Where Anyone is Possible
(If this seems a bit forced, it's meant as an informational reference, not necessarily as a stand alone blog)
My name is Maximilian Blackborne, I am the third to carry that name.
I am quite sure that I have in some ways disgraced it in many ways.
I am not my father.
That said, I have put this off long enough.
The situation as it stands:
We're a shadow of what we once were, refugees on a foreign world, a rabble when we were once a force of nature... a mob when we once were an army. We stand 3000 strong and growing, gathering other refugees of the past war, biding our time. But that is not enough... though... I digress.
Our homeworld is naught but empty halls, ghosts and whispers, wind and ash... not a home anymore, just a lesson.
Our Elders are victims of their hubris... their arrogance... their pride. They paid the price with their lives. Made the sacrifice to ensure we ragged few would live to fight another day... to ensure that the Blackborne name would not pass into the night like so many others.
We have a lot to pay back.
I'd like to think we've made a start... found a new home, secured it's shores, staked out claim on this new world... made our name known once again.
We take refuge in secrecy. A foe that does not exist may not be struck down... it dwells in obscurity, strikes from the twin fogs of misdirection and confusion. For this reason the exact location of our island home will remain a mystery... it's coordinates a closely guarded secret, a select few trusted with the information. We've taken hold of a few launch pads in Consequence, using them to move troops and supplies between the city and our island home. Flights launch and land at regular intervals.
Our remaining culture remains in memory... our living situation currently ill affording teaching. The behavior of some of our younger members is a representation of this paradigm shift, survival taking point forward of learning. We're more vicious for it.
Maybe the old ways needed to die.
I find my mind wandering... so I will simply end this missive, nail it to a wall... or maybe one of the younger pups foreheads.
Maximilian Blackborne III