Family History

Mr. Soulsbane

Lived in Era 39 and got 1 heir(s) (Soulsbane).
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Mr. Soulsbane

Lived in Era 39, got 1 heir(s) (Leafblighter) and was a member of The United States of Utopia
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Mr. Leafblighter

Lived in Era 39 and got 1 heir(s) (Leafblighter).
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Mr. Leafblighter

Lived in Era 40 and got 0 heir(s) .
As the eras pass, places wear many names. Men wear many names, and many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. The pattern of an era is slightly different each time an era comes, and each time it is subject to greater change, but each time it is the same era.

As time passes the eras come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the era that gave it birth comes again. In one era, called the 40th era by some, an era yet to come, an era long past, a wind rose on the plains of Fantasia. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the passage of time. But it was A beginning.

And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and the shadow shall lie across the eras, and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of mortals. Women shall weep and men quail as the kingdoms of the earth are torn asunder.

I shall take many names from many civilizations through the eras, yet I will always be called the Dark One. Those that have known my true name shall never utter it for fear that I might turn my eye upon them.

And my paths shall be many, and who shall know my name, for I shall be born among you many times, in many guises, as I have been and ever will be, time without end.

My coming shall be like the sharp edge of the plow, turning your lives in furrows from out of the places where you lie farm in silence. The breaker of bonds, the forger of chains, the maker of futures, the unshaper of destiny. I shall rise across the world, and darken every land, even to the smallest corner, and there shall be neither light, nor safety.

The seals that hold me back shall weaken, and in the start of the era shall I be reborn, amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for I shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death.

All mankind shall come to the crossroads of life and all that is, all that was, and all that will be shall balance on the point of my sword, while the winds of the shadow grows. For what once was will be again.