Bayek Lore: Official Story
‘Beasts with the faces of men prey on the weak and powerless. We cannot show our bellies to the jackals that plague our land.’
Bayek of Siwa is a relentless warrior, devoted protector, and fearless Medjay dedicated to securing the welfare of his people. When tragedy struck, his mission turned into a personal crusade against tyranny and evil wherever he found it. His quest for justice fanned the spark of the Hidden Ones into a flame that eventually became the Assassin Brotherhood. Bayek’s life is one of duty, sacrifice, and the birth of a movement dedicated to freedom.
To tell the difference between two deserts with naught but instinct is far from easy, but Bayek of Siwa knew that the place he found himself in was not home. The air was heavier, the sand was coarser, and the sun was harsher. A trick of the gods, perhaps? Wherever he was, Bayek knew he needed to find water and shelter. Bayek observed the sun, stars, and prevailing wind to ensure he was heading in a consistent direction. He decided that would be west, towards the setting sun, to ensure he was always following the light.
After walking for days, Bayek stumbled across a group of Nomads camped out at an oasis and among them was a fellow warrior called Basim, armed with the same wrist-bound Hidden Blade as him, concealed from even the most prying eyes. Perhaps him being sent to this desert was not a trick. Perhaps the gods had blessed him with a fellow misplaced traveler in a strange land.
After speaking with Basim’s Nomad escort, Bayek and his new companion set off south in search of Velyzar – a city they had been told was a great place to find information, among other resources. As they arrived, Bayek’s heart broke for those living in the filth of Velyzar’s streets, but Basim urged him to focus on finding a way home. After multiple days of fact-finding, the pair’s paths collided with that of Pontiff Augustin.
The Pontiff’s appearance had both Assassins feeling the pull of something familiar, something powerful. He was a figure clad in robes of purple and black adorned with tones of gold walking among the poorest people, bestowing them with ‘miracles’ with a three-fingered sign, thanks to a glowing flask on his hip. Basim pointed to the bishop, and said: ‘If you want to help these people and get home, we should start there.’