Family History

Sir Method

Lived in Era 14, got 1 heir(s) (Method) and was a member of The Falcons
As you take a look the book lying before your eyes, you can’t help but wonder if you are mistaken. This plain old brown book, almost falling into pieces surely cannot be the journal of a nobleman. You can feel it through your fingers, this book never was of high quality. The cover, made of cheap material, is barely holding the pages together. The pages themselves would be better used to polish wood than to be written on. Yet for those in the known, there is no mistaking. The family crest, a sword slicing a piece of wood in half overshadowed by a Falcon’s head, is about the only thing still holding up on this book. Far from being a work of art, it resembles more the work of a young child learning how to carve wood. Nevertheless this is the right book and this crest indeed represents Sir Method of The Falcons Kingdom.

When you start to read the content, you quickly find yourself skipping pages and only reading a couple of words here and there. The stories found in this book aren’t very impressive, let alone interesting: peasants writing about their peasants life. Some of them seemed to enjoy writing more than others as you can tell from the level of details (but most importantly by the size of each entry) written by each men. The dates follow each other with absolute precision: twice a year every year, an entry is written. Writers succeed each other, sometimes because the last writer finds himself too old to perpetrate the tradition, sometimes because he had died, most often from some illness.

After scanning through the majority of the book, you haven’t learned anything important. Your knowledge of the family is barely enough to know that they have been peasants ever since they arrived in the Utopia region. The first writer didn’t seem to deem important to reveal where he had come from and the reasons that pushed him to leave. Perhaps the only hint is the evolution towards a more Standard English as you go further in the book. Wherever this family comes from, they weren’t speaking english when they got here. So the most important information about this family cannot be found while there is hundred of pages worth of petty details such as the growth of corn and vegetables. Be it luck or a fate of boredom, it seems nothing important ever happened to any members of this family. Until Mr Method came into possession that is.

You notice right away that Method inherited this book at a younger age than most of his descendants. It seems his father died from pneumonia when Method was only 10 years old. You quickly realise his first entries weren’t different from what any other 10 year old would come up if you asked him to resume the last few months of his life. Details about the neighbours cat, someone named Josephine, a big bug that haunted Method’s nightmares, this sort of things. All very important things perhaps from his perspective at that time but nothing of any importance now. Reading his entries, you notice that as he grew up a feeling of desperation grew as well. Desperation about his boring life leading him nowhere his ancestors didn’t already go. You can feel it in his ugly little writing: he isn't suited for this kind of life.

All of a sudden, pages are left blank. After following the evolution of Method’s thoughts, you could easily fear a suicide would have brought these memoirs to a sudden halt should you not have known he still is alive. His last entry was as depressing as could be and he wasn’t seeing many solutions to end it all. Yet, the entries are back a few pages later. He even seems brighter than ever. It isn't very hard to see that the dates from the last entry to the next one after the skipped pages aren’t right: entries have been skipped. It is easily noticeable, as there is now a world of difference between the usual entries and the new ones. The writing is now much more fancy, with well made letters and well thought out presentation. Where as in the earlier entries the text would just come in a block, paragraphs have now found their way into the book. Drawings also start to appear, although Method’s artistic doesn’t seem to go beyond writing nicely formed letters. But perhaps the most important change is the vocabulary he uses to write. Bizarre words can now be found here and there in his texts and he doesn’t use the first person anymore. After reading a couple of lines, you indeed notice that when he says: “We knew all along we had made the right choice.”, he is actually talking about himself alone.

The reason for this change soon becomes clear. Whereas before he wouldn’t even sign his name at the end of his entries (he actually only wrote his name once in his very first entry and that was it), he now makes sure to sign “Sir Method” every chance he gets. The entries have resumed at a normal pace, but no words on why many have been skipped. The first entry after the absence merely consisted of him expressing his joy of being knighted by King Plokoon, describing the ceremony and the powerful men who took part. Other than that, no words on how he had found himself worthy of being knighted and no explanations about how he ended up the head of his very own towns and was looking to expend even more for the glory of The Falcons Kingdom. The next entry is last one he wrote as of yet. In it you find out that he isn’t shy to dream of bigger and better things for him, his people and his kingdom. He believes he is destined to do great things for his kingdom. He doesn’t look like he has any ideas what is waiting for him in these lands. It seems to be quite clear for him: he will one day accomplish great deeds that will forever go down in history. He knows it: his name shall not be forgotten.

Lord Method

Lived in Era 15, got 0 heir(s) and was a member of Saiyan Empire
The writting is the same, the attitude remains and the names of the people involved haven't changed. Yet, something has. You see it from the ink used to write. You feel it by touching the paper. You can even smell it: something isnt what it used to be.

You find the reason of this change in an entry entitled: "Ma premiere journée". The lines go as follow:

"Things will never be the same anymore. I have decided to turn my back on the weak people that used to serve me.

Yesterday, a troll army attacked Methodia. Upon seeing my own people flee in terror instead of fighting bravely, I realised something: I will never be able to forge a lasting empire with such cowards. Before I knew it, I was out in the streets, fighting that army yet at the same time encouraging it to continue it's destruction. When I reached the gates, I saw a huge group of trolls waiting outside my city, not seeming to feel the need to participate in the battle. My cries had made their way to theirs ears and I as was standing in front of them, one man versus a thousand trolls, urging them to come destroy my town yet challenging them to even try passing over me, their leader broke away from the pack to come to me. He came to an halt about 6 feet from me, weapon not drawn, arms crossed. We locked eyes in what seemed an eternity. I was hypnotised by his look, as though I was watching my reflection on a pool of serenity yet I could also feel the anger of a thousand dead trolls trying to pierce me through that very same sight. Finally, he said one word, turned his back and walked back towards his army. That word? "Follow"

I did.

I followed him back to his army. I followed his movements as he turned back to watch my city getting burned to ashes. I followed his gaze as he was watching my people die. I couldn't feel a thing, I was merely following him. When it was all over, I followed him back to his home. I stopped following him when he showed me a bed. I simply walked over and laid on the bed. I stayed like this for a while. I couldn't even feel the time pass by. I suddenly realised I had something in my coat. It was this book. I had no idea when I put it there or why, but I didn't care. I simply started to write this. Turns out, I only had one more blank page. I have come to the end of this page. For some reason it makes perfect sense. I know I also have come to the end of my old life."

The next entry reads as follow

"And so it happened. It seemed written in the sky and the earth : I was destined to become their leader. Indeed, it wasn’t mere luck that spared me from death that day. A horde of angry trolls do not spare an enemy for no reason, specially when that enemy killed many of their brothers. What I learned today shed some light to the questions I had been asking myself the last few days, days of solitude locked alone in a chamber yet days of total peace used to meditate on my life and the huge turn it was about to take. For good or worse, I had turned my back on my own race, considering “them” too weak to survive in these savage lands. I was now at the mercy of a ruthless tribe of trolls, in a place where the concept of comfort was long forgotten, at least in human standards. Yet I didn’t care. My entire body was numb. I was sitting on an ensemble of pieces of some sort of leather that served as my mattress, unaffected by the bone chilling winds coming out from the various cracks in the walls. I had lost all personality, every tremor of life having left me on the trip from the gates to this house. I was now an empty shell, just about able to think.

Today, the fifth day spent in that room, the turning point happened. I met Xyga. To be more precise I should say I met Xyga again, as I had already met him in front of Methodia’s gates. This time though, he said more than a few words to me. Way more. Too much more in fact for me to be able to recall what he told me word for word. I will try to write down a resume as true as possible to what as been said but I feel a great deal of it will be lost.

He came to see me inside the my chamber. All of a sudden I was out of my trance and there he was, tall figure standing in front of me. Of him I couldn’t say much. As a matter of fact, during all this time he talked to me, all I could see what his eyes. Green and yellow, they seemed incredibly sad yet a burning fire seemed to be raging in it’s pupils. They were quite simply hypnotising, like an open window to what a soul would look like.
Apart from his eyes, all there was was his voice. Deep, rich and strong, his voice seemed to be enough to keep someone alive for days. His voice and his eyes, more than enough to make me forget everything else...

I couldn’t say how the conversation started. I couldn’t say how I even came to know his name. The words escape my grasp everytime I try to focus. He talked about how he had come here to set things in order. He believed he had a mission, which was to help this primitive tribe achieve a more respectable state. He told me he was brought to Methodia by a vision he had and he understood that vision the moment he saw me. Seemingly unfazed by all the lives taken, he was glad that the massacre down at Methodia happened, for he believed his mission was a success and I was the leader they all needed.

At this point my mind started wandering around and I lost a good deal of what he was saying. That must explain why I still don't know why a simple human such as myself would be fit to rule over trolls. I'm also sure he explained a lot more on those things that simply don't make sense in my head regarding this situation. Regardless, whatever I missed I'll have to find out for myself because he left after the conversation and from the looks of it it doesn't appear he will be coming back anytime soon.

Yet before leaving he still managed to tell me a whole of things I actually remember. He spent a great deal of time talking about the history of the trolls in general and this tribe in particular. Very soon I was lost trying to sort out all the names he was mentionning left and right. I stayed focused only because he would frequently interupt his stories with valuable tips and information on the Troll's culture and behavior which I believe will prove to be of great help soon.

As I write this, I just realise how set my mind is on this matter: I will be their ruler, no matter how hard it proves to be at first. Very strange how within a few days my whole word has completely changed yet it all seems so natural to me. Somehow, I feel like this was meant to be and that I am in the right place right now, which is very soothing I must say."

The pages go on and on with this "resume". Getting kind of impatien with this book, you start jumping paragraphs and make a diagonal lecture of the next few pages. It mostly consists of his state of mind at the beginning of his rule. It seemed he wrote every day during those times.

Skipping ahead, you soon learn how great it all worked off. You can sense by his writting he grew in confidence very fast, even going back to his old habits of speaking of him in the third person again. It explains how he helped establish his land in the name of his king. He then speaks of the happy times that followed, where it seemed The Falcons couldn't suffer no harm. He briefly mentions something about how former King Plokoon went into exile, leaving the kingdom in the hands of his trusted Viceroy Damaar. He actually doesn't seem to know very much about it but it doesn't seem to bother him either. Further along you come across the description of his promotion ceremony. He explains in great length (way too long actually) how he was entitled to a Viceroy position. Might have actually been interesting were it way shorter.

Very soon though, you find out that all is not going so well. He talks about how he was approached by representants of a ruler from the Abydos kingdom. He narrates the internal conflict and turmoil that ultimetaly lead to the disbanding of Fowl. It was then that he, along with former King Damaar, Viceroy Rather, Lord Challym and Sir Keahi stayed together and joined the Saiyan Empire. The Saiyan Empire having been a close ally to Fowl for a few eras now, the choice seemed logical in his mind.

The first few days after joining Saiyans were hard for Method. He was caught in the middle of a brutal assault by members of the Abydos kingdom. It seemed many rulers had banded together and formed a great army with the hopes of capturing Methodia. But such would not happen. After terrible fighting occured for days, he was able to lead his people to victory despite overwhelming odds. He seemed to be attributing this victory mainly to the God of Chance and to the help of his kingdomates with Lord Challym held in high honor.

The last few pages describes the return to calm and the last days with Armageddon upon everyone.

The end of the era is imminent and the only thing left to do is pray the Gods and hope they answer your prayers.