The Epic of Fedin [CLOSED EXCEPT BY PERMISSION]
The Holy Text of the Fedin - a people professed in the worlds as a race of immense thoughts. They are a species that hails the mastery of the psionics, and furthermore as blind, deaf, and mute species of the universe, they are limited to seeing the world through the eyes and ears of those who can do so. Their mastery in psionics compensates for their faults, which while debilitating to most other species, leads to an often awe-inspiring strength in the grand community of the universe. They harvest the power of the stars in their every moment, using energies to supply their world with extreme power - power that possibly corrupted them for in an instant, they vanished. In the wake of whatever empire existed, they left only one remnant of their civilization:
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Translated into the common language
In the beginning, there was a void –
In whose domain was interred a thought
Instilled with memories of pasts destroyed.
A moment arrived and freed the lot –
A parcel of time and space within
To witness what these memories wrought.
The universal released the kin
Which compels the saints to acknowledge
The truths of a world hidden therein.
A marriage of two held in bondage –
Always linked to the other sort
In defining the truth of knowledge.
Then segregation of the consort
And the light parted from the dark stars
With the Mighty rampart to comfort.
Great Fedin rises to count the scars
And heal the tensions of the lost past
Striding forward with truth and stars.
Thus the fortunes of our kin are cast
With mandates of the stellar master
To guard against the foes ever vast.
Since the conception of the aster
We embark to illuminate the verse
Whose right refrain blesses the castor.
Those fools who indulge in the perverse –
Whose artifacts blind their true power –
They shall in Fedin’s light immerse.
Freed thus from the fateful dark tower
The true shall bless in Fedin’s right might –
While we all await the very hour.
In the days rode Keepers of the Light,
Whose mission was hidden in the blood
Of those considered within their right.
Those days sat opposed to the divine flood –
In whose wake waded the tribes of Tiv
And established thence a rising bud.
Wars and pains were set upon that eve –
In their wake leaving eras of strife
For those children who did not perceive.
Guardians of the Stars and of Life –
They rose to challenge the Chaotic
Oppressors of the Right and of Life.
Yet among them found the despotic
Whose reign ran the wise and great in pain
To realize his fortunes exotic.
The Dominion of Right rose in vain
To witness great travesties at hand
And end the Fedin on fields inane.
Exiles came to temples in command –
With words to order worlds whereupon
Wars raged within the ranks of their band.
The zealous became the righteous spawn
And their thoughts become the one divine
While truth is lost and paradise gone.
Fates read the wills and let loose the Nine –
The Right and True Writers of Judgment
Abiding in guidance to their incline.
In due, the Righteous came to descent –
To rise again the rulers of Truth
With minds to vanquish their deep intent.
History is but the tale of our youth –
Swindled in conflict and rife with rage
Yet without reason and dark with ruth.
The titles endowed and the rights in wage
Tell of us a kind with sympathies
But borne of a compassionate sage.
Interred on stones and set among these
Lie the distant whole of a Right Realm
Guarding secrets of its many keys.
The bearers of the Word ride at helm
To save the valor of the lost one
And guide these keepers rightly to whelm.
The Fedin have seen the tides undone
And exceeded their mission calling –
We hold testament to their long run.
Thus comes the enemy appalling –
Potent against the wisdom of time
To crash upon an edifice falling.
The words of the predecessors chime
With echoing vibes of the true tale
To modify to new paths sublime.
The conjurers grasp and send a gale –
The tides have changed for their favored kin
And formed a new crystal under a veil.
In the times to come, they rouse a grin
As elements are set in order
To witness the rise of a new skin.
Standing vigilant by the border,
The Fedin progressed to hold the world
Leaving instead a grave disorder.
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WOW!!!!!!
ANOTHER ONE!!!
how amazing...
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The best part!!! waiting for me to finish these reservations...
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that will do for now...