Post by cato on Oct 11, 2010 14:29:20 GMT -5
My father was General Marcus Aquila Shatar. His name meant War Eagle and it suited him. His father and his father before were all great Generals of the Jovian Empire. They’ve all earned their legacy and died in battle like a true Jovian. My father attempted the impossible in these vicious lands of the Land Between. He attempted to convert the creatures here. He actually was successful. I have to believe they saw truth and cause worth fighting for to bare the mark of Jupiter. Thrawn, a failure and coward, chose to huddle and remain safe in his castle while my father and his legion took Mittelmarch. If only the emperor would have backed him we probably would still hold domain over Jove. Now we fight and train deep in the forests of this world. Lost and forgotten we are for now. Karth has taken up leadership. The remaining legions hold much respect for the man. He did conquer the beasts that lived in this keep. His rage and hate left no prisoners or converts. Not sure of the cause, but there’s a rage within the man, something deeper than losing the city. For now I serve as the obedient soldier, but like my father I will carve out my Legacy in due time.