Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation.

When Turin turned fifteen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war, and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the feilds of Beleg's specialty, and 

Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation. Many of his masters at the temple despaired of someone of his potential held back by his own self.

When Turin turned eighteen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war, and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the feilds of Beleg's specialties, and their personalities matched well; Beleg had a talent at relating the lessons to Turin in a way that left them 

Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation. Many of his masters at the temple despaired of someone of his potential held back by his own self.

When Turin turned eighteen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war, and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the feilds of Beleg's specialties, and their personalities matched well; Beleg had a talent at relating the lessons to Turin in a way that left them completely sensible, and Turin in turn learned eagerly all of what Beleg could show.

Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation. Many of his masters at the temple despaired of someone of his potential held back by his own self.

When Turin turned seventeen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war, and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the feilds of Beleg's specialties, and their personalities matched well; Beleg had a talent at relating the lessons to Turin in a way that left them completely sensible, and Turin in turn learned eagerly all of what Beleg could show.

Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation. Many of his masters at the temple despaired of someone of his potential held back by his own self.

When Turin turned seventeen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the fields of Beleg's specialties, and their personalities matched well; Beleg had a talent at relating the lessons to Turin in a way that left them completely sensible, and Turin, in turn, learned eagerly all of what Beleg could show.

Turin spent seven years apprenticed under Beleg, and after a few weeks spent learning on low stakes missions Beleg brought his chapter with him to the border systems, where tensions fluttered on the brink of open war. Here Turin tempered his mastery lightsaber dueling with live fire experience and learned more practical field skills for undercover work. Under Beleg’s tutelage, he learned to shoot as well as a professional marksman with nearly every sort of blaster in circulation, fly ships of all varieties, and to slip unseen between patrols and blockades to leave his foes none the wiser. Turin grew into the fullness of his height and stature and began to gain for himself something of a reputation of his own for those on the border systems. They called him the Dragon of Echoes, and those among the empire who faced him reckoned him a great Jedi Knight, or even a master. 

Now the Galaxy is once more on the brink of war. Imperial Fleets once more Patrol the border systems in force, and the Sith that follow behind are an increasingly common sight. Beleg, fearing the tensions to come, has sent Turin Thalion to Tython to complete his trials of Knighthood. Still embroiled in the

Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation. Many of his masters at the temple despaired of someone of his potential held back by his own self.

When Turin turned seventeen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the fields of Beleg's specialties, and their personalities matched well; Beleg had a talent at relating the lessons to Turin in a way that left them completely sensible, and Turin, in turn, learned eagerly all of what Beleg could show.

Turin spent seven years apprenticed under Beleg, and after a few weeks spent learning on low stakes missions Beleg brought his chapter with him to the border systems, where tensions fluttered on the brink of open war. Here Turin tempered his mastery lightsaber dueling with live fire experience and learned more practical field skills for undercover work. Under Beleg’s tutelage, he learned to shoot as well as a professional marksman with nearly every sort of blaster in circulation, fly ships of all varieties, and to slip unseen between patrols and blockades to leave his foes none the wiser. Turin grew into the fullness of his height and stature and began to gain for himself something of a reputation of his own for those on the border systems. They called him the Dragon of Echoes, and those among the empire who faced him reckoned him a great Jedi Knight, or even a master. 

Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation. Many of his masters at the temple despaired of someone of his potential held back by his own self.

When Turin turned seventeen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the fields of Beleg's specialties, and their personalities matched well; Beleg had a talent at relating the lessons to Turin in a way that left them completely sensible, and Turin, in turn, learned eagerly all of what Beleg could show.

Turin spent seven years apprenticed under Beleg, and after a few weeks spent learning on low stakes missions Beleg brought his chapter with him to the border systems, where tensions fluttered on the brink of open war. Here Turin tempered his mastery lightsaber dueling with live fire experience and learned more practical field skills for undercover work. Under Beleg’s tutelage, he learned to shoot as well as a professional marksman with nearly every sort of blaster in circulation, fly ships of all varieties, and to slip unseen between patrols and blockades to leave his foes none the wiser. Turin grew into the fullness of his height and stature and began to gain for himself something of a reputation of his own for those on the border systems. They called him the Dragon of Echoes, and those among the empire who faced him reckoned him a great Jedi Knight.

Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation. Many of his masters at the temple despaired of someone of his potential held back by his own self.

When Turin turned seventeen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the fields of Beleg's specialties, and their personalities matched well; Beleg had a talent at relating the lessons to Turin in a way that left them completely sensible, and Turin, in turn, learned eagerly all of what Beleg could show.

Turin spent seven years apprenticed under Beleg, and after a few weeks spent learning on low stakes missions Beleg brought his charge with him to the border systems, where tensions fluttered on the brink of open war. Here Turin tempered his mastery lightsaber dueling with live fire experience and learned more practical field skills for undercover work. Under Beleg’s tutelage, he learned to shoot as well as a professional marksman with nearly every sort of blaster in circulation, fly ships of all varieties, and to slip unseen between patrols and blockades to leave his foes none the wiser. Turin grew into the fullness of his height and stature and began to gain for himself something of a reputation of his own for those on the border systems. They called him the Dragon of Echoes, and those among the empire who faced him reckoned him a great Jedi Knight.