Gwrtheyrn
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To any cosmopolitan bard or poet the concept of the inner struggle between man and beast was a moldering relic. In this age of silicon happiness and virtual wonder primal urges rarely amounted to more than a trip to the seedier side of the city to acquire some not so fine spice or a visit to the local brothel for a few halcyon hours.
Those lyricists that did find their muse in the exhilarating dance that was the hunt tended to do so vicariously through observing Trandoshans and the like. While there was certainly respect for these cultures they tended to be other. Like a Coelacanth there were something that was dredged from antiquity bringing only the faintest of ancestral desires with them.
The verse that Gwrtheyrn was penning however had a far more personal note to it. Somewhat of a pariah among his people his communication with the other sentient races of the universe had become very useful following what was known to some as the netherworld breach. Nothing unites disparate species quite like shades of the departed rising up to feast upon the souls of the living and thus unlikely alliances has been forged.
Gwrtheyrn was still a Maelibus and still a filid (one of the poets that recorded the oral history of his people through spoken verse and song) but now he was also a Jedi. True enough he was a member of the silver order who had through their long and sometimes sordid history done things to combat the darkside which would not necessarily be considered humane or ethical but as with all Jedi the Silvers had a core of moral decency that set them apart from the warlocks and diabolists of the Sith.
Alas this needed to be reconciled with his urges to hunt. Traditionally among his kind this would manifest in the savage mutilation and death of either a smaller sentient race or a sufficiently challenging prey animal. Now Gwrtheyrn was having his meals served to him regularly at the Jedi temple. This was all well and good but it left him without an outlet for his more violent urges.
Writing verse and learning to meditate on the force were fine pastimes but he had begun to suspect that if he totally ignored the raptorial edicts written into his very being then it would have negative consequences on his spiritual growth. Repression could only serve to make him vulnerable to the darkside and that was a fate he did not relish.
When the rumors of something unnatural and distinctly malevolent on the planet Vaal had reached the Silver Jedi temple Gwrtheyrn was more than eager to investigate. If his suspicions were correct than the tales of a airborne monstrosity that was leaving death and misery in its wake were detailing the exploits of a sithspawn.
Such a blighted creature was crafted with the sole intent of subjugating and terrorizing others. Its continued existence was a blasphemy against all natural life and thus it would be a kindness to dispatch it to the great beyond.
Vaals moon hung vast in the sky and its light in tandem with the stars gave illumination to the fields of aromatic grass that the golden giant strode through. The Maelibus was clad in a silver hued robe denoting his allegiance as a Jedi and his massive blade 'Ashla's mercy' was slung on his back taking the place of a light-saber.
In the distance was a vast building. A manor or estate which had long been abandoned and left to grow derelict through neglect. The locals had been keen to identify it as the lair of the beast but would only give him passage to the borders of its domain for fear of the creatures wrath.
And so the poet warrior pressed on humming the tune of a song as yet unwritten to himself.
Those lyricists that did find their muse in the exhilarating dance that was the hunt tended to do so vicariously through observing Trandoshans and the like. While there was certainly respect for these cultures they tended to be other. Like a Coelacanth there were something that was dredged from antiquity bringing only the faintest of ancestral desires with them.
The verse that Gwrtheyrn was penning however had a far more personal note to it. Somewhat of a pariah among his people his communication with the other sentient races of the universe had become very useful following what was known to some as the netherworld breach. Nothing unites disparate species quite like shades of the departed rising up to feast upon the souls of the living and thus unlikely alliances has been forged.
Gwrtheyrn was still a Maelibus and still a filid (one of the poets that recorded the oral history of his people through spoken verse and song) but now he was also a Jedi. True enough he was a member of the silver order who had through their long and sometimes sordid history done things to combat the darkside which would not necessarily be considered humane or ethical but as with all Jedi the Silvers had a core of moral decency that set them apart from the warlocks and diabolists of the Sith.
Alas this needed to be reconciled with his urges to hunt. Traditionally among his kind this would manifest in the savage mutilation and death of either a smaller sentient race or a sufficiently challenging prey animal. Now Gwrtheyrn was having his meals served to him regularly at the Jedi temple. This was all well and good but it left him without an outlet for his more violent urges.
Writing verse and learning to meditate on the force were fine pastimes but he had begun to suspect that if he totally ignored the raptorial edicts written into his very being then it would have negative consequences on his spiritual growth. Repression could only serve to make him vulnerable to the darkside and that was a fate he did not relish.
When the rumors of something unnatural and distinctly malevolent on the planet Vaal had reached the Silver Jedi temple Gwrtheyrn was more than eager to investigate. If his suspicions were correct than the tales of a airborne monstrosity that was leaving death and misery in its wake were detailing the exploits of a sithspawn.
Such a blighted creature was crafted with the sole intent of subjugating and terrorizing others. Its continued existence was a blasphemy against all natural life and thus it would be a kindness to dispatch it to the great beyond.
Vaals moon hung vast in the sky and its light in tandem with the stars gave illumination to the fields of aromatic grass that the golden giant strode through. The Maelibus was clad in a silver hued robe denoting his allegiance as a Jedi and his massive blade 'Ashla's mercy' was slung on his back taking the place of a light-saber.
In the distance was a vast building. A manor or estate which had long been abandoned and left to grow derelict through neglect. The locals had been keen to identify it as the lair of the beast but would only give him passage to the borders of its domain for fear of the creatures wrath.
And so the poet warrior pressed on humming the tune of a song as yet unwritten to himself.
