Family History

Mr. Elite

Lived in Era 35 and got 1 heir(s) (Elite).
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Mr. Elite

Lived in Era 35, got 1 heir(s) (Oblivion) and was a member of Oblivion
Elite.... As the child fought his way from the womb he heard the excited chatter of unknown voices. He could feel his pulse race as he escaped from the darkness that had so long been his only friend. Elite... The name ran through his head and he could feel the powerful aura that surrounded the title.

As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, they focused upon a burly gray haired man in shiny armor. Instantly he knew this was his father. He could feel the power and the demand for obedience. His father smiled and knew his son would lead his people where he could not....

Years later... Mr. Elite roamed around the village now in full command in the era 36. His father, a war hero to his people, watched proudly as his son led the new recruits through drills. His son's power and intelligence astounded even him.

But what his father didn't know was the darkness that lurked within. Mr. Elite had lead his people through Armagedon... He didn't know his son would lead them to Oblivion.....

Sir Oblivion

Lived in Era 36, got 0 heir(s) and was a member of Rebirth
Traversing the dank corners of the world of Zeta, Oblivion proudly led his Kingdom to an expansion unseen by the mortal eyes. He proudly set upon his throne and watched his empire destroy the filth that tried to crawl through his Boundry.

But day after grueling day the expansion seemed to bog down. More enemies, jealous of the superior armies led by Oblivion and his closest commarades, joined in to assult the boundries of the mighty kingdom. As grueling battles seen many friend and foe fall, Oblivion called upon his greatest Mage...SoulBinder. In a deep discussion in an unknow location the plans were laid for a catastrophic plague to be unleashed upon the enemy. SoulBinder had guarrenteed the success of the plague and the promise that he could control it and protect the people of the great kingdom.

Alas the plans went through.... but the plague was stronger and more violent than any could have imagined. It spread into all the ranks of friend and foe, killing unmercifully as it spread.

Already struggling to gain more land, the plague wiped out the population of many towns. Income slowed and food was spoiled. Only the slaves seemed not mind as they had nothing to live for but try as they might could not catch the plague themselves. With no reinforcements in sight and only bad news coming to the front lines. The morale sunk and breaks in the once unbreakable boundries began to shown small weaknesses.

The enemies prodded and poked trying to find them and finally... They pushed through. Oblivion new his days were numbered now... In to hiding he went. This was not his dream...his ambition...his right!!!

Taking his trusted advisors he retreated through the portal which had brought him to this god forsaken place. But as they were traveling through the barbaric hordes persued them. Not wanting the hordes to follow him, Oblivion sent back some of his trusted advisors for the last stand. Knowing that they would not make it through the portal before he cut off the power needed to maintain the void, Oblivion wished them well and gave each of them a small amulet that glowed black like his heart. For if they ever found another way the amulet would lead them home, if death did not take them there first.

Traveling through the void seemed like an eternity. With the burden of starting over in a new unknown world with some of his cloasest companions gone, Oblivion, for the first time in his life, felt grief. Looking towards the heavens he softly asks for help. Little did he knwo that help was on its way....

Exiting the portal and waiting for what is left of his shattered kingdom to exit a bright light begins to glow heavily against the darkness of his portal. The light and dark push and twist against each other until suddenly a new void appears enclosed within the darkness. The blinding light begins to soften and Oblivion begins to hear hooves and chain mail jingling. He draws his sword and surrounds himself with magic....

From out of the portal arrives Vapor, one of the strongest opponents of Oblivion. Oblivion can't beleive it. On the cusp of death Vapor disappeared from the world of Zeta. Confused, Oblivion begins to strike out.... Vapor grins... Oblivion stops and retreats a step not knowing what fowl magic this creature might contain that he can smile on deaths doorstep.... Vapor turns slightly never taking his eyes from Oblivions.... Oblivion retreats another step as more sounds come through the portal... Vapor holds up his hand as more men step through.

What is this... What have you done to my portal? Why are you here? Oblivion mixed with anger and uncertainty daringly strides forward.

Vapor's grin grows and he extends his hand.... Oblivion... leader of the great kingdom and mystical realms.... May we please join you, as our fight for revenge will lead to your vision of glory. We both have a lot to gain from each others companionship and expertise. As you can see I can wield what you cannot yet, your power does seem to be the greater. Might we join, and together rebuild that whoch was taken from thee.

With a new darkness in his eyes and a smile on his face, Oblivion takes the outstreched hand of Vapor and finds the Rebirth of his kingdom may just lead to where no one expected!!!