Not Trazu's history specificially, but rather the history of the clan he is in as told by his father, Rissonik. Enjoy.
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Many details of our Clan's history has been lost to time, but what I am about to reveal is true despite how farfetched it may seem.
Many generations ago, when our people were still rather primitive in their ways, there was a beast that terrorised our early cities. It was dubbed K'Satizitus or 'Blood Beast', due to the sheer amount of blood it spilt with it's kills. What exactly it was no one knew, for it moved so quickly it was but a blur to everyone and killed all those that tried to stop it. Many warriors tried to stop it...all failed...and for perhaps the first and only time in our peoples history we lived in fear.
But one day a young male, sadly his name has been lost to time, claimed he had a vision that he would slay the K'Satizitus. Many laughed at him and called him a fool. Undaunted the youth set out alone on his quest to kill the beast. What happened next is revealed in the few scraps of his journal we have been able to recover:
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It moves like a shadow, for despite how frequently it has attacked so little trace of it's presence is left behind other then the rotting corpses of it's victims. It is very frustrating, for I have searched for over a month now for this beast and my supplies have run out. I should return to civilization to restock, but I had made a vow to not to return until my task is complete. So hungry and thirsty I shall be, as the beast is for the blood of my people. Only victory or my death will sate it.
I have found the beast at last, holed up in a cave far to the south of the nearest city. For the first time I feel doubt in my mind, for I had eaten little since my supplies ran out two weeks ago: I may be too weak now to fight this thing. I have no choice, I have come this far: I must complete the task I have set myself to, or die trying.
I...did...it...
The beast is dead, but the shock of what I have learned will linger in my mind for days to come. It was no beast...it was a fellow Trandoshan, though one that was either devolved or was the result of too much inbreeding. He was capable of speaking, but did not say much before attacking me.
It took all my skill, training, and more to survive that fight: he had moved with such ease and grace despite his bulk, that I couldn't help but admire him! He lays at my feet dead now, but his last words before breathing his last bothers me: 'it will continue'. What he meant by this...I do not know.
But now I am weaker then I was before: the fight had taken a great toll on my body and my hunger remains. I need to eat so my body has the energy to regenerate...and there is only one source of food immediately available...
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We knew something had happened when the killings stopped, but did not know what until the youth returned, the 'beasts' head in tow. No one doubted his claim now and he was touted as a hero and many females offered themselves to be his clutch mother. At his request, the head of the beast was cleaned of it's flesh and mounted: hangs still on the wall of our Temple. Soon after, inspired by the beasts fighting tactics, he started his own Clan, our Clan: The K'Satikur. Those that joined the Clan were taught how to access their 'inner beast' in a battle, learning how to shrug off pain and use their bodies to their fullest potential. Many became adapt at this, but none could surpass the master, even has he grew old and frail. It wasn't until his own son, Desik, challenged him for leadership of the Clan did he finally fall. As many male Trandoshans did with their father, Desik consumed his father's flesh. Like his father before him, Desik could not be bested in the art of the K'Satikur. But it was during his reign has head of the Clan that the reason for his unsurpassed abilities was discovered.
It started with dreams, dreams of death and blood teased and tormented the young clan leader. The spirit of the K'Satizitus sometimes came to him in these dreams, repeating his last words he said to his father: 'It will continue'. The meaning was as lost on Desik as it was on his father. Not long after the dreams started, mysterious deaths started happening at night within both the Clan Temple and the near by cities and each of those following mornings the killings happened Desik found himself awakening more exhausted then he was then when he went to bed. He started to suspect it had something to do with his dreams and commanded two guards to stand by his room that night, with orders to not let him out until morning. The following morning he found the guards dead at his door and he knew it had to be him doing this, while being controlled by the spirit of the K'Satizitus: he was cursed.
He had two options he realized: try to find a way to rid himself of this curse, or learn how to control it. He opted for the latter and spent many days and nights in deep meditation, shackled to the floor of his room. Through sheer will and determination he gained full control of the curse: now he could call upon it's powers when he wanted. As power hungry as any Trandoshan, he sought to use this curse to better his Clan's status in society. He declared war on many rival warrior guilds and succeeded in wiping out many of them, sometimes single handedly. These wars did not stop at his death at the hands of his own son, who in turned learned how to control the curse passed on to him. Over the years, the K'Satikur Clan became a Clan others both hated...and feared. No other Clan would dare cross them, for it would have meant their destruction.
It was only in recent generations that the leadership of the Clan sought to end the curse. My father, Chikonis, figured out that the curse is passed on to the surviving son of the current leaders clutch. So in an attempt to stop the curse, he bred with two females, resulting in myself and my half brother Tnossok. It seemed to work, for neither Tnossok nor myself inherited the curse, but as you now know Trazu, my son, this is not the case.
As Desik and his descendants did you can control it: you have already learned the first steps in doing so. I have faith in you that you can learn to control it completely...and this time, perhaps it can be used for good.
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Many details of our Clan's history has been lost to time, but what I am about to reveal is true despite how farfetched it may seem.
Many generations ago, when our people were still rather primitive in their ways, there was a beast that terrorised our early cities. It was dubbed K'Satizitus or 'Blood Beast', due to the sheer amount of blood it spilt with it's kills. What exactly it was no one knew, for it moved so quickly it was but a blur to everyone and killed all those that tried to stop it. Many warriors tried to stop it...all failed...and for perhaps the first and only time in our peoples history we lived in fear.
But one day a young male, sadly his name has been lost to time, claimed he had a vision that he would slay the K'Satizitus. Many laughed at him and called him a fool. Undaunted the youth set out alone on his quest to kill the beast. What happened next is revealed in the few scraps of his journal we have been able to recover:
~~~
It moves like a shadow, for despite how frequently it has attacked so little trace of it's presence is left behind other then the rotting corpses of it's victims. It is very frustrating, for I have searched for over a month now for this beast and my supplies have run out. I should return to civilization to restock, but I had made a vow to not to return until my task is complete. So hungry and thirsty I shall be, as the beast is for the blood of my people. Only victory or my death will sate it.
I have found the beast at last, holed up in a cave far to the south of the nearest city. For the first time I feel doubt in my mind, for I had eaten little since my supplies ran out two weeks ago: I may be too weak now to fight this thing. I have no choice, I have come this far: I must complete the task I have set myself to, or die trying.
I...did...it...
The beast is dead, but the shock of what I have learned will linger in my mind for days to come. It was no beast...it was a fellow Trandoshan, though one that was either devolved or was the result of too much inbreeding. He was capable of speaking, but did not say much before attacking me.
It took all my skill, training, and more to survive that fight: he had moved with such ease and grace despite his bulk, that I couldn't help but admire him! He lays at my feet dead now, but his last words before breathing his last bothers me: 'it will continue'. What he meant by this...I do not know.
But now I am weaker then I was before: the fight had taken a great toll on my body and my hunger remains. I need to eat so my body has the energy to regenerate...and there is only one source of food immediately available...
~~~
We knew something had happened when the killings stopped, but did not know what until the youth returned, the 'beasts' head in tow. No one doubted his claim now and he was touted as a hero and many females offered themselves to be his clutch mother. At his request, the head of the beast was cleaned of it's flesh and mounted: hangs still on the wall of our Temple. Soon after, inspired by the beasts fighting tactics, he started his own Clan, our Clan: The K'Satikur. Those that joined the Clan were taught how to access their 'inner beast' in a battle, learning how to shrug off pain and use their bodies to their fullest potential. Many became adapt at this, but none could surpass the master, even has he grew old and frail. It wasn't until his own son, Desik, challenged him for leadership of the Clan did he finally fall. As many male Trandoshans did with their father, Desik consumed his father's flesh. Like his father before him, Desik could not be bested in the art of the K'Satikur. But it was during his reign has head of the Clan that the reason for his unsurpassed abilities was discovered.
It started with dreams, dreams of death and blood teased and tormented the young clan leader. The spirit of the K'Satizitus sometimes came to him in these dreams, repeating his last words he said to his father: 'It will continue'. The meaning was as lost on Desik as it was on his father. Not long after the dreams started, mysterious deaths started happening at night within both the Clan Temple and the near by cities and each of those following mornings the killings happened Desik found himself awakening more exhausted then he was then when he went to bed. He started to suspect it had something to do with his dreams and commanded two guards to stand by his room that night, with orders to not let him out until morning. The following morning he found the guards dead at his door and he knew it had to be him doing this, while being controlled by the spirit of the K'Satizitus: he was cursed.
He had two options he realized: try to find a way to rid himself of this curse, or learn how to control it. He opted for the latter and spent many days and nights in deep meditation, shackled to the floor of his room. Through sheer will and determination he gained full control of the curse: now he could call upon it's powers when he wanted. As power hungry as any Trandoshan, he sought to use this curse to better his Clan's status in society. He declared war on many rival warrior guilds and succeeded in wiping out many of them, sometimes single handedly. These wars did not stop at his death at the hands of his own son, who in turned learned how to control the curse passed on to him. Over the years, the K'Satikur Clan became a Clan others both hated...and feared. No other Clan would dare cross them, for it would have meant their destruction.
It was only in recent generations that the leadership of the Clan sought to end the curse. My father, Chikonis, figured out that the curse is passed on to the surviving son of the current leaders clutch. So in an attempt to stop the curse, he bred with two females, resulting in myself and my half brother Tnossok. It seemed to work, for neither Tnossok nor myself inherited the curse, but as you now know Trazu, my son, this is not the case.
As Desik and his descendants did you can control it: you have already learned the first steps in doing so. I have faith in you that you can learn to control it completely...and this time, perhaps it can be used for good.
