Post by Flax on Sept 12, 2006 13:10:47 GMT -5
My name is Minos Ulan, I was born nearly four thousand years after the Mandalorian Wars and this is my story. You must wonder why I write with pen and paper, why I do not use a more durable format. There is a certain simplicity I find soothing in this method, a certain purity much in tune with the flow of the Echani martial arts. Like it, each word is woven with finesse and quick strokes, like Echani, it is not an art of brute force. I was born and Echani and yet I am almost an outsider among my people, Fate has made sure of that. Since the earliest I could remember, I’ve had a special talent, some I have encountered in my travels call it the Force, all I know is that in our enclave we had never heard of such a thing. Because of this talent, I did not belong, I did not have the martial drive of the others, I also had to understand myself, I needed to achieve balance. That is way I left, to discover myself and give this understanding a physical form, a blade that embodies all that I am. I hope to return to my people to show them what I have learned, yet I hold no illusions, it is very likely I will not have that privilege. If such is my fate, I leave all I have learned in your possession, dear reader, to do with as you please. For now I must go, I have arrived I know no where, but I do not worry for often it is the journey that matters more than the destination.