Family History

Mr. Himanil

Lived in Era 34, got 1 heir(s) (Himanil Raina) and was a member of Phantom
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Mr. Himanil Raina

Lived in Era 34 and got 1 heir(s) (Himanil II).
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Mr. Himanil II

Lived in Era 34, got 1 heir(s) (Homanil III) and was a member of Imperium Of Knights
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Mr. Homanil III

Lived in Era 35 and got 1 heir(s) (Himanil IV).
Even as the last of just another wave of enemy attackers fled Homanil III collapsed on his magical ruby encrusted sword made of a strange metal, momentarily the remnants of the Imperial Guard were dismayed but Homanil III smiled to show he was still alive only resting. As his mind wandered over the events of the past few weeks that had led to this moment he seemed to pass into a strange trance as his eyes closed……..
‘It was past midnight but the merrymaking marking the anniversary of 10 years of the establishment of their recently founded megalopolis still continued. As Homanil III made his way to his palace a massive fortress atop a hill in the dead centre of the city, he was grumbling to himself about the lack of self restraint of his ministers and the incompetency of his generals, an occasional passerby would hear a snatch or two like “Next thing we know and they’ll be roaming the streets in their nightclothes singing those roguish songs of the outlanders” or “A few more battles like that and we may as well through down our arms and welcome those fiends into our city”. As he reached the immense courtyard of his sprawling palace a company of the ‘Imperial Guard’ his second finest soldiers saluted him and his mood improved slightly, at least he could be in the company of some civilized and competent men, as he walked slowly two figures completely covered by silverish grey cloaks and hoods drew up to him and one spoke urgently, ‘Grave news my lord, the army of General Fawn has been totally destroyed and the general taken hostage, we saw him being executed before our own eyes.’ Shocked as he was, Homanil managed to croak, “How”? The second one replied, “The rumours are true my lord, the powerful kingdoms from in the south have secretly been mobilizing their troops and plotting against us while supplying the barbarians with equipment for war and their generals in the fight against us.” “And General Greyback, what happened to his army,” asked Homanil fearing the worst, “Escaped my lord, but barely, it was in his fight that for the first time the Southerners showed their true colours, their numbers are great almost indominitable, the Generals rearguard fell heroically while securing the retreat of the cavalry, the General was in the hospital and ought be on his way up here right now.” Without delay Homanil immediately issued orders that all the army of the city whose wits were not clouded by ale report instantly to the rally point in full battle gear, then very soon he was conversing with General Greyback who reported that a Southerner army of near uncountable size had secretly been mobilized and they had slain every soldier on the Western frontier and their preparations for an attack were almost complete. It was while preparing to march to their city did his scouts find them and as a result all his army except his cavalry had been massacred, no sooner had Greyback finished than the sky was suddenly blazing red, for some time the sky remained red and when finally they saw what was coming they were terrified. Thousands of strangely contorted and twisted Nazguls of unimaginable size were bearing down upon them showering the entire city with fireballs the size of catapults; the screeches of their riders filled the heart of all, even the stoutest of soldiers with dismay. Many flung down their weapons and covered their heads with their hands as thousands of catapults unloaded their fiery load on the city and the roars of the gigantic Trolls seemed to reverberate in the air even long after they had stopped, which was seldom. The very foundations of the city seemed to be shaking with the tread of the massive Southerner army. Every time the archers of the Southerner army would fire the entire sky would get blotted out. Amidst the confusion that reigned the enemy hordes advanced rapidly and in a few moments tore down the huge gates of the city and created enormous holes in the walls from which they poured forth like ants going to a feast, the entire city was rent with the cries of women, children and men who were slayed in their beds or ridden upon mercilessly. What little of the army that had been formed in the city was near instantly swept away by the massive southerner army. Those who managed to escape to the palace watched in horror the carnage below, while the Imperial Guard and remnants of the city garrison mournt and raised an angry fist towards the killing grounds below. By the magic around the palace no catapult hurled rock or aerial being was able to enter, only by land could the enemy come. In the meantime Homanil, the Generals and what mighty champions remained marshalled the forces available in the courtyard of the palace; Homanil was carefree, for his family was far off in the old well protected colonies and he had forcibly sent General Greyback with his cavalry to inform them of their demise and prepare for war. As he stood there in his magical armour and he surveyed the burning fields, destructed homes and corpses strewn all about and a mighty rage rose in him, just then dawn came and sunlight hit him, the then green fields and all about him, he drew his sword and raised it above his head bellowing a massive war cry as a challenge to the first waves of the enemy troops that had just appeared, they halted daunted by the challenge but soon moved forward again with some trolls that joined them, they had not taken one step before arrows flew and hit the trolls square in their heads, the infantry fled only to come back in greater numbers. So the battle began and thousands were slayed for each of the Imperial Guard till long the enemy infantry refused to advance and came forward only when some were flogged.
Homanil opened his eyes and looked about him; the thousand strong Imperial Guard had dwindled to a few score, the once green fields were red with blood, 3 nights and 3 days had come and gone and dawn was coming again. Their line was thin and the enemy gathered again, Homanil sighed looked up into the sky and at that time it looked beautiful with many stars, the moon and sun visible. His men had fought bravely and were then beginning to fall from sheer exhaustion, General Greyback ought have reached by then, Homanil thought. It was time. Homanil rose, the sight of his massive and sturdy figure gave hope to his men who rose and formed a battle line again, but Homanil advanced forward alone disregarding the cries of his comrades, his mind clear. He stood alone for some time waiting till eventually trumpets were blown from the enemy side and their General a man of massive build himself came forth. “Surrender and you may……., he never completed his sentence for the moment the first 1 word was uttered Homanil’s blade had swung and the Generals head was dismembered from his body. Right after that Homanil shifted the amulet around his head and muttered strange words, the last that one saw of him if any was him levitating 20 feet in the air with an unearthly golden light emanating from every part of his body followed by an almighty blast that incinerated everything within a 100 miles of him and the aftershocks could be felt thousands of miles away. Not a single object remained within the 100 miles except for the magical blade and armour of Homanil. Thus it was that the 4th king of the Raina dynasty met his glorious end but his dynasty one with a undivulgable purpose lived on.