Oh crud they are near,
The evil beasts are now here,
Run or you will die.

We did try to fight,
But many did lose their lives,
We cannot hold them.

Perhaps we could win,
But our chances are quite slim,
In truth we will lose

I am the last one,
I hope whoever reads this
Will stay away and run.

Manually added by Master Dacien Victae

The Artifact is a chipped Holocron, purple and black and at the touch of a Force-sensitive, it's colour changes and shimmers upon the surface of the object. It is cuboid in shape with etchings curling across it#s body that never seems to end. Following it with an untrained eye could possibly cause one to go mad due to the ever-shifting colours and patterns. When opened its edges slide around one another like some twisted Rubix cube and when fully open it displays an emitter inside with engravings similar to those on the outside of the Holocron but in finer details.

Rhymed Poem

Within this box secrets I do keep,
Open if you dare for I may cause you to Weep,
I am not fit for any sane mind,
For those of good heart and those that are kind.

Do I hold the future or perhaps the past?
Perhaps of great treasures or truths that will always last.
Do you dare to open and see whats within,
To test your very soul and darken it with sin.

Perhaps I hold nothing at all,
A falsehood to keep you on the ball.
Perhaps I am everything that you have ever sought,
The reason for every battle you have fought.

Or perhaps I am death come for you at last,
Here to take your soul after all my collection is vast.
Perhaps I am everything you hope to be,
Why don't you open me and see?