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    "story_excerpt": "Taryk was born in a village hidden among ashen mountains and dense forests, a place where the Dragonborn kept their traditions with almost fanatical strictness. Every morning, the temple bells rang before sunrise, and Bahamut’s name was spoken with fear more than with hope. Children were taught that",
    "story": "Taryk was born in a village hidden among ashen mountains and dense forests, a place where the Dragonborn kept their traditions with almost fanatical strictness. Every morning, the temple bells rang before sunrise, and Bahamut’s name was spoken with fear more than with hope. Children were taught that obedience meant virtue, and doubt was a sin. No one dared to challenge the word of the village’s high priest, Arhakar, an old dragonborn with bronze scales and a calm voice that concealed a cold cruelty.\n\nTaryk was given to the temple as a child, as an altar boy. At first, he believed it was an honor. He cleaned the relics, lit the candles, and memorized the sacred texts. But as he grew, he began to see the things others pretended not to notice.\n\nPeople who disappeared after criticizing the temple. Families forced to pay “sacred offerings” for protection. Young people taken at night and sent “into the service of the faith,” never to return.\n\nIn the temple’s basements there was a door novices were forbidden to open. One night, driven by curiosity and by the screams he heard almost every evening, Taryk went down the stone steps and peered through the crack of the door.\n\nThere he saw one of his friends, Rhogar, chained to a post with heavy irons. He had been accused of stealing food for his little sister. Arhakar and his men were torturing him methodically, reciting prayers as they struck him. Everything was done “in the name of purification.” Taryk froze when he heard the priest bargaining the boy’s price with two strangers dressed in black robes. That was when he understood the truth the village had ignored for years: the temple wasn’t just corrupt. It was the center of a slave network.\n\nAfter that night, his world changed. He started noticing signs everywhere. Unknown symbols carved on crates hidden at the altar. Foreign coins changing hands behind the temple. Priests who preached compassion by day and took part in executions by night.\n\nWorse, people knew.\n\nSome out of fear. Others for money.\n\nTaryk tried to speak with his family, but his father only told him this:\n\n“Some things must be ignored if you want to survive.”\n\nHis mother, however, seemed terrified every time he mentioned Arhakar’s name. Before she died, she whispered something he never fully understood:\n\n“You were never meant to stay here… he knows who you are.”\n\nShe never explained what she meant.\n\nShortly after that, several children and teenagers disappeared. Among them was Seryth, Taryk’s closest friend. He secretly followed one of the transports and discovered that the victims were kept in large iron cages, hidden in caves beneath the temple, before being sold to slave caravans.\n\nHe was caught.\n\nThere was no trial. There was no judgment.\n\nArhakar publicly accused him of heresy and treason, telling the village that Taryk had been “touched by darkness.” The crowd watched in silence as he was beaten and dragged through the mud. People he had known his whole life turned away. Some wept. None intervened.\n\nHe was thrown into a rusty cage alongside other captives. Some were delirious with thirst. Others were too weak to speak. Taryk still remembers the smell of blood, smoke, and hot metal.\n\nOn the night of the auction, the cages were brought into the central square. Foreign merchants inspected the slaves like animals. Arhakar preached about sacrifice and divine order while people bid on lives.\n\nTaryk was brought forward because he was a dragonborn and still young. His price was to be high.\n\nTo entertain the buyers, the guards began torturing him in front of the crowd. They forced him to kneel, struck him with heated rods, and demanded he renounce Bahamut. Taryk kept praying, not for salvation, but for someone—anyone—to stop it all.\n\nAnd then the fire began.\n\nAt first it was only smoke coming from the temple’s warehouses. Then an explosion so strong it shook the square. The flames spread impossibly fast, as if the fire were alive. Roofs caught fire one after another. People began to run and scream.\n\nBut no one ever discovered how the fire started.\n\nSome said it was Bahamut’s punishment.\n\nOthers swore they saw a massive winged silhouette among the flames.\n\nTaryk remembers only fragments: the reddened chains, the crackle of wood, Arhakar’s screams, and a bluish light that engulfed his cage before he fainted.\n\nWhen he woke up, he was alone on a hill above the village. The whole place was burning.\n\nHe didn’t know who had saved him.\n\nHe didn’t know how he’d escaped the cage.\n\nAnd he never found Arhakar’s body.\n\nOnly the priest’s ceremonial mask, half-melted in the ash.\n\nAfter the fire, many questions remained unanswered. Some still haunt him:\n\n• Why had his mother said that Arhakar “knew who he was”?\n• Who started the fire?\n• Why didn’t the flames touch him?\n• Who moved him to the hill?\n• What were the symbols carved beneath the temple?\n• Where did the slaves taken from the village disappear to?\n• And why did Taryk’s name appear in a hidden temple ledger, written next to the word: “Reserved”?\n\nThese questions became the wound that never healed.\n\nJoining the few survivors, Taryk reached another village where he came under the guidance of the priest Merhesh. For the first time, he met a cleric who embodied Bahamut’s true teachings: compassion, justice, and the pursuit of truth. Under his guidance, Taryk rebuilt his shattered faith and studied for years the disciplines of the Knowledge domain.\n\nEven so, the past never left him.\n\nSometimes he dreamed of fire.\n\nOther times he heard Arhakar’s voice whispering from the darkness.\n\nAnd, now and then, he found the same unknown symbol carved in impossible places—on abandoned caravans, in ruins, or on the necks of rescued slaves.\n\nAs if someone was still watching him.\nThe years under Merhesh’s guidance were the calmest of Taryk’s life. For the first time, he felt he belonged somewhere without living in fear. He helped the sick, copied old texts from the temple library, and traveled with the priest through nearby villages to bring food and comfort to those in need. People respected him, and little by little, the scars of the past seemed to close.\n\nBut peace did not last.\n\nOn a cold autumn morning, Merhesh disappeared without a trace.\n\nHis room was intact. The ritual vestments were still on their stand, and his staff had been left by the altar as if he had stepped out for just a few moments. There were no signs of a struggle. The only unusual thing was the symbol Taryk had seen before—carved deep into the wood of the table, still smoking as if burned in with a hot iron.\n\nThree days later, the slavers came.\n\nThey attacked the village before dawn, riding beasts clad in black armor and carrying torches with green flames. Houses were set ablaze, and people were dragged from their homes in chains. Taryk tried to organize the defense with the temple’s other guardians, but the attackers were too numerous and too well prepared.\n\nAmid the chaos he saw their leader.\n\nDragmos.\n\nA massive dragonborn with scales dark as scorched iron and one eye covered by a metal plate engraved with the same unknown symbol. He did not shout orders. He had no need. His mere presence inspired terror.\n\nTaryk hurled himself into the fight with the fury accumulated over years. He managed to free several villagers and cut down some of the attackers, but Dragmos proved far beyond any foe he had faced before. The slaver leader fought methodically, almost calmly, like an experienced butcher.\n\nIn the end, Taryk was surrounded.\n\nBeaten, shackled, and forced to the ground, he watched as the last survivors were dragged toward wagons barred with iron grates. Before he lost consciousness, Dragmos approached and looked at him for a long moment.\n\n“So you are the ‘reserved’ one…” he murmured.\n\nThe words froze his blood.\n\nThe chains of slavery returned to his life faster than he could ever have imagined.\n\nHe was transported for days alongside other captives, through canyons and hidden roads, to a port city where slaves were sold without names and without pasts. Taryk was already preparing for death when, during the auction, an old man in blue robes offered an absurdly high sum for him.\n\nThat was how he met the wizard Vaelor.\n\nAt first, Taryk thought he had merely changed masters. But Vaelor personally broke his chains and said:\n\n“Freedom that’s purchased is still freedom. What you do with it is your choice.”\n\nTaryk could have left.\n\nBut he had nowhere to go.\n\nBesides, the old man had saved his life without asking for anything in return. Out of gratitude, he chose to stay and help him in his research.\n\nVaelor’s tower stood on the shore of a gray sea, far from kingdoms and trade roads. There, among vast libraries, ancient maps, and laboratories filled with strange scents, Taryk’s life changed again.\n\nFor years he studied under the wizard’s guidance.\n\nHe learned the geography of the continents and of cities hidden among deserts. He deciphered dead languages and ancient symbols. He studied the history of fallen empires, alchemy, astronomy, and the religions of the world—not only Bahamut’s doctrines, but also the forbidden beliefs about forgotten gods and vanished cultures.\n\nFor the first time, he began to understand how small his village had been compared to the real world.\n\nAnd, more importantly, he began to connect the threads of his past.\n\nThe unknown symbol appeared in extremely old texts associated with a secret organization involved in the slave trade, ritual experiments, and mysterious disappearances. Some documents spoke of individuals marked from birth for an unknown purpose.\n\n“The Reserved.”\n\nEach time they found references to this term, Vaelor grew more worried.\n\nOne evening, after many years, the old wizard offered Taryk an ancient scroll and a map of his homeland.\n\n“You’ve spent too long running from your past,” he told him. “If you want answers, you must return to the places where it all began.”\n\nTaryk stared at the map in silence for a long time.\n\nMany of the villages destroyed by the slavers had vanished completely from official records. Their names had been erased as if they had never existed. Among them was the place where he had grown up.\n\n“What should I do?” he finally asked.\n\nVaelor gave a faint smile.\n\n“Find those who remain. Rebuild what they tried to destroy. And learn why those people are still looking for you.”\n\nOn the morning of his departure, Taryk fastened his old ceremonial mask to his belt—the only thing left from his past—and set out once more.\n\nThis time, however, he was no longer the frightened child who had fled the flames.\n\nHe was a seeker of truth."
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