Far from this world lies a distant planet
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System of seven, six inhabited,
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all are revolving around a sub called Hzkol.
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This group of planets, are controlled by one.
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Spoken in human its name would be Jaar-Gilon.
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Planet of millions, thirteen O Eight(1308) species residing-
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controlled by one. "Klesta Raaldos" - The race of the dominants.
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Though not acknowledged ancient teachings follow the path of equality.
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Black soil beneath grey sky, valleys of dark tree growth shine.
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Leaves are reflecting Hzkol, here the Klesta Raaldos toil.
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Here they feed...There is one ruler who commands the council of the ancients.
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If measured in human years his age would be nine twenty four(924).
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He has ruled here, eight hundred years. His name is Jiilthanor Gilon.
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His descendants, have ruled this world, ever since their language was spoken.
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He is the fifteenth recorded generation since Diithor Na Gilon
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discovered the creation tree. During his journey beneath ancient
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planets crust - hidden for aeons - the reason for his planets life-
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Shining!....with life...He was struck by the beauty
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of this haggled tree.
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He took a branch to show his tribe a piece of ancient history.
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So, his prize in hand, he returned.
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This would change history, for he found a power.
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Instructing him to strike down.
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With force the staff struck the ground.
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The crust - it moaned and cracked -
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opening up and out came......creatures......twelve thousand....
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Attacking the "Klesta" tribe, leaving only good alive.
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Creating a peaceful nation from a bloodied battle.
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And from then the world has thrived, and the scepter has survived.
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The Gilon council has ruled their planet in peaceful Har-mony
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........Harmony!........
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It is the scepter from Jaar-Gilon -
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It holds the powers of creation -
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It can bring life or it can destroy.
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The power used is the bearers choice.
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The Scepter Of Jaar-Gilon
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Psycroptic |