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Sorry gang. This one is long. Yesterday and today were rough.
I hope my writing quality hasn't degraded too much. Work has been something crazy the past 48 and will be for the forseeable future. I may have to alter my schedule.
That being said I should still be able to post and run.
The dream job, it is worth the work and struggle.
I was hoping the comissions would be done by now, but they are a bit behind. That's okay though.
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"What is your home like?" The voice of your-<span class="mu-s"> son </span> - asks. So you tell him.
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~The story of the Eleventh's Reconquista during the great crusade can be traced to a single moment. The fateful moment that The Primarch of the Eleventh Legion told the Legion Master of his own home. Kolinaisi, the most dutiful recorder and chronicler of all his brothers, had not recorded the discussion however a nearby remembrancer of the emperor had. The discussion moved the Legion Master so thoroughly that it grabbed the attention of the emperor himself. When the emperor heard, what the planet of De'lormosa was, few could argue the serendipty of the event. For the eleventh legion, whom had come from various wastelands and the terrawatt clans, hearing that their primarch's home was what their home resembled on ancient terra- it had an immediate effect. The Eleventh had many names, but their speed to action would never be questioned during the crusade. The Emperor's own remit and will behind them, the eleventh became such a legion that during this time brief shining moment they were the most feared of the emperors legions. With the Emperors own words guiding them in this mission, our legion has always sought the path to make each world conquered a better place for all mankind ~
Eleventh Legion Head Archivist, Chapter Master of the Mentors- Ravi wakateleho Wahthiri.
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"My home?" The Primarch's voice audibly changed to such a degree the Emperor began listening in.
"My home. I wish I was smart enough to have the words to describe it's beauty. Maybe the old man back home would be better at it. Just thinking about it makes me a bit homesick. But it's more than that. It's my family. My father and mother. My friends. The beach and the black sands. The palm trees in the breeze. The blue skies and the beautiful waters. The waves which I rode on."
"You rode on waves?"
"Yeah. I surf every chance I get. Sure there are risks. The weather is wild. There are hurricane storms which, I am glad we have stone homes now. There are great beasts and monsters that cause terror. But it's all worth it. The world that I call home, we fight for it. We make it a better place with our actions. Less than a year ago mountains of wrecked space ships and space junk littered the horizon. With the help of my friend and mentor Doctor Martian Thompson Longorion, or whatever he is callin hiself,"
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