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Greatest Crafter of the Toltec Empire


A skilled craftsman from the Toltec Empire With a love for carving Atlantes that is profound is who I am The skills and talent I obtain has brought honor to my name Not a chichimeca but rather a craftsman of the highest level is who I am Carving under the hot blazing sun may bring fatigue and dismay However my love for carving Atlantes is always present in the day With a hammer and nail that always seem to be pounding The limestone and volcanic rock always seem to be grinding I will always love my Atlantes statues that I have made and will make For they represent a symbol of my perseverance and culture the Toltec You could always find my craft in the city of Tula where I spend my days carving and night in the Kahlua
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Rodrigo14
The pride of the arts that my ancestors has created before me.

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