldier from Cylos’ heart,
Clad in armor, playing his part.
Upon the podium, the Elder stood,
Calmed the crowd, as he knew he should.
“Villagers of Ryore, hear my decree,
The Capital calls for you and me.
In a week’s time, the Trail of Yimnar,
A festival grand, an expedition far.
To honor Yimnar, our divine guide,
Inventor of blimps, with wisdom wide.
All miscreants are called to the fest,
A celebration, a time to be blessed.
For those with the gift of supreme Ikur,
Journey to Cylos, your path is pure.
Kar Kellion, the envoy strong,
Will guide you there, where you belong.
For those not yet of age, must go,
To learn and grow, the way to know.”
Kar Kellion stepped, with stern regard,
“I am Kar Kellion, honor guard.
To the Archons and our Inheritor true,
This afternoon, I will lead you.
Gather your things, prepare to leave,
For this journey, you must believe.
Any questions, concerns, find me here,
All praise to Ikur and Yimnar dear!”
The crowd dispersed with hails and prayer,
While Elder Mindor saw Rusru there.
Kneeling in prayer, his head bowed low,
Mindor approached, his voice soft and slow.
“Ah, Rusru, my boy, good to see,
You’ve grown strong, as strong can be.”
Rusru rose, respect in his tone,
“Elder Mindor, I’ve grown alone.”
“No need for formality, call me friend,
Or Elder, as you will, till the end.
My health is fair, though my hip does ache,
Like a cedar, young, though it quake.”
“I join Kellion’s journey today,
To the land below, where dangers lay.
Any advice, for my first quest?”
Mindor pondered, then gave his best.
“Keep your wits, the world below,
Is chaos controlled, as winds blow.
Land, air, weather, beasts untamed,
Keep faith in Ikur, you’ll be famed.
Kar is wise, a soldier grand,
Listen to him, follow his command.
You’ll do fine, with faith and might,
Go, my boy, into the night.”
Rusru smiled, with a nod so pure,
Parted ways, his heart secure.
Not long after, the feast began,
A bell’s ring, the feast’s great plan.
Nirms welcomed all inside,
Food and drink, music beside.
Candles glowed in trays of gold,
Tapestries of history, stories told.
Archon Quim, with joy in his eye,
Welcomed all, under the sky.
“For twenty-two years, I’ve served you well,
Seeing you here, my heart does swell.
Today, we honor Yimnar’s name,
Inventor, mentor, of our fame.
He gave us flight, with blimps so grand,
Now we feast, hand in hand.
Praise to Yimnar, praise to Ikur,
May we one day join you, pure.
Hail Ikur!” he shouted loud,
The villagers echoed, proud.
The feast went on, with dance and song,
Until afternoon bells chimed along.
Villagers departed, to the central court,
Where Kar Kellion’s mission would start.
Kar Kellion spoke, with authority clear,
“Four days to the capital, have no fear.
The countryside may be calm or wild,
Stay vigilant, no complaints mild.”
Rusru’s nerves began to rise,
The journey ahead, a daunting prize.
Villagers wished them well, safe and sound,
As they passed the village, farmlands around.
Four days passed, the capital in sight,
Marble buildings, a grand delight.
Blimps docked, rivers flowed,
Flags waved, the city glowed.
Excitement grew, as they neared the gate,
Rusru’s heart, a steady rate.
Into the city, sights to behold,
Markets bustling, stories told.
Cylos’ road, through the city’s heart,
Led them to the docks, their journey’s start.
Kar Kellion addressed the group,
“Explore the city, but stay in the loop.
Meet back here in two days’ time,
At dawn we leave, in perfect rhyme.”
Rusru wandered, markets wide,
Merchants called, with goods they’d bide.
Merchant Juekelim, loud and bold,
“Everything you need, come and behold!”
Rusru approached, with cautious gaze,
Eyed the goods, through market haze.
Prices high, Rusru knew,
Haggled down, to what was true.
The merchant pouted, tears in eyes,
Rusru left, with goods and sighs.
Through gardens green, Rusru strolled,
Nature’s beauty, sights untold.
Birds sang, streams did flow,
Peaceful moments, soft and slow.
Two days passed, back at the docks,
Ready for the trial, no more talks.
Kar Kellion led, blimps prepared,
Rusru’s heart, excitement shared.
Blimps rose high, journey began,
Toward the ruins, their noble plan.
Two hours in, a sudden quake,
Blimp shook, in a violent wake.
Windows shattered, wind did howl,
Explosions rocked, like thunder’s growl.
Blimp tore apart, chaos ensued,
Rusru held on, fear imbued.
A man in plasma, floating high,
Stared down, with a baleful eye.
Lightning cracked, blimp blown wide,
Rusru’s world, darkness inside.
Consciousness faded, vision dimmed,
Echoes of chaos, future grimmed.
What lay ahead, unknown to all,
Rusru’s fate, at destiny’s call.
Before the dawn of Ryore’s plight,
A village small, in morning light.
Early whispers, rising sun,
A crowd assembled, everyone.
In central court, where Nirms command,
They gather round, a solemn band.
Elder Mindor, frail but strong,
With steel cane, he hobbled along.
By his side, a soldier bold,
Clad in armor, tales untold.
From Cylos’ heart, he marched with pride,
To stand by Mindor, side by side.
Elder Mindor, with heavy breath,
Raised his cane, a sign of depth.
Silence fell, the crowd did hush,
Awaiting words, in morning’s blush.
“Villagers of Ryore,” he spoke,
A voice that bore the village yoke.
“I bring you news from Cylos grand,
A decree that spans our land.
In one week’s time, the Trail of Yimnar,
A fest, a quest, a journey far.
To honor Yimnar, inventor bright,
Who gave us blimps, who gave us flight.
Miscreants all, you’re called to join,
In pilgrimage, in joy’s coin.
For those with Ikur’s gift divine,
To Cylos’ capital, align.
Kar Kellion, envoy strong,
Will guide you there, where you belong.
For those not yet of age, must go,
To learn, to grow, the world to know.”
Kar Kellion then took the stage,
With a look of stern and measured gauge.
“I am Kar Kellion, honor guard,
To the Archons and our Inheritor’s ward.
Gather your things, prepare to leave,
For this journey, you must believe.
Any questions, concerns, find me here,
All praise to Ikur and Yimnar dear!”
The crowd dispersed with hails and prayer,
While Elder Mindor saw Rusru there.
Kneeling in prayer, his head bowed low,
Mindor approached, his voice soft and slow.
“Ah, Rusru, my boy, good to see,
You’ve grown strong, as strong can be.”
Rusru rose, respect in his tone,
“Elder Mindor, I’ve grown alone.”
“No need for formality, call me friend,
Or Elder, as you will, till the end.
My health is fair, though my hip does ache,
Like a cedar, young, though it quake.”
“I join Kellion’s journey today,
To the land below, where dangers lay.
Any advice, for my first quest?”
Mindor pondered, then gave his best.
“Keep your wits, the world below,
Is chaos controlled, as winds blow.
Land, air, weather, beasts untamed,
Keep faith in Ikur, you’ll be famed.
Kar is wise, a soldier grand,
Listen to him, follow his command.
You’ll do fine, with faith and might,
Go, my boy, into the night.”
Rusru smiled, with a nod so pure,
Parted ways, his heart secure.
Not long after, the feast began,
A bell’s ring, the feast’s great plan.
Nirms welcomed all inside,
Food and drink, music beside.
Candles glowed in trays of gold,
Tapestries of history, stories told.
Archon Quim, with joy in his eye,
Welcomed all, under the sky.
“For twenty-two years, I’ve served you well,
Seeing you here, my heart does swell.
Today, we honor Yimnar’s name,
Inventor, mentor, of our fame.
He gave us flight, with blimps so grand,
Now we feast, hand in hand.
Praise to Yimnar, praise to Ikur,
May we one day join you, pure.
Hail Ikur!” he shouted loud,
The villagers echoed, proud.
The feast went on, with dance and song,
Until afternoon bells chimed along.
Villagers departed, to the central court,
Where Kar Kellion’s mission would start.
Kar Kellion spoke, with authority clear,
“Four days to the capital, have no fear.
The countryside may be calm or wild,
Stay vigilant, no complaints mild.”
Rusru’s nerves began to rise,
The journey ahead, a daunting prize.
Villagers wished them well, safe and sound,
As they passed the village, farmlands around.
Four days passed, the capital in sight,
Marble buildings, a grand delight.
Blimps docked, rivers flowed,
Flags waved, the city glowed.
Excitement grew, as they neared the gate,
Rusru’s heart, a steady rate.
Into the city, sights to behold,
Markets bustling, stories told.
Cylos’ road, through the city’s heart,
Led them to the docks, their journey’s start.
Kar Kellion addressed the group,
“Explore the city, but stay in the loop.
Meet back here in two days’ time,
At dawn we leave, in perfect rhyme.”
Rusru wandered, markets wide,
Merchants called, with goods they’d bide.
Merchant Juekelim, loud and bold,
“Everything you need, come and behold!”
Rusru approached, with cautious gaze,
Eyed the goods, through market haze.
Prices high, Rusru knew,
Haggled down, to what was true.
The merchant pouted, tears in eyes,
Rusru left, with goods and sighs.
Through gardens green, Rusru strolled,
Nature’s beauty, sights untold.
Birds sang, streams did flow,
Peaceful moments, soft and slow.
Two days passed, back at the docks,
Ready for the trial, no more talks.
Kar Kellion led, blimps prepared,
Rusru’s heart, excitement shared.
Blimps rose high, journey began,
Toward the ruins, their noble plan.
Two hours in, a sudden quake,
Blimp shook, in a violent wake.
Windows shattered, wind did howl,
Explosions rocked, like thunder’s growl.
Blimp tore apart, chaos ensued,
Rusru held on, fear imbued.
A man in plasma, floating high,
Stared down, with a baleful eye.
Lightning cracked, blimp blown wide,
Rusru’s world, darkness inside.
Consciousness faded, vision dimmed,
Echoes of chaos, future grimmed.
What lay ahead, unknown to all,
Rusru’s fate, at destiny’s call.
Before the dawn of Ryore’s plight,
A village small, in morning light.
Early whispers, rising sun,
A crowd assembled, everyone.
In central court, where Nirms command,
They gather round, a solemn band.
Elder Mindor, frail but strong,
With steel cane, he hobbled along.
By his side, a soldier bold,
Clad in armor, tales untold.
From Cylos’ heart, he marched with pride,
To stand by Mindor, side by side.
Elder Mindor, with heavy breath,
Raised his cane, a sign of depth.
Silence fell, the crowd did hush,
Awaiting words, in morning’s blush.
“Villagers of Ryore,” he spoke,
A voice that bore the village yoke.
“I bring you news from Cylos grand,
A decree that spans our land.
In one week’s time, the Trail of Yimnar,
A fest, a quest, a journey far.
To honor Yimnar, inventor bright,
Who gave us blimps, who gave us flight.
Miscreants all, you’re called to join,
In pilgrimage, in joy’s coin.
For those with Ikur’s gift divine,
To Cylos’ capital, align.
Kar Kellion, envoy strong,
Will guide you there, where you belong.
For those not yet of age, must go,
To learn, to grow, the world to know.”
Kar Kellion then took the stage,
With a look of stern and measured gauge.
“I am Kar Kellion, honor guard,
To the Archons and our Inheritor’s ward.
Gather your things, prepare to leave,
For this journey, you must believe.
Any questions, concerns, find me here,
All praise to Ikur and Yimnar dear!”
The crowd dispersed with hails and prayer,
While Elder Mindor saw Rusru there.
Kneeling in prayer, his head bowed low,
Mindor approached, his voice soft and slow.
“Ah, Rusru, my boy, good to see,
You’ve grown strong, as strong can be.”
Rusru rose, respect in his tone,
“Elder Mindor, I’ve grown alone.”
“No need for formality, call me friend,
Or Elder, as you will, till the end.
My health is fair, though my hip does ache,
Like a cedar, young, though it quake.”
“I join Kellion’s journey today,
To the land below, where dangers lay.
Any advice, for my first quest?”
Mindor pondered, then gave his best.
“Keep your wits, the world below,
Is chaos controlled, as winds blow.
Land, air, weather, beasts untamed,
Keep faith in Ikur, you’ll be famed.
Kar is wise, a soldier grand,
Listen to him, follow his command.
You’ll do fine, with faith and might,
Go, my boy, into the night.”
Rusru smiled, with a nod so pure,
Parted ways, his heart secure.
Not long after, the feast began,
A bell’s ring, the feast’s great plan.
Nirms welcomed all inside,
Food and drink, music beside.
Candles glowed in trays of gold,
Tapestries of history, stories told.
Archon Quim, with joy in his eye,
Welcomed all, under the sky.
“For twenty-two years, I’ve served you well,
Seeing you here, my heart does swell.
Today, we honor Yimnar’s name,
Inventor, mentor, of our fame.
He gave us flight, with blimps so grand,
Now we feast, hand in hand.
Praise to Yimnar, praise to Ikur,
May we one day join you, pure.
Hail Ikur!” he shouted loud,
The villagers echoed, proud.
The feast went on, with dance and song,
Until afternoon bells chimed along.
Villagers departed, to the central court,
Where Kar Kellion’s mission would start.
Kar Kellion spoke, with authority clear,
“Four days to the capital, have no fear.
The countryside may be calm or wild,
Stay vigilant, no complaints mild.”
Rusru’s nerves began to rise,
The journey ahead, a daunting prize.
Villagers wished them well, safe and sound,
As they passed the village, farmlands around.
Four days passed, the capital in sight,
Marble buildings, a grand delight.
Blimps docked, rivers flowed,
Flags waved, the city glowed.
Excitement grew, as they neared the gate,
Rusru’s heart, a steady rate.
Into the city, sights to behold,
Markets bustling, stories told.
Cylos’ road, through the city’s heart,
Led them to the docks, their journey’s start.
Kar Kellion addressed the group,
“Explore the city, but stay in the loop.
Meet back here in two days’ time,
At dawn we leave, in perfect rhyme.”
Rusru wandered, markets wide,
Merchants called, with goods they’d bide.
Merchant Juekelim, loud and bold,
“Everything you need, come and behold!”
Rusru approached, with cautious gaze,
Eyed the goods, through market haze.
Prices high, Rusru knew,
Haggled down, to what was true.
The merchant pouted, tears in eyes,
Rusru left, with goods and sighs.
Through gardens green, Rusru strolled,
Nature’s beauty, sights untold.
Birds sang, streams did flow,
Peaceful moments, soft and slow.
Two days passed, back at the docks,
Ready for the trial, no more talks.
Kar Kellion led, blimps prepared,
Rusru’s heart, excitement shared.
Blimps rose high, journey began,
Toward the ruins, their noble plan.
Two hours in, a sudden quake,
Blimp shook, in a violent wake.
Windows shattered, wind did howl,
Explosions rocked, like thunder’s growl.
Blimp tore apart, chaos ensued,
Rusru held on, fear imbued.
A man in plasma, floating high,
Stared down, with a baleful eye.
Lightning cracked, blimp blown wide,
Rusru’s world, darkness inside.
Consciousness faded, vision dimmed,
Echoes of chaos, future grimmed.
What lay ahead, unknown to all,
Rusru’s fate, at destiny’s call.
Before the dawn of Ryore’s plight,
A village small, in morning light.
Early whispers, rising sun,
A crowd assembled, everyone.
In central court, where Nirms command,
They gather round, a solemn band.
Elder Mindor, frail but strong,
With steel cane, he hobbled along.
By his side, a soldier bold,
Clad in armor, tales untold.
From Cylos’ heart, he marched with pride,
To stand by Mindor, side by side.
Elder Mindor, with heavy breath,
Raised his cane, a sign of depth.
Silence fell, the crowd did hush,
Awaiting words, in morning’s blush.
“Villagers of Ryore,” he spoke,
A voice that bore the village yoke.
“I bring you news from Cylos grand,
A decree that spans our land.
In one week’s time, the Trail of Yimnar,
A fest, a quest, a journey far.
To honor Yimnar, inventor bright,
Who gave us blimps, who gave us flight.
Miscreants all, you’re called to join,
In pilgrimage, in joy’s coin.
For those with Ikur’s gift divine,
To Cylos’ capital, align.
Kar Kellion, envoy strong,
Will guide you there, where you belong.
For those not yet of age, must go,
To learn, to grow, the world to know.”
Kar Kellion then took the stage,
With a look of stern and measured gauge.
“I am Kar Kellion, honor guard,
To the Archons and our Inheritor’s ward.
Gather your things, prepare to leave,
For this journey, you must believe.
Any questions, concerns, find me here,
All praise to Ikur and Yimnar dear!”
The crowd dispersed with hails and prayer,
While Elder Mindor saw Rusru there.
Kneeling in prayer, his head bowed low,
Mindor approached, his voice soft and slow.
“Ah, Rusru, my boy, good to see,
You’ve grown strong, as strong can be.”
Rusru rose, respect in his tone,
“Elder Mindor, I’ve grown alone.”
“No need for formality, call me friend,
Or Elder, as you will, till the end.
My health is fair, though my hip does ache,
Like a cedar, young, though it quake.”
“I join Kellion’s journey today,
To the land below, where dangers lay.
Any advice, for my first quest?”
Mindor pondered, then gave his best.
“Keep your wits, the world below,
Is chaos controlled, as winds blow.
Land, air, weather, beasts untamed,
Keep faith in Ikur, you’ll be famed.
Kar is wise, a soldier grand,
Listen to him, follow his command.
You’ll do fine, with faith and might,
Go, my boy, into the night.”
Rusru smiled, with a nod so pure,
Parted ways, his heart secure.
Not long after, the feast began,
A bell’s ring, the feast’s great plan.
Nirms welcomed all inside,
Food and drink, music beside.
Candles glowed in trays of gold,
Tapestries of history, stories told.
Archon Quim, with joy in his eye,
Welcomed all, under the sky.
“For twenty-two years, I’ve served you well,
Seeing you here, my heart does swell.
Today, we honor Yimnar’s name,
Inventor, mentor, of our fame.
He gave us flight, with blimps so grand,
Now we feast, hand in hand.
Praise to Yimnar, praise to Ikur,
May we one day join you, pure.
Hail Ikur!” he shouted loud,
The villagers echoed, proud.
The feast went on, with dance and song,
Until afternoon bells chimed along.
Villagers departed, to the central court,
Where Kar Kellion’s mission would start.
Kar Kellion spoke, with authority clear,
“Four days to the capital, have no fear.
The countryside may be calm or wild,
Stay vigilant, no complaints mild.”
Rusru’s nerves began to rise,
The journey ahead, a daunting prize.
Villagers wished them well, safe and sound,
As they passed the village, farmlands around.
Four days passed, the capital in sight,
Marble buildings, a grand delight.
Blimps docked, rivers flowed,
Flags waved, the city glowed.
Excitement grew, as they neared the gate,
Rusru’s heart, a steady rate.
Into the city, sights to behold,
Markets bustling, stories told.
Cylos’ road, through the city’s heart,
Led them to the docks, their journey’s start.
Kar Kellion addressed the group,
“Explore the city, but stay in the loop.
Meet back here in two days’ time,
At dawn we leave, in perfect rhyme.”
Rusru wandered, markets wide,
Merchants called, with goods they’d bide.
Merchant Juekelim, loud and bold,
“Everything you need, come and behold!”
Rusru approached, with cautious gaze,
Eyed the goods, through market haze.
Prices high, Rusru knew,
Haggled down, to what was true.
The merchant pouted, tears in eyes,
Rusru left, with goods and sighs.
Through gardens green, Rusru strolled,
Nature’s beauty, sights untold.
Birds sang, streams did flow,
Peaceful moments, soft and slow.
Two days passed, back at the docks,
Ready for the trial, no more talks.
Kar Kellion led, blimps prepared,
Rusru’s heart, excitement shared.
Blimps rose high, journey began,
Toward the ruins, their noble plan.
Two hours in, a sudden quake,
Blimp shook, in a violent wake.
Windows shattered, wind did howl,
Explosions rocked, like thunder’s growl.
Blimp tore apart, chaos ensued,
Rusru held on, fear imbued.
A man in plasma, floating high,
Stared down, with a baleful eye.
Lightning cracked, blimp blown wide,
Rusru’s world, darkness inside.
Consciousness faded, vision dimmed,
Echoes of chaos, future grimmed.
What lay ahead, unknown to all,
Rusru’s fate, at destiny’s call.