Skarian Hyrcanus

## Skarian I Hyrcanus (deceased)

Skarian Hyrcanus was the last King of Kratia, he was murdered by Çulkar Vatyanet of Ukialta.

he came from the old linage of kings of the Hyrcanus Dynasty, who according to Ageosi myth are descendents of Navira the goddess of war.

### Skarian's early life

Skarian Hyrcanus first of his name was born in Kratia his homeland, his mother died at child birth so he was raised by his father.

From young age Skarian grew up in a very religious area, from the stories of creation and to fall of Myros, Skarian learnt it all.

When the young boy reached the age of 12 he started to train as a warrior, in the house of Morelian, the Morelians were feirce warriors loyal to his father.

Skarian quickly picked up duites in Kratia as he came of age, and was a member of the Ephors (The king's council) by the age of 22.

### Skarian's reign

When the message of his father's death reached him he was only 26, and was crowned king with the support of Tigetius Morelian.

Skarian waited with avenging his father, beliveing that it wasn't the right time, he focused on developing Kratia's economy and establishing realtions with the fellow Ageosi city states.

after receiving the message that a man from Kratia commited crimes in the city of Victria, he had to investegate, from talking to the people involved he found out that it was a man from Ukiialta who tried to frame the Kratians, then he decided that it's time to settle the score with the people who killed his father.

he met the leader of Ukialta who conviced the king, that the man who killed his father was acting on his own will, not under his commands, Skarian truly belived that those people wouldn't want to kill an Ageosi king for no clear reason but after a few days he recived the message that the ruler of Ukialta was murdered by Zyros, the son of the man who killed his father.

The rightfull ruler of Ukialta, Çulkar, a 16 year's old boy fled to Kratia, there he was welcomed in warm hands by Skarian, Skarian related to the boy and felt his pain, he lost his father as well to those people.

Skarian promised to the boy that they both will have their vengeance, and that he will grant him Kratia's warriors in return of justice, but Skarian was a pious man, and demanded one thing, that the boy will embrace the Ageosi religion, the boy rejected the king's offer and went back to his homeland.

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### Skarian's death

Skarian recived a letter from Çulkar that he captured Zyros and that he wishes to execute him in Kratia, Skarian blinded by vengeance accepted the offer and late at night they arrived to the city.

Aliyr turned to look at Çulkar. He waited for a bit, then nodded to Aliyr, who kicked the back of Zyros’ leg. The iron plates of his armour clanged as he fell onto his knees right in front of Skarian. Skarian, without a pause or hesitation, spit on his face. Zyros, unable to wipe off the spit due to his shackles, was defenceless against him.

Skarian slowly unsheathed his sword and looked down at a man who he had hated with all of his heart for years. Zyros, seeing his own reflection on the fine steel of the blade, swallowed a dry mouth.

“I will not kill you today, but I must avenge my father by spilling your blood,” he raised the sword right on top of his arm. “Barbarian.”

Skarian sensed a disturbance, a threat. The time stopped for a moment, and he heard a noise from his right, and quickly lowered his sword onto the source. His blade was met with another piece of metal, he turned right, and it was Aliyr, this filthy barbarian. If he hadn’t swung his sword onto his, Aliyr’s blade would be in his chest.

He was filled with rage. Another betrayal from an Ukialtan. These people had no honour - no respect for a word. He quickly jumped back and looked at Çulkar with fury.

“I should’ve known you’d be going against your word,” he barked “I thought you’d be different, I thought you were an Ukialtan with honour, but you had to go back to your people’s ways. You are no different than the rest of these *barbarians.*”

He turned his head to the doors to his residence.

*Why aren’t my guards coming?* Skarian thought *They should have heard me by this point.* Then he heard a distant clash and a crowd cheer. *A duel?* Then he heard explosions, and the cheers turned into screams.

*Tsk. These Barbarians and their low ways. None of the guards will reach me in time.*

He started to panic, the three of them were already armed, Zyros was unchained and was given a shortsword. It was a four to one. Maybe he could jump out the window, no, it was way too high. He started walking back. Rush for the doors? It wasn’t guaranteed that he could open them but was worth a try. He felt a touch at his back, he had reached the wall. He could perhaps offer them something? Wealth? Power? Then he stopped.

*Why am I giving into fear?* he thought to himself. *These are barbarians, why fear them? Didn’t you want to prove yourself to be a descendant of Navira? This is the time, you will never get to fight a king and his top generals in a war. Go fight them. Go kill them. Give. Them. Hell.*

He looked at his opponents, it was *his opponents* now, a man to beat in an arena, an animal to kill in a cage. They were coming closer. Perfect. He suddenly pushed himself off of the wall behind him at an immense speed, catching the four offguard.

Taken from "The Death of Skarian" by Akufan Vatyanet