Family History

Viceroy Iant Aman

Lived in Era 14 and got 1 heir(s) (Thrud).
Her mother's life had been a short and rather uneventful one.

The limbo that had followed the dreaded Armageddon had been filled with bad dreams of enormous armies razing her down and visions of long and tiring journeys. When she awoke she started looking around to see her friends, her kingdom mates. She started shouting but the only answer was her own voice echoing from the mountains...

Eventually she received news of the whereabouts of her folks and set out on the long journey into their area. Her stay in the north had been filled with the attempt to survive in isolation while at the same time trying to find and join her own kind. It must have been the effects of loneliness that all too willingly led her to accept the hand of friendship stretched out by a perfect stranger - the general goodwill towards people that she had been taught by her mother was to be her downfall.

When the wanderers from the north finally arrived in Saiyan lands, a heavy war was raging. While the first farmers where still trying to turn the ground that had been hardened by soldiers' feet into fertile soil, the enemies had yet again gained another stronghold and approached to raze the new settlement to the ground. The few survivors fled to their northern home where meanwhile others from the kingdom had started to seek refuge.

But peace was not to last. When she heard the cries of pain in her neighbours' cities and saw their blood mercilessly spilled on the fields she knew that hard times were about to start. For a while the mountains provided refuge and safety and the enemy armies - after taking and razing most of her land withdrew again. Yet, alas, behind the deceiving veil of presumed friendship enemy armies were gathering to take advantage of her and her kingdom mates' weakened state. Again the time had come to look for another refuge. News had reached her of a beautiful place at the end of the world and she took the little things that were still of value to her and started another long and tiring journey. This time she was luckier - after their arrival her people were granted an intervall of peace that at least allowed them to till the ground and establish a settlement.

The days when the rivers started to turn red with blood came soon enough and the massacre only found an end when the world ceased to exist... Armageddon - an event this time longed-for fervently by most in order to find rest in the limbo that followed and to finally put an end to something that had been over long before.