"Their armor tattered, weapons worn. Their muscles aching, clothing torn
They turned to home, their work complete. The long road welcomed by weary feet.
With spirits high they would rebuild, through summers scorched and winters chilled,
Their foes were vanquished, their peace secured. Their clans united, their chiefs matured.
And if again invaders tread, on fields of battle they’d come to dread
One people stronger than words describe. One nation tall. One Brutor Tribe."
~ Partial inscription, Waystone, Innian Plateau, Kulheim
For my Tribe,
Growing up on Ainaille; in a Tribal enclave on a Federal planet, I never dreamed that I’d meet the people of my tribe. Not properly that is. Our clans adhered to the Brutor ways of course; as best we could. But for every tradition we relearned and protected, Federal influence seeped in and tempted our brother and sisters with its ease and accessibility. Protecting who we were was ever a challenge; one my father struggled with more than any other. Still, I learned our songs. I learned out dances. I learned our stories and histories. And more than anything I learned how we were moving forward. At home, we focused on our future.
Of course, it would be our very traditions that would see me expand beyond these limited interactions with my tribe. When a shaman made their yearly visit to perform voluvals for our youth, my life was upended. My move to join Republic Fleet came soon after.
In the fleet I met a different kind of Brutor. Here more bitter. More vengeful. Many had experienced loss. Most has joined up to fight the Amarrians. To them I was foreign. Tainted by Gallentean culture. And in many ways they were right. Many things I took for granted I never even realized were foreign. It took time to reconcile that with myself. To walk the path between the people I’d known, and those I now lived amongst. These Brutor lived in the present. The war. The Amarr. They were defined by their defiance to false masters.
My time in the Fleet was well spent. But I’ve since left and enjoyed the freedom of independent capsuleerdom. In it, perhaps my most insightful adventures have been to the excavations of Kulheim. Here I’ve come to know but a small fraction of the Brutor of the past. Ancestors long forgotten, but for the traces they left for us to find. On Kulheim we’ve found stories lost. Traditions forgotten. Here the Brutor of the past are respected and understood.
And now, as a child of the tribe. As one who never thought I’d truly know my people. To be among those chosen to represent them ranks as the greatest honor I’ve yet been granted. Our people are diverse and our priorities varied. Our clans scattered across a thousand systems, yet united in blood.
To those unaware, Electus Matari has been sponsored by the Brutor to represent them in the Alliance Tournament, myself along with them. The fights ahead will be difficult. Our opponents are skilled and very capable. Against them I will try to maintain the stoicism known amongst our people. Our tribe has shaped me. Made me who I am. I will look to embody all that I’ve been taught. In their name, I hope to honour our tribe and help our team to victory.
Glory to the Brutor!!