![]() The cry - surely produced by some completely ordinary creature, they told themselves - had got closer. At first, the sentinels had paid in no heed, but now they squinted into the distance towards its apparent source in the south. The forest, whose multitude of little noises usually started rustling into like at this hour of the morning, was completely silent, but for a cry that had been heard several times during the night. They huddled around the braziers, trying in vain to warm up. The Bontarian outposts, held by the knights of the Order, were white with the first signs of frost, the sentinels numb from the early onset of winter. The dawn was cold, and light could barely penetrate the morning gloom. A year passed before it faced its first battle. The city was built to counter the rise of Brakmar and Rushu's following. ![]() One month had been long enough for the three protectors to build the city, with the help of the ten gods. Just like Jiva and Pouchecot, the protectors of Javian and Frauguctor respectively, he had moved into the brand new city of Bonta. He had also asked Menalt centaur warrior and commander of the Order of Valiant Heart, to be the protector of Martalo, the month of storms and showers. Xelor, meanwhile, had decided that Jiva was worthy of succeeding Solar. This city would become his temple, and would have his followers! For Rushu intended to convert the other gods' disciples to worship him: they would sport red wings and would look like demons! And that's how the city of Brakmar, built in one night by Rushu himself, was devoted to the demon lord's sect. But he hand been refused! And a goddess called Sacrier had snatched his place in the pantheon for herself! By way of compensation, Rushu had asked Djaul to build a whole city in his honour. ![]() The lord of the demons wanted to become a god too, to be venerated by followers made in his image. All of this created a sense of instability across the World, and the protective aura of the Dofus became sullied by such intense greed.ĭespite this, Rushu remained unsatisfied. Something told Djaul that, sooner or later, he would be able to use the dragon to his advantage. And though his attempt at stealing the Dofus guarded by Aguabrial had been unsuccessful, it had led to the birth of a quick-tempered and unpredictable dragon named Bolgrot. Since then, the World had lived in the fearful shadow of Rushu's henchman, who had killed the great Solar with his own hands. Rushu had crushed a piece of Xelor's Clock and imposed Djaul as the protector of Descendre. a warning to foolhardy and careless youths.īesides these whispered night-time stories, there is no proof to be found, as all the knights disappeared, body and soul, on one cold night in Septangel. If their story has survived long enough to reach our ears, it is only because it was recounted secretly, in low voices during late-night gatherings. But nay! This was not to be, such was the fear their fate inspired in those who heard about it. Guided by Menalt the centaur, their tragic destiny should have been narrated by all the heralds and bards of the World of Eleven, and set in stone to travel on through the ages. ![]() The story of the knights of the Order of the Valiant Heart should have been part of History with a capital H - the one written about in books, the one for which statues are erected. The disorder which started creeping its way across the territories was to continue until war burst out between Bonta and Brakmar, the two cities born from the endeavours of the protectors of the months. No-one knew it yet but the soft, harmonious aura of the Dofus in which the World had previously bathed had been tainted. The World of Twelve was plunged into an era of darkness. ![]()
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