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The Bane of Fear From the Ballads of the Fading Age, attributed to a Thaian Chronicler

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Autor: Desconhecido.
Gênero: Indefinido.
Versão: 15.20.7a5cc9 (24 de novembro de 2025)
Biblioteca: Preceptor Lazare's Room
Localização: Falcon Bastion

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The Bane of Fear From the Ballads of the Fading Age, attributed to a Thaian Chronicler

Of all the ancient Wyrms, that plagued the caverns north of Thais, none commanded a terror so absolute as Myzareth. Her shadow, it was said, could break a hero's spirit faster than any mace or blade. Countless champions perished in her halls, and even more fled, forever marked by the sheer dread she instilled. Among the slain was Arion, a dragonslayer of proud lineage. His demise left his betrothed, the fair Lyra, heartbroken. Ignoring the pleas of the townspeople, who feared Myzareth's lair, Lyra returned again and again to the place of Arion's fall, carrying with her simple, wild-grown flowers from the grassy hills. It was a silent, defiant vigil of love, venturing as deep into the dragon's territory as her courage would permit. One day, as the monstrous Wyrm approached, Lyra noticed a peculiar thing. Where Myzareth's breath of flame usually blistered stone, it recoiled from the meek blossoms. More unsettlingly, a harsh, guttural sound, an awful coughing, escaped the dragon's throat as the scent reached her nostrils. Lyra realised her grief had armed her. She returned not with a sword, but with a mountain of the flowering stalks, a fragrant burden she could barely manage. When Myzareth descended, ready to burn the foolish mortal, Lyra hurled the fragrant mass directly into the dragon's gaping maw. A furious, phlegmy roar followed. The dragon writhed and gasped, her terrible breath reduced to weak, wheezing steam. Moving swiftly, Lyra used the rocky terrain and jagged stalagmites to box the distressed Wyrm in, trapping it in a nook as the scent-allergy crippled its senses. With the massive beast incapacitated by its own choking, Lyra did not charge, but instead drew her simple hunter's bow. From a safe distance, she began to loose arrow after arrow, targeting the dragon's unprotected underbelly and the soft folds beneath its wings. With relentless persistence, she rained countless shafts upon the helpless creature until its struggle ceased. Thus, the Terror of Thais met her end, felled not by a warrior's might, but by a woman's devotion, a simple flower, and the clever strategy of a ranged attack against an unexpectedly vulnerable foe. To this day, the flowers known as Lyra's Tears are said to ward off fear.

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Red Square Book em Falcon Bastion (Preceptor Lazare's Room) (33375, 31339, 3)