The Scepter of Jaar Gilon - Psycroptic

Far from this world lies a distant planet

System of seven, six inhabited

All are revolving around a sub called Hzkol

This group of planets, are controlled by one

Spoken in human its name would be Jaar-Gilon

Planet of millions, thirteen O Eight (1308) species residing-

Controlled by one.

«Klesta Raaldos» — The race of the dominants

Though not acknowledged ancient teachings follow the path of equality

Black soil beneath grey sky, valleys of dark tree growth shine

Leaves are reflecting Hzkol, here the Klesta Raaldos toil

Here they feed… There is one ruler who commands the council of the ancients

If measured in human years his age would be nine twenty four (924)

He has ruled here, eight hundred years.

His name is Jiilthanor Gilon

His descendants, have ruled this world, ever since their language was spoken

He is the fifteenth recorded generation since Diithor Na Gilon

Discovered the creation tree.

During his journey beneath ancient

Planets crust — hidden for aeons — the reason for his planets life-

Shining… with life… He was struck by the beauty

Of this haggled tree

He took a branch to show his tribe a piece of ancient history

So, his prize in hand, he returned

This would change history, for he found a power

Instructing him to strike down

With force the staff struck the ground

The crust — it moaned and cracked —

Opening up and out came… creatures…twelve thousand…

Attacking the «Klesta» tribe, leaving only good alive

Creating a peaceful nation from a bloodied battle

And from then the world has thrived, and the scepter has survived

The Gilon council has ruled their planet in peaceful Har-mony

…Harmony…

It is the scepter from Jaar-Gilon —

It holds the powers of creation —

It can bring life or it can destroy

The power used is the bearers choice