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Manda'yaim - Joruur bal Partaylir (Gather and Remember) - Late Evening
Joruur bal Partaylir - Mandalorian day of mourning for the dead during the war against the Galactic Alliance.
Joruur bal Partaylir - Mandalorian day of mourning for the dead during the war against the Galactic Alliance.
The plains stretched for miles as ship after ship landed, pressing down on the beauty that made up the land around Keldabe. Men, women, and children all walked from their homes in the beautiful city, enemies, friends, it made no difference here on this day. This day was the day to remember the dead. The day to delve into the bittersweet memories that you had of those who had passed. Over ten years. Over ten long years of infighting, destruction, murder after murder of brothers and sisters. The blame was passed from one man to the next, but the dead don't see this. The dead are silent.
Members from so many Clans arrived, all gathering about and paying their respects. At the middle of their tumult? The massive forge, composed as a symbol in time for so many people. It carried all the had made the Mandalorians great. Honor, glory, pride. Every groove and plate was perfect. The artists who had made it had poured their souls into it's building. Now it was here for all to see.
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Elias walked slowly through the fields, getting closer to the already massive gathered group. His armor was clean, a fresh coat of paint across it caused it's black shine to almost glow in the shadows. Torches burned as he continued forward, reminding him of the men and women who had died. They were marching far away. Marching in a place where the sunrise was swift, and the winds cool. Faces swooped by his eyes, phantoms form the past. They showed no fear, just as he remembered them. One thing he thanked his memories for was he found it difficult to recall the flaws. He didn't want to know what the dead had done wrong. He wanted to know why they had done right.
The reasons?
Glory, honor, pride. These words were taken far to lightly in the dark days that surrounded the Clans. Men and women alike had forged lies around them, and done cruel things. He would not condone their actions. Did that mean that there was no hope?
No.
People had come hadn't they? The Protector knew in his heart, that if there was no hope, the fields around them would be charred. The city across the plains would be empty. The forge would be destroyed.
As long as a true Mandalorian lived, there would always be hope.
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