Family History

Mr. Yogi of Yogi

Lived in age 0 of Tutorial X and got 1 heir(s) (Yogi The II).
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Mr. Yogi The II

Lived in age 0 of Tutorial X, got 1 heir(s) (Yogi The III) and was a member of G O D L I K E
Escaping narrowly from his father's untimely defeat by Guild Of The Fallen. Yogi the II found himself stumbling over the rubble of what was all that he knew of a kingdom. He didn't know much about the messengers that his father Yogi of Yogi, was sending out during the last days of the city of Determined. He did know however, that it was time to flee the city before the orcs ate him...

Narrowly escaping the walls crumbling down around him, he fled down to the dungeon all while hearing the last of the archmages in the armories summoning and the last of the spell-casters mummers fade as he quickly exited through the only tunnel that lead deep under the mountains to the North, but not with out snatching up his father's journal first.

Unable to defend himself against much he ran fast and he thought faster...whispers of his father's last words of alliances that must be achieved was riddled with confusing words such as Paladins and frozen flames echoed in his mind. He remembers all that was in the beginning about his father teaching peace and protect your own. He remembered his father trying to unite all of those around him in order achieve a larger force that will ultimately be able to grow and defend from the terrors that await. He also remembered his father speaking highly of the kingdom G O D L I K E and about their knowledge in the elven magic. He knew that he was an elf. He knew that he had to learn the ways of magic. He knew he had to survive in order to carry out his fathers will.

It seemed as if he ran for days through the old mine shafts that his father's kingdom dug out, zig-zags in most directions while most lead to dead ends infested with vermin of the most gnarly kind. Weak and ignorant of his journeys end he continued on. As he rounded another relentless corner of the mine, while straining to remember the code of the mines that his father had taught him in order to get through to the other side the light of the sun blinded him as he stumbled out of the mines.

With tattered clothing and a blood stained journal of his fathers he exited the mines finally and stood at what appeared to be similar crumbling gates to the Kingdom of G O D L I K E.

Unaware of his fate he manages to build up a small shelter of his own from the scattered debris that lay strewn in every direction. With a new city in its early development he was now able to sit and recover from his exhausting trip.

In order to try to deafen the sounds of his father's kingdom falling down, the orcs screaming, and the people of Happy and Determined dying he peels back the blood stained and mud covered journal of his father and begins to read...