The Lyn are a subrace of humans, the immigrants to Viridia who landed in the northwest and build a flourishing country for themselves where other races had little interest in travelling. They established their capitol in Ironmark, and set up other forts in the mountains and along the Ashen Coast. There were also smaller established villages in the mountains, and two larger cities with no accompanying fort.
Physically, the Lyn have little variance outside of facial structure. Their skin is uniformly fair, and the only naturally occurring hair colour is brown, sometimes with a bit of red. Their eyes boast a larger variety of blues, browns, and greens. A lot of Lyn dye their hair different colours through dye, magic, or the odd magic dye.
The people of Lyndor make their livings in enough varying ways to render the country completely self-sufficient, but almost every man, woman and child has some role in their main source of entertainment: one-on-one swordfights between some of the best swordsmen in the world. This form of entertainment draws crowds (including non-humans) to the Lyndor forts every year for a large organized tournament.
The competitors use the flats (or in the case of one-sided weapons, the backs) of their swords when fighting, and due to the high amount of skill in the professional fighters, injuries worse than the expected bruising are rare. In organized fights, the competitors stand about ten meters apart, and when the start of the match is signalled, quickly close the distance and lock blades in an attempt to gain an advantage on the other. The match is usually over when one of the warriors surrenders, which doesn’t normally take too long given the amount of pain involved with getting hit in the side by a broadsword.Naturally from this sport celebrities rose out of the best fighters, including a man who held the tournament’s championship for five straight years, Traziun, who was the favourite at nearly every tournament he entered, including his first. In his sixth year holding the title, Traziun was defeated in the championship match by a Connor Gibbs, a first-year competitor who had bested every combatant in record time leading up to the match.
The fight was spectacular, lasting hours instead of minutes, and in the end Traziun lay defeated, only losing when he lost consciousness. It took a month for both warriors’ wounds to fully heal, and when all was said and done, both fighters retired, leaving the title empty for the first time since the tournament began. Ten years later, both warriors entered the battlefield one more time, facing each other to give the audience a long-awaited encore. Their second fight ended an hour later, with Traziun left standing this time, and while the match was shorter than their first, it was by far more intense.
There was no bitterness between the two afterwards, because like good warriors, they respected their opponents too much. Fans of both cried for one final match, to settle the tie, but even Connor admitted that Traziun was by far superior and declined the tie-breaker. Neither warrior fought in another structured match after that, but Traziun went on training new swordsmen, ending in several championship-holders before the end of his career.
Upon Traziun’s death, a statue was erected in Ironmark to honour his memory, while Connor eventually faded from memory, happy enough of what he had once accomplished.


