'It takes the strength of two to be as one.'
Introduction – An ancient race of noble philosophers, thinkers and psionics, the clever Feralok always strive to rise up to the heritage of their past without endangering their ways of life, their fabled neutrality and brilliance being the envy of many.
Homeworld – Snow covered lands of the cold tundra planet Leioch IV.
A reason for leaving the home planet – The Feralok have at last reclaimed some of their ancestral legacies and are prepared to seize the role among the black beyond that their ancestors once hailed as their own.
Social Structure – The Feralok ancient traditions, though they may seem peculiar to alien eyes, brought them great wisdom and prosperity and they hold these rites as sacred. As the teachings of their forefathers command, the Feralok society is divided into three orders.
’The sweaty, huge form of the Rassak towered over me after having me thrown to the floor of the pit by a swift left feint, followed by a quick svarog maneuver. Smiling, confident of his victory, pinning me tight to the ground he asked me: Do you yield?’
’And then I fought back.’
Kealin Nearis, Lyean philosopher and a former prisoner in the Ashak arenas.
In the Psi Schools of the Feralok, the innate psionic abilities of their genetically enhanced minds are celebrated, along with great personal contemplation and philosophic study. To truly develop the full potential of their talents, strict concentration, focus and a life of great perseverance and devotion are required, so not many become one of the philosophic Orders. The applicants for them are, further more, thoroughly tested to ensure that only the best ones are even considered for the rigorous duties of enlightenment. The Followers of the Ways are divided into two Orders, those who adhere to the rules of personal advancement, Lyean, (Light Seekers in Common), and those who harness the power of Tyaen, or the Dark Bringers.
To the Lyean, named by the rituals in which they find their unique psi strength, the mind is a sacred and deeply personal thing which is to be advanced solely by each individual. This focus draws them to develop the innate powers of limited precognition, logical reasoning which surpasses their entire race and reaches even the levels of complex inorganic beings, and those who develop their abilities to the fullest may even achieve short ranged teleportation merely by concentrating hard enough to envision themselves at the desired location. The Tyaen, on the other hand, consider their powers a gift which must be used to the fullest, and they recognize its true power in manipulating the minds of others, shaping them as clay and influencing them to their own will. They focus more on the outward uses of their psi powers, so those whom favor this path can acquire telepathy, limited mind control and may even hurt the minds of others by great concentration, though never fatally.
'The race which makes a great distinction between warriors and scholars will have its battles led by fools and its thoughts guided by cowards.'
Ancient Lea’Tyen proverb.
Both Orders harbor their own elite warriors, which are often used as the deadliest blades of the Feralok armies. The Lyean train the brave Feraes, warriors which rely on the natural talents of their order, for whom speed is the prime requisite. And the elite Tyaen fighters, the Saeyl, are unseen combatants whom use the tricks of the feeble mind to ensnare their targets. Both schools view each other with some disdain and mistrust: the Tyaen because they consider the Lyean are negating their own nature, inhibiting their talents, and their powers somewhat flawed compared to their own, and the Lyean see the Tyaen's domination of minds as an affront to the sacred laws and rites of their order. Yet, taught by the lessons of ages past, both learned they are the most powerful when combining their powers together, so as all of their race, they strive for complete neutrality and peace between the two.
The finest leaders of both Orders are gathered in the Naeyean Conclave, the highest religious authority of Feralok. The Conclave then decides upon one sole Feralok, the Moenach, whom shall govern their race justly alongside two other members of the Triumvirate. As a race, the Feralok respect these schools of faith, but since they praise their natural talents and propagate philosophical, not religious views of the world, the prideful people bear no fanaticism or humble admiration.
The second leader of the Triumvirate hails from the people themselves, from the Feralok Council, the Regna Gather. The membership in the Regna Gather, as in the Naeyean Conclave, is divided by two equally: the Elected Members and the Noblekin. The Noblekin are distant descendants of ancient rulers of Feralok, and as such retain much of their elite position in the society, especially due to the fact that some of their families might one day rise to emperorship. They also, together with Elected Members of the People, whom are chosen as the most deserving of their race, decide upon a champion which would represent them in the Triumvirate, the Ceales. The two of Regna Gather once warred among themselves, but saw the futility of the conflict and arose above it.
At last the third, and ultimate leader of the Triumvirate and Feralok is the emperor, or Taelon. Each Taelon hails from the Royal Family, bearers of the lineage closest to that of ancient kings of their race. Once their rule was supreme and their word law; however, with their keen minds the Feralok realized the dangers of this system, and the noble and just Triumvirate was established by the hand of the Prophet, Xealin Naeyean.
Decision in the Triumvirate are brought either by consensus, or if not possible, the majority of two. The Taelon is the leader and spokesman of the Triumvirate, but in reality is but an equal member. The Orders of Ways pertain to their own duties of enhancing themselves, pursuing and teaching the arts of knowledge and philosophy and training elite warriors. The Regna Gather generally decides upon the path the Feralok take, but the Triumvirate brings any decision to fruition.
’A passion for knowledge is the greatest expression of inner strength of a being and an explicit form of its self-esteem.’
The Feralok are a highly intellectual and contemplative race, their society placing great emphasis on art, architecture and philosophy. They dread and despise physical toil, and revel in finer heights of achievement, seeking knowledge, self-awareness and beauty above all else. They place a high value on creating beauty and expressing oneself, and the production of artistic masterpieces is considered the acme of achievement for individuals and societies. For those who lack significant aesthetic talents, this ideal holds that the best life is one devoted to cultivating an appreciation for works of genius that others have crafted. As a very insightful race, the Feralok have great respect for those who withdraw from the world and lead a life of meditation and reflection, seeking answers and greater wisdom. While the elite of the race pursues these noble goals, workers, farmers or others of low refinement and meaningless lives are generally scorned and despised by society as a whole.
'They speak of each other as demonic, vile and malignant and would like nothing better than complete obliteration of their ancestral foe. In their hatred, both betray a weakness. Both have much yet to learn. For where is the wisdom in destroying what we perceive as evil? How can one comprehend good if he was not wronged? How would one conceive light if there was not the shadow that envelops it? The laws of balance govern the universe. If a crusade was led for the ultimate justice, where would it begin? And most importantly, when would it end?'
Feralok speech in the Orion Senate of the Rassak/Sleksix blood feud.
This race understands well the intricacies of galactic politics, and what is more, finds great delight and craftiness in them. To understand and study other lifeforms is a thrill not to be considered lightly. However, they do have some reservations for the warrior, treacherous and unreasonable Ashak, whose sole desire for bloodfull wars they left long behind them and now can not comprehend. They do revere the solid peacefulness of the Derthrean and enjoy the simple naivness and childlike curiosity of Rassak. Otherwise, united in their diversity, they remain mainly neutral in conflicts of others and often use them as pions for their goals, exploiting their petty desires for their ends, a portrait of perfect politicians. The Feralok strive to keep balance among other powers in galaxy, preventing opposing sides of ever overtaking one another until it suits their needs to consume them in their own empire.
They believe their social organization to be supremely wise and just. Since they are committed to maintaining the status quo, they generally give a great deal of deference to the government unless they become convinced that it has lost its legitimacy and poses a threat to the social order which had ended eons of bloodshed.
The politics of Feralok are rather seclusionist, with a tendency to isolate themselves from conflicts, yet remain entwined in the gust of things, manipulating others for their own ends, sparking the stories of their cowardice among the more militaristic races. However, these rumors are quickly proven wrong if facing the Feralok, as they are unafraid of taking up arms for what they believe in and fierce in combat when forced to be so.
History – As the ancient histories of many worlds mention, the Orions have visited and enlightened many races of the galaxy. On one of the planets which sparked their interest, Leioch IV, the cold world, there thrived a race far different than many. The olden Feralok were a race naturally endowed by formidable psychic abilities and wondrously resilient to the planet’s harsh climate, yet sadly feral and unyielding to the truths of Orions. Through all reason they denounced the voice of the outworlders and retreated to the cold to defend their ways of life. Standard practice would be to brutally conquer the natives and enslave them for reeducation. However, standard practice often proves wrong; and as it would soon be seen, with the Feralok, nothing is standard.
After some vicious skirmishes with the native populace, the Orions saw the unclaimed potential in the minds of the noble humanoids. At that time dwelling in research for genetically altering intelligence, they had decided to boost the knowledge of this defiant race, uplifting them to sentience, in order to convince them of the error of their ways. The project was a stunning success and first of those which would become known as the Feralok were born.
At first, awed beyond words by the power of the Orions, the Feralok saw them not as fathers, or creators, but as one would look upon a god. Worshipped and revered, obeyed and respected, Orions marveled at the progress of their creation. The Feralok gradually became highly intellectual and introspective, achieving great heights in not only their cultural advancements, but personal, individualistic advancements as well. Prideful of their achievements, theirs was an era of prosperity and enlightenment, secluded from the workings of the empire by the protective wing of their Orion fathers. But, it was their pride which would spark their downfall. As their insights grew and grew, and miracles of art and knowledge became increasingly stupendous, so did their pride. They abandoned their ways and distanced themselves both from their kin, and their benefactors, seeking to discover their own greater purpose in existence, each in turn becoming isolated and aloof to his brethren and their primordial bonds of fellowship. More and more mistrustful of the Orions, the Feralok started to question the motives of the outsiders, seeing them as a threat now, not gods, nor creators.
Yet in seeking comfort in solace, they had shattered the greatest strength of their race, their powerful unity, and their creators despaired at the now scattered tribes of the once noble and solidary beings. Feeling that their work had only sown the inevitable downfall of the Feralok, the Orions prepared to abandon them to their ways, which spelled certain doom, and leave them to the chaos that would surely emerge. Yet, by this time despising their harbingers, the Feralok would not let it come to pass. And it came to be that before those who fathered their might and reason would leave the sinister world, they had been slaughtered by the hands and minds of their progeny without remorse or regret.
Knowing of the onslaught which would ensue from the Empire, the rebelling Feralok had established the single body which would survive the upcoming strife and live until the days of the Third Rise: Iaeren Selean, the Watchful Eye, a service to their race demanded of many: to support the Orion technology and prevent their empire from ever finding out of the newfound liberty (or ingratitude). In reality, all the power was divided between the scattered tribes of their race, sparks of conflict already brewing, echoing the coming of the dark age which would shake the foundations of their beliefs and burn a searing scar into their minds that would not heal for a millennia.
Over time, the Feralok clans grew more and more wary of each other, with constant bickering and backstabbing portraying their petty differences. Legends hold that an assassination of an important clan leader by a rival tribe sparked the conflict; yet today it bears no matter. What is important is that the tribes divided into several blocks, and fought in an apocalyptic war now known as the Bealin Eranea, War of the Five Blades, named so by the now extinct grand clans held responsible for most of the slaughter. As in any civil war, one could scarcely differ friend from foe, as ancient friends feuded, aided by ancient enemies. It was an uncertain, dangerous and tragic time of strife, where great victories and epic defeats were all but uncommon.
From the flames of war, several greater clans emerged, rising above others, be it in ways of cunning, ferocity or honor. Slowly at first, these larger clans overtook those lesser by words, weapons or both, uniting their race, until at the end but a few sharply divided great tribes and only dozens of independent smaller ones remained. The great tribes of these days were the technocratic, scheming and cunning Xeas’Tarados (’Born for victory’, it was common that the name of a tribe would also serve as its motto), whom though somewhat lacking in strength of arms, excelled at negotiating service of their interests, the numerous hordes of Rein’Meara (’Soil of the land’), whose power was of legend, and whose numbers far surpassed all else, the elusive and wise Lea’Tyen (’Honor and Speed’), whose miniscule numbers were outmatched by elite training of their enhanced skills, the greedy and honorless Brae’Nar (’Love of Wealth’), who cared more for glitter of gold than their brothers’suffering, and the fanatic order of Ori’Neol (’Sons of Orions’), who were a religious sect devoted to earning penance for betraying their creators.
At first, large disputes were seen among the Brae’Nar and Rein’Meara, and a sharp rivalry between Xeas’Tarados and Lea’Tyen, with Ori’Neol’s unethical practices and adoration of the despised Orions disdained by all, including the Watchful Eye, which usually held itself neutral in the matters of tribes. In time, the disputes between the former two led to open vendetta, in which the Rein’Meara called upon the noble Lea’Tyen for aid. Though normally plotting and guiding other tribes against each other, weakening them before consuming them, disfavorable towards open warfare, the Xeas’Tarados could not ignore this, not only pledging to aid the exploitist Brae’Nar, but enlisting the aid of the battle eager Ori’Neol as well, promising their strange faith dominance in the aftermath of war, not trusting them, but both needy and willing to use their assistance in the bloodbath, in turn forcing the hand of their rivals, the Lea’Tyen, as well. As the war progressed, these five great tribes gradually set aside their differences and stood united against each other in two blocks, aided by various minor fractions at times: the Raen’Kala (Xeas’Tarados, Brae’Nar, Ori’Neol) and the Quatros’Shan (Rein’Meara, Lea’Tyen). The conflict continued for many generations, splitting the racial heart into two, with both sides gaining strength today to lose it tomorrow, exploiting the minor tribes as was seen fit.
In the end, it is said that the exhausting stalemate was broken at last by the famous battle of Raik’Thol, the last stand of the mighty Brae’Nar fortress against a hopeless and desperate assault of the Rein’Meara hordes, which saw the extinction of the entire defending clan, and nearly of the victors as well. This was the moment the deceitful Xeas’Tarados betrayed their allegiance to the Raen’Kala, grudgingly forfeiting their feud with Lea’Tyen, and joining the Quatros’Shan, thus paving their way to victory and ultimate end of war. Yet once the alliance, with the aid of the crafty traitors, prevailed, a desolate image was left, with one great tribe being utterly wiped out, and the Ori’Neol, whom stood alone at the end, and whose genocidal and merciless practices earned great wrath of the winners, either grievously punished by murder or exile, or, setting their tribal marks aside, swelling the ranks of the more tolerant Lea’Tyen (seeding the spark of the great warriors’ future zealous pursuits of philosophy) and the turncoats of Xeas’Tarados not only avoiding penance, but seizing all significant power on the long last united Leioch, snatching it away from the weakened hands of true victors, with many small clans still restless and uprising against the new order.
As time passed, however, matters greatly changed in the lands of Feralok. After the colossal battle that changed the foundations of their nation, the Rein’Meara, thought of as muscles of the victorious side, grew more and more apathetic and careless towards the workings of their race, greatly losing their very identity, and over time, along with many lesser tribes, fusing into the new general populace, free of tribal constrictions, signing off their name in the annals of history, never to grasp their clan weapons again. The children of Xeas’Tarados, now rulers by birth alone, separated themselves from the people, becoming as their ancestors, cunning and pragmatic leaders, yet now made nobility and ruling class, masters of politics and plots. The Lea’Tyen also followed the path of seclusion, even if in a different and more profound way. Accepting the remnants of Ori’Neol into the fold, they embraced some of their religious teachings, and slowly turned from a warrior order into a philosophical school, center of enlightenment, study of the possibilities of their minds and development of gifted elite individuals with these capabilities, setting the stage for an era of discovery and knowledge. And the Watchful Eye stood strong, as vigilant as in the olden days. Tribal divisions, seemingly forgotten, slept under the surface of the world, but would still have great influence at the events which would follow this brief oasis of peace in their harsh history, aptly named the Second Rise of Feralok.
Not much time passed before the rule of Xeas’Tarados progeny was recognized as formal, and what was now a Royal Family claimed a pivotal role in leading the society. The Taelon, or Emperor, was by blood the most direct descendant of ancient tribal warlords. Over time, the position, from a relatively ceremonial one, grew to increasing power. The will of the Taelon became the desire of the people. His power was absolute, his word law, his wishes unchallenged. This time saw the spawning of many emperors, some wise and beneficial for their race, more of them selfish and uncaring, the majority cruel and heartless, yet this was the legacy of the Second Rise, and was obeyed unquestioningly. Until the appearance of Taelon Kryetas Maelar, the Horrid.
’To sate your desires, you have to be born a king, or a madman.’
As it was spoken, not only a few emperors were cruel. Many had followed selfish whims and inflicted great pain upon their own race. Many were remembered as horrible, terrifying or dastardly. Yet only the name of Kryetas Maelar the tyrant, would be written by shaky hands with blood in place of ink, only his reign still mentioned in hushed voices, only he was the single being that had plunged an entire planet into a decade of warfare and bloodshed. Only those of the race whose memory is painfully clouded, or those extremely brave merely shudder at the mention of his name. With the aid of elite and support of the royal family, he had so oppressed his Feralok kinsmen that murder, pillaging and destruction were considered trifle matters on Leioch, and slaughter a word of everyday speech. And still the Feralok frightenly speak of glee with which this monster performed the most vile and heinous crimes in the royal torture chambers.
After some years of this tyranny, the blood of even the most passive and peaceful citizen would come to boil by the deranged orgies of pain and cruelty. The ancient spirit of Rein’Meara started to fuel the rebellion not only against the vile Taelon, but his royal cohorts and supporters as well, seeing an end to the Second Rise, and setting the stage for yet another great war, this time for survival. The New Dawn, as the rebels dubbed themselves, would first fight a guerilla warfare against the Old Way (or Noblekin, common name for royalists), which would burst into open war later, but it would not embody the legacy of ancient tribes once more, for what once were the steadfast Lea’Tyen had problems of their own and would keep neutral of the greater conflict this time.
For the fate of Lea’Tyen was very different indeed than that of any other tribes of the War of Five Blades. With the inclusion of remnant Ori’Neol, the clan had made a gradual turn from valuing warrior prowess alone to contemplation and self-awareness, similar to the Feralok of the First Rise, yet acknowledging their specific situation. So in time, they had ceased to exist as a unitary tribe and instead became a philosophical order, bent on discovery and knowledge, study of their unique psychic powers as well as development of practical uses of their enhanced minds in combat by the traditions of the Old Tribe, becoming vessels of wisdom and clarity, and yet dangerous harbingers of destruction, as well. At first, practices of both of what are now known as orders would be studied by all, yet over time, as their prowess grew and grew, a schism appeared in the official dogma, and it was marked by the slow appearance of specialization that would bring much upheaval and disturbance, plaguing the order of what was now the widely acclaimed Feralok faith for decades to come.
Two paths were believed to be open for further exploration, two aspects of mind enhancement many blinded philosophers deemed irreconcilable: what is now known as the Lyean, the Path of Light, and Tyaen, the Road of Darkness, were the common names of these differing schools among the general population. The order weathered out the first disagreements, yet soon, more and more scholars left the neural techniques of both sides, choosing to focus their entire lives to divulge the secrets of one or the other. In time, the Lea’Tyen divided unto two, among whom arguments and disputes were a common sight (the schism in dogma is explained in Social Organization and will not be reviewed here). This in turn lead to the fabled Congress of Naeyen, called to settle the disputes among the orders, yet succeeding only in provoking even greater division, the separation of the Lea’Tyen, the faith itself, and ultimately, an inter-religious war between the two, with the maddened monarch and rebellious masses only aiding in boosting the conflict. This entire dark time of impending war, both between the Old Way and New Dawn, and Lyean and Tyaen would be remembered in Feralok history as the last great strife and the War of Pride.
Centuries past, as Leioch was once again the battleground of mighty armies and bloodful clashes. While the religious war was of lesser influence towards the general carnage, it did not stay behind in cruelty, savagery or hatred, only amplified by the fact that the battle was fought between elite warriors of the former Lea’Tyen. And, though sparked by the appearance of the oppressor, the class struggles did not come to halt after his demise, with the New Dawn opting for a change of the ancient system by revolution rather than reform. Neither side in any of the conflicts was able to seize a permanent, lasting advantage, and the intense strife was slowly driving the entire race into extinction. Also, until the end, the two different wars never crossed paths, as neither the royalists nor the revolutionaries were able to enlist any of the scholars, consumed by their own bloodshed.
'In the spark of war there will be salvation, and in the darkest hour there will be a light.'
The Messiah Prophecy.
It had seemed that the race of Feralok would only stop their insanity once it was too late, once doom came over them all. And things would have gone that way indeed, had it not been for a single man. As the ancient, vicious blood feuds continued to take their toll upon yet another generation of Feralok, one eccentric mystic stumbled upon a pivotal insight. For the end of the last era of conflict marks the rise of Xealin Naeyean. It was this unknown man, this unlikely prophet whom would be destined to be the savior of his entire race. Xealin’s voice was the first to cry out over the fortune of Feralok, his was the first renounce of ancient, never-ending wars between brothers. It was he who had spoken of unity and racial solidarity; it was him who the masses adored, the kings respected, and all of the philosophers looked up to. Strangely though, he was born in such a time that could not carry the entire weight of his vision. Tragically enough, he had lived in an era that would see the end of the ancient Lea’Tyen, as Xealin was the last one who had studied both sides of the mind, and with his untimely demise, prevented to reveal the last known techniques to his followers.
'What truly marks a person are not his words, his deeds nor feelings, it is the choices he had to make and their consequences.’
’Life of Xealin Naeyean’, Moenach Wielom Faeos, Foreword.
Although there were many different factors that led to the ending of the War of Pride, all had begun by his fabled Pilgrimage throughout the burdened planet. Soldiers, generals, ordinary men in their inherently good hearts, as Xealin preached, listened to his words and after centuries of slaughter, there were but a few deaf ears to his reason, and but a few chose to cling to ancient hatreds over turning a new, better leaf in Feralok history. So, when their race was nearly at the brink of extinction, a savior came, and his teachings were not left unheeded. Soon, over time, a great portion of the warring sides were the followers of this unrecorded cult of brotherly peace, and he would play the key role in the eventual end of the War of Pride, the crafting of sacred harmony which stands now, and the beginning of the Third Rise of his race.
Of course, the healing came slowly, and many of those in power had renounced the prophet’s words. Yet, Xealin and his followers were patient, knowing full well that peace and reconciliation among their tortured nation was not a mere dream, but a matter of patience and time. So they played the crucial role in forging the peace generations only dared whisper of. A hard, uneasy, tense peace, but one that would be crafted solid and stand to these days. The complicated, yet righteous and solid structure of the Triumvirate was established as a compromise of all to keep the hatreds at bay, guarding peace and prosperity of their kind. Sadly, establishment of this near-flawless government and introduction of social order was the last act of the patriot, hero and savior, one who had conquered many by reaching out to their hearts, instead of their weapons. Nigh sooner have the dusts of war settled, and a time of peace and learning entrusted to them, had the Prophet been slain by a treacherous plot, grievously before he had managed to reform the orders of faith, reestablishing ancient Lea’Tyen practices of neural study. And only when last ties with their ancestral legacy have been severed, did the beleaguered philosophers come to realize the truth: the original division of techniques only led to weakening themselves; and now, the new methods they established required far too great a concentration to maintain both neural of study, and the old ones died with their mentor, the last true Lea’Tyen, Xealin Naeyean, the liberator, peacemaker and prophet.
'Nothing in the universe is as powerful as an idea whose time has come.'
And as peace settled over the lands, and the war-torn society began rebuilding, their way paved towards prosperity and keen understanding, a new sense of purpose echoed through the minds of the Feralok. To pursue knowledge of the universe and learning all that they can with their superior intellect. So, accepting at last the legacy left behind the long passed uplift of the Orions, a consensus was reached to seek them out and rejoin the Empire once more. But as the Watchful Eye sought out their banished mentors, their hails went unheeded. Somehow, something happened to their wise benefactors and they were no more. Alone in the universe, the Feralok, for the first time in their history, sensed fear. Yet, to the leaders of the nation this had dawned as a new beginning for their race. They reasoned that a twist of fate had brought them the highest, and greatest of all challenges; to find other sentient life in the galaxy, study it, and ultimately master and dominate it, assuming the mantle of Orions and the scepter of rulership as the only ones worthy: their pupils, equals and one day, successors.
A grave weakness, however, is that despite all their efforts, to this day the Feralok society is in state of a relative, tense and shifty peace. Though the governmental structure keeps conflicts at bay, maintaining the current status quo, and many work to incorporate it even more, there are always rebels and extremists of all sides to weed out, as all feel that their share could have been greater, especially former enemies, not yet reconciled with those they hated with such great fervor, but the fear of another devastating civil war is too great for any. This is a time of rebuilding and healing, of creating their racial awareness, a time of turning to themselves and reaching to the inner soul of the race. A history filled with hostilities that left great scars upon their collective consciousness had led them to seclusion and isolation from the other races, so this is why in most conflicts they are neutral and exploit others’ faults for their own gains in the tradition of old Xeas’Tarados. For are they not the eldest of the known races? And does their legacy not command them to prevail united?
Race Attributes – Greater Penalty on Farming.
Greater Penalty on Mining.
Minor Bonus on Trade.
Greater Bonus on Diplomacy.
Minor Bonus on Espionage.
Minor Penalty on Production.
Greater Bonus on Research.
'My people! The time has come once again for us to reach the stars, the universe we have so long been deprived of! Do not fear, my brethren, for it is on this great day that we shall finally receive what is our birthright! As our noble ancestors have, so shall we stand among other sentient life, proud of our accomplishments, proud of our might, proud of being who we are, the noble race of Feralok!
It is on this day that we look upon the skies above not as their servants or prisoners, but their equals! It is now that we shall, united, roam the galaxy as never before and see what we had never seen! Now is the time that we shall return to where we belong!!
Rejoice with me, my brethren, for it is now that we have returned home...'
'To Tame Fate', Taelon Zyelin Relaer, Epilogue.
Appendix #1: Legend of Vengeance
Legends speak of an ancient sect, constituted by the few surviving Ori’Neol, which managed to endure through all hardships and conflicts of their race and exists still even now. Furious for the betrayal and deception that led to their downfall and maddened by grief over the sudden disappearance of their fathers, they even now lurk from the shadows, awaiting their time to strike, seed their vengeance and return the race to its primordial, righteous state.
Some even say that it was them who had murdered the wise prophet, Xealin.
Appendix #2: Legend of Return
Tales speak of a descendant of the unifier, one of Xealin’s disappeared bloodline, whom would come one day, strong willed and stalwart, and bring unity to the psi schools by discovering methods that would restore harmony, ushering the race into a renaissance of prosperity and enlightenment.
Appendix #3: Xealin’s Demise
Many had stood to gain from the death of the prophet. Militarists, extremists whose goals peace would not fulfill of both among the orders of faith, the royalists and the populists did not desire end of conflict, but complete and utter annihilation of their enemies and fulfillment of all their goals. Though many investigations were led, to this day on it is still unknown who truly slaughtered the beloved messiah.
Of course, wild tales even go so far as to speak of his death as revenge of the extinct Ori’Neol, but these are merely children’s fables.