Concord dawn was young, the farm fields green, No stain yet on the land was seen, no words were laid on stream or stone. When Aram woke and walked alone. she named the nameless hills and dells; she drank from yet untasted wells; she stooped and looked in fields far and near, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of her head.
The world was fair, the wheat stocks tall, In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty alors far west, brave warrior kings they were all.
who now beyond the Western skies have passed away: The world was fair in Aram's Day.
A alor she was, on carven throne, In many-pillared halls of stone.
With golden rule and silver blade, And runes of bounty upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon, In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night, There shone for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote, There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt; The delver mined, the mason built.
There war droids, beskar, and warships pale, And armor wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Aram's folk; along the fields music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang, And at the gates the horns rang.
The world is grey, the farm fields old, her forge's fire went ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Aram's halls;
The shadow lies upon her tomb, In insomia, in wasuur-yaim.
But still the sunken stars appear, In dark and windless rusur-be-beskar;
There lies her crown in water deep, Till Aram wakes again from sleep.
- Song of the first Tepmuart
This simple song is commonly performed during harvest day along the planets intact southern hemisphere by tepmuart farmers, seemingly paying homage to a smith and explorer that accompanied the mandalorians when they first settled the planet for farming, many of the concordian farmers who are aligned with my house believe are part of the larger mythos of the original founding of concord dawn, of course we have no way of knowing for sure other than folk tales, I have dedicated a large portion of my idle time to researching these myths, so you, my dear brothers and sisters in arms that resides upon mandalore proper, and well, those that are new to our people, can know and understand us, well, at least slightly better.
Many fairly assume there is little to no difference between a Concorian mandalorian and well... a native mandalorian, and at first glance, you may believe this inaccuracy, but what if I told you there was indeed a difference, and a large one at that, what if I told you that not ALL concordians become mandalorians, well, mandalorians that you are to encounter in your wanderings in following the path of mandalore.. after all, we may be a martial society, but we must have our craftsmen, our miners, our farmers, and merchants, I proudly count myself as one of the later. Yes you read this right friend, a people who thrive on war, in combat, have domestic needs, even if we're mostly all fighters.
A lot of these individuals like to gather in on concord dawn, as well as the old, or couples wishing to settle, yet still contribute to our society, such as applying the trades I mentioned above, making concord dawn.. relatively peaceful for a planet in mandalorian space. Don't misjudge this peace for weakness, we aren't like those pathetic wastes of skin new mandalorians, in fact, many of the finest combatants in our society proudly hailed from concord dawn, such as the legendary jango fett, and even some legends claiming that the ancient manda'alor jaster mereel, and his commandos, founded the super commando codex there, of course little record exists of this jaster mereel, but the commando tradition well, its story, has become quite a source of pride amongst us, sort of like the tales of legendary kings and magical vibroblades that more primitive civilisations have, but for us, it is the story of a almost mythological leader and a moral code, and has ingrained itself into some of the mandalorians that our blasted half of a planet produces, we call these individuals commandos, and the truly elite of us, we call super commandos, I proudly count myself amongst their number, even if have devoted myself to smithing for my allies.
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