"I am of the House of Tartarus. I am the house of Tartarus. For eons, my lineage has watched the stars, and passed knowledge that most mortal ancestries cannot comprehend. Even among the Naur, my line is ancient and timeless," speaks Septemus, after a small pause he continues looking into the eyes of who would hear his message, "Can you imagine the weight, the burden even, of cataloging and remembering everything with the passing of the stars; while others, even those of my own kind, go joyfully into the tomorrow, unchaffed with the knowledge of yesteryears. Human, dwarfs, even the 'long lived' elves, forget what passes in time immemorial, but not the Naur, and not House Tartarus," Septemus gets off his seat, to stand before you, his towering figure rising up to meet the ceiling, "No. House Tartarus does not forget, we do not permit it," Septemus's voice grows with energy matched only by the spirit of the thumping of his own heart, "But it was stolen from us. The ancient rite. The sacred knowledge. It was taken, with out permission, with out remorse. The gap has sapped most of your kind and those around you of the knowledge of your past, and that of your kin and clans. But House Tartarus always vigilant, prepared for any library to burn, for our mighty labyrinths to crumble. For even though gap has brought us low, stolen from us. Stolen our heritage and birthright. Our minds, yes our spirit remains. And you cannot so easily separate a Naur's spirit and his past. While others could not remember their own parents names," Septemus stops, looks all around the room, gazing into the souls of all the patrons, "House Tartarus, remembers their lineage, House Tartarus can recall the millenniums of generations that have lead the Naur."
Septemus, pulls out from his pocket a single small saphire. Everyone's eyes grow with large with wonder, for while a only a handful of these precious data crystals have been recovered to date, all know they contain information, records, history of the pact worlds before the gap.
Gently laying the crystal on the holo-projector, Septemus speaks with a soft tone, that you would almost mistake for a whisper, "Behold the line of Tartarus," and suddenly thousands, maybe tens-of-thousands of names, race across the room, each carrying the insignia of the House of Tartarus. There is no con, the words of Septemus have been proven true, no lineage to date in any know histories has gone this far back, nor dared to dream of it.
"You ask, Why?" Septemus says with a low whisper, "because I Septemus house of Tartarus, must recover what was stolen, and record what has yet to be."