Tyran: The Battle of Foxsong Dock

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Tyran: Battle of Foxsong Dock

written by Scholar Makun

The peaceful Foxsong dock in the seaside town of Spira was disturbed by a strange sight one day. A ship, hidden by a dense fog, slowly sailed out of the misty sea. The ship, called the ‘Tyran’, was a normal ship, but it was filled with undeads. They were the Foxsong fighters who had perished on the faraway island of Aife a island on the border of Spira's plane barrier in the Paradax Sea , led by the brave Captain Montogmery.

The ship was full of the undead, their bodies reanimated by dark magic from the Tomb of Dullahan. They were warriors who had fought valiantly but had not found their peace in death. Their eyes, lifeless, gazed into nothingness, their hearts longing for peace they could not find.

As the ship gently docked at the Foxsong dock, a cold wind blew across Spira. The townspeople watched in terror as the undead got off, their ghostly shapes casting long, spooky shadows on the dock.

Suddenly, a large group showed up at the harbor. They were the Black Garden, infamous soul harvesters led by the dreadful Reaper, Shiva Kalima. With a wicked smile on her lips, Shiva lifted her scythe, the air around her sparking with dark energy.

“We are here to harvest,” she declared, her voice reverberating through the quiet dock. The undead, even though they had no life, felt a shiver down their spines. They did not want to have their souls harvested, their only hope was to find peace.

But the Black Garden was ruthless. They attacked the undead, their weapons cutting through the air. The dock became a war zone, the sound of metal and the screams of the undead filling the air.

The massacre was fierce and quick. The undead, despite their struggle, had no chance against the power of the Black Garden. They fell one by one, their souls harvested by the pitiless Shiva Kalima.

As the sun went down, the Foxsong dock was quiet once more. The Tyran, now empty, vanished into the fog from where it came. The Black Garden, their job done, disappeared into the night, leaving behind a dock stained with the traces of a battle that would always haunt the town of Spira.