“My name is Minas Esar and I carry many burdens on my shoulders.” “For nearly 5,000 years I Esar son of Yaris have ruled this Fellowship, but now that rule is slipping out of my grasp.”
“I was such a fool to listen to Thel Narsil, War Czar of the Fellowship, he fought beside my father during the Rakatan Wars. I still remember when this war began on the fields of Pelennor against the Njord Sovereignty and the Quetzal Dominion.
“The first sentient life we have found since our self imposed exile on Telchine and Narsil wanted to exterminate them all simply because of his paranoid ideas about what they would do if we let them live.”
“Any way for eleven hundred and thirty eight years we fought the Njord and Quetzal. The Njord were proud warriors who proudly fought against us like the demons that Narsil made us look like and the Quetzal in turn.”
“In sharp contrast the Quetzal fought us from the shadows with knives delving deeply into are backs and the backs of the Njord. For over a thousand years we fought these worthy warriors, lead solely by Narsil’s arrogant pride, hell I’m certain that most Telkines forgot their was a Minas ruling this Fellowship”
“Any how nine years before the wars end a Njord priestess named Freyja Narok, and a Quetzal assassin named Tyber Lrack decided to help me dethrone Thel from his title as War Czar, they were both very strong in the force, it was brave of them to forsake ancient feuds between their two peoples for their own good as were their followers.”
“ After the wars end I had him tried for a war that was never meant to be. He begged that only he be executed and not his family. It was punishment enough that he made us look like monsters, and an even greater punishment that the live the dishonor.”
“No longer were we the Telkine Fellowship, we were the Fellowship of Yaris. No longer we strive to hid from know on we shall attempt to make contact with the ‘Galactic Republic’ that formed after the fall of the Infinite Empire, with the Order of Elysium as sword in the shadows we will not fail. Now the burden of preserving the Legacy of the Rakata and our own legacy of our own peoples.”
“Keep the piece of Njord and Montezuma for all time my daughter Galadreil, make the wounds we suffered in the war count, safe guard our people from war, I sense a great danger over the horizon. A sleepless malice brewing on the shattered landscape of Korriban. Prepare the Telkines, Njord and the Quetzal for a great war that last for many millenniums. Be safe my child, be safe.”
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