The Color Of Anger
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Planet: Ares, somewhere in the northern wastes...
Here stands the last temple to the Cult Of Wedu, once the most accomplished and revered order of warrior monks. For centuries the cadences and practices of Wedu bound together the shared experience of fighters from far across the Known Worlds. Their principle tenet elevated the fundamental kinship of warriors from all worlds, all battlefields and all times above any other concern. As war spread its somber shadows from one planet to the next, ripping the hearts from many civilisations and bringing destruction and loss to every population, the warriors of Wedu took strength from the commonality of their purpose. While humanity might struggle in vain to overcome the darkest aspects of its nature, the fearless resolve to survive would always find greatest expression in the quest for that ultimate aspiration of any warrior - victory.
It was said, long ago when there were those to remember such things, that the unsurpassably skilled gladiator and lord of the arenas, Xaero, was himself a follower of Wedu. Indeed, he may be the very last of their kind for he wears the orange colors adopted by those forgotten fighters when circumstances dictated an abstinance from any uniform. So too does he speak in the manner of one whose understanding has been shaped by the philosophy of Wedu. But the alinguistic emblems employed by the Wedu to display their status to only others like themselves are absent from his garb; perhaps that is his own acknowledgement of the solitude of his status. And yet perhaps not.
Nevertheless, the Cult of Wedu has passed forever into history. How this came to be is still debated by scholars of the Known Worlds. As the stars passed into a stellar alignment commonly called the Eyes Of Angels, new stargate tracts opened across a multitude of planets, increasing the traffic of human culture a thousand fold. Around that time, the Azuryan people struck out from their homeworld of Isis and began to forge what would become their vast and powerful empire known as the Sothic Unity. And many of the greatest warriror clans whose numbers comprised the Cult Of Wedu vanished in sudden and sinister ways.
As the temples of the once proud cult were conquered or left to crumble, only the most remote retained their solemnity and purpose. The structure hidden amongst the peaks of Ares had played host to lessons in the rawest emotion of combat; the fuel, the power and the danger of a warrior's anger. Once its location was forgotten to all humanity, the Vadrigar drifted down from their astral realm and claimed it as their own.
Now counted amongst the innumerable destinations of the Arena Eternal, its halls and chambers once more echo with the sound of combat. And the ancient bell that had ages before marked the progress of the warriors of Wedu still chimes out from deep within its stony soul.