A giant brute the man yet stands
With massive hilt yet grasped in hand.
With rumbling voice like water fall
He shouting out and loud did call."My name is Towan and long I've sought
The men who group of warriors wrought.
Whose leader won the dueling day
By sending warrior down to grave.To join his band I quick demand
To go along with warring plan."And all yet stood at man and gasped
And some reviled the thing he asked.
Like Saubio come from training fields
When seeing men in room yet steal.Who spoke and great resentment gave
Though man did seek to give them aid."I bid thee send this man yet far
From course we hold and will yet bar.
His ways are coarse with manner mean
No good refinement long is seenIn all his acts and ways he works
He's given well to only hurt
And brutal ways those works do bring
No great respect for finer thingsI doubt he holds. This man don't trust
For all his ways are sure unjust."With haughty words the warrior spurned
By regal man with nose upturned
Was struck and boisterous rage now gave
To threaten preening man with grave."Yet surely man is better give
Than one with silken clothes who bids
Me go my way and turn from path
What knows this effete one of wrath?"And high the tension came in room
That hung above their heads like gloom
Until at last then Kelan now spoke
And tension made the master broke."I fear the tasks already gave
To men in room who came when bade
And manner man does own is poor
To go along on battling chore.I bid you leave return to home
When many other venture's roam.
For surely better task will come
For one who longs for battle thrum."And man was struck by words he spoke
But promise still he gave and smote.
"The last of man you've failed to see
These words I give I bide you heed "That man shall come along the way
Of path that warring man is gave."
An out he went with struggling form
Though face was great and long forlornThis is the first wise decision made in this whole text. Note it well padawans and learn from it. Never take a rogue into your midst.
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The Eight Jedi (Annotated by Chief Archivist Jedi Master Ashram Dreyus)
PoetryBefore the dawn of the Galactic Republic a group of eight Jedi from distinct walks of life are forced to set aside their differences and work together to protect a peasant village from an oncoming bandit raid.