Family History

Mr. Warsheep

Lived in Era 19 and got 0 heir(s) .
My name is Warsheep. I am, or was a general of the land of Pranjalo. My real name is Athroo Laye. I was a high-ranking general, fighting in many battles against the rival nation of Layalee. My title, Warsheep, was recieved in a battle in which i defeated a numerically superior foe with a clever tactic: i snuck sheep armed with explosives into the enemy camp, seeing as they would not suspect anything for sheep, and blew up their camp.
In Pranjalo year 342, the nation was losing the war. Day after Day Layalee forces captured our forts, day after day our forces were slaughtered. Fearing the nation was doomed, the king sent me and a platoon of troops to the land of Zetamania to seek help.
When we first entered the borders of the land, we found nobody who would assist us. Only bands of savage orcs and monstrous trolls. Brave warriors in our party died in skirmishes with these "peoples".
On the 23rd day since we entered Zetamania, our supplys were running low. And worse, a raiding party of orcs were closing in on us. All seemed lost, we were doomed to die in this harsh land.
Then, just as the orcs were to attack, we heard a sound, like a battlecry: "Fooooooorrrrrr Lecalvier!!!!". Then, we saw a large army of dwarves charging towards the orcs, in only a quarter of an hour the orcs were slaughtered.
The dwarves then walked up to us and asked who we were. I told them my story, of how I needed assistance to combat the Layalee. The dwarves, interested in our story, took us to their leader, who resided in the fortress of Resolute, a city built near a mountain range and a dense forest. We talked to the leader, and after days of negotiating, he agreed to help us, but first, we had to help them. Enemy tribes were taking up footholds in Zetamania, and the dwarf leader told us to assist in the defense of the dwarven lands.
So here we are today, assisting the dwarves fight off their foes, so that they can assist us in our fight to save our homeland.