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Mr. Jondrus


Lived in Era 34 and got 1 heir(s) (Sir Jondrus II).

Sir Jondrus, son of Bettle, was thrown to this planet from a distant galaxy. He fell to earth in a globe created to protect during his travel. His story began shortly before being exiled from Trollania to float through the universe for eternity. Long ago in a city of blood and chaos, known only as "The Black City", a young troll was to become king. Jondrus was not only Bettle's son, but was the general of his most powerful army name the Black Fists. They were nothing more than savages trained to kill anything that moved. During a battle with Ekcnon, a neighboring harbor town, Jondrus witnessed a brutal reality. Women and children murdered in the streets and hung from trees declaring victory. Jondrus finally felt the pain of a thousand souls. For the first time in his life, Jondrus shed a tear. After returning from the plunder, Jondrus approached King Bettle with a proposition. He pleaded with the king for peace, but the king only thirsted for blood and control. Jondrus was the best fighter and leader which many would follow. Bettle recognized this threat and came up with a solution. He would send Jondrus on a secret mission. Jondrus was told that a near by planet possesed a rare crystal that would replace the engery source used for years on his planet. Bettle assured Jondrus this would bring peace to the world. Jondrus agreed and was launched into space inside a globe made especially for this type of travel. What Jondrus didn't know was that his father and king lied to him. He was now destined to die in space. However, fate would lead him to a far off planet and where Jondrus would search for the crystals to bring peace Trollania.

Mr. Sir Jondrus II


Lived in Era 34 and got 1 heir(s) (Jondrus).

Blood Runs thick in the Jondrus Family. So much blood that Sir Jondrus II was nothing like his father. He thirsted for blood and gore even more than King Bettle. He slaughtered women and children. He was his father's inverse. The peace loving young troll grew up to become a cannabalistic maniac. He would take on armies of hundreds of men only to see them all die before his feet. Jondrus II, unlike his father, wanted to be popular amongst his people. He led his armies into battle creating a following of lost souls. He trained them how to fight and control the energy of the earth. His elite team of soldiers defeated several cities. The would burn each city, leaving people burning alive. Jondrus would order his soldiers to beat the burnt fallen victims untill they became dust. The soldiers would leave the city covered in ash. They became known as the Black Fists to honor Jondrus of Trollania.

Mr. Jondrus


Lived in Era 34, got 1 heir(s) (Jondrusx) and was a member of Faith

A soul was lost. A soul was found. Jondrus awakened. His heart stopped beating, but his mind raged on. Much like a crow picking at rotting carcasas. His first site revisited resembeled a severed head. The body, not so far away, was torn to bits by a new day. War has come and Jondrus's mind was now at peace. No longer did he think about what he had left behind. He grew only to think of death, destruction and ofcourse World Domination. With his Faith restored and allegiances strong, Jondrus began another reign of terror on his foes.

Mr. Jondrusx


Lived in Era 35, got 1 heir(s) (Jangsta) and was a member of Peacekeepers

Jondrusx, the strongest of the Jodrus family thus far. His eyes peeled with the darkest rings of hatred. A son torn apart from his father once again. No longer having Faith, he assumed a false name. Peace only lies in his mind while raging battles against sworn enemies. His bloodlust had become stronger with the rising of the Dark Red Moon orbiting his new home in Fantasia. A whole in his chest showed a resemblance of a ripped heart. His chest bare of any sympathy or love, because those are weaker traits. A new era has begun and a new home attained. Jondrusx was ready atlast to become an immortal icon. The Black Fists are reborn.

They marched a tremendous quake of terror. Their stench was stricken with the smell of blood and rotten guts. They say you could hear and smell them coming from far away. No one was safe. A new army was on the loose. The Angel of Death. It was like a band of ghosts preying on the fears of weak rulers, A lion gnawing on it's freshly caught meal. A cloud of dust surrounded the army as it floated slowly across Fantasia. Mark your doors with your blood and the dust of earth and your lives shall be spared.

Jondrusx recognized one soul specifically. His bravery and unattested loyalty gained him honor among his people. Rather than get jealous, jondrusx praised this soul. His name was Peeker. Unlike his father, jondrusx knew Peeker was like a ravage dog trained only to protect the peace of the kingdom. His whits were unmatched and his courage was felt across the land. Peeker set off to scout around fantasia looking for victims. While visiting a city in retribution, Peeker was attacked. Peeker, being the sneaky little devil he is, escaped to a protected area where he would mount a revenge against the retribution kingdom. Peeker was lost one day during a suprise attack but his legacy would live on. Peeker created a following of true soldiers. Those who would die for their kingdom and remember their fallen brothers. Peeker will live forever through the armies he created before he passed. The counter attack begins.
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