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3 years ago
I arrived on this alien world, along with the watchers of Xan seeking only their counsel, that they would welcome my wisdom and forsake their warfarin ways. They entertained our thoughts and for a second, took interest in our endeavors but it was short lived. Upon the chambers of the Tymeer capitol, news came declaring war between the three houses of Tymeer which included the outer colonies of the inhabited star system of Ezhani Yata Edaa. It was imperative to quail the feuds of the Tymeer, being that they are the great seat of the “tribunal of the outer rim.” It's an old world, an odd and barbaric place. During our visit, we were to witness a odd assortment of events, each one heralded by a enigmatic and cloaked figure, one that I witnessed whispering with one of the master counselors. It seems to be an assassin of a sorts, something we have grown quite fond of in our travels, but this one seemed eerily gifted and was upon our shadows before we were aware. The warships floated over head as I left the capitol. Once again, bearing witness to their idiocy, I am leaving them to their fate for it is now none of my concern. It is time to go into exile once more, for they will soon scar the planet. As I ventured into the wastelands I could hear the barrage of weapons and explosions, shaking the foundation in which I step. Fools, for their lust of desire erodes them from within. Leaving the watchers of Xan in the city, I began walk in the wastelands aimlessly, wounded not by weapons or hate but by the pride and desires of the sentient world, hoping to find purpose once more.
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