Family History

Mr. Blobber

Lived in Era 28, got 1 heir(s) (Lick The Licker) and was a member of Kingdom of War
Diary of Blobber the dwarf in Valhalla...

As the era of Mages died out, a new ruler oversaw the land. A distant cousin of the famous leader Mr. Mager, I hope to fulfil the role bestowed upon me. I look towards the lands sown with crops and many workers digging away, and begin my new empire. Banding together with a few soldiers born of the earth, I set off on a treacherous mission to the east, in the hope of salvation. I shall ride until no one else stands, to the very corners of the world, to find a place where I may begin a revolution in the name of my ancestor Mr. MageGuy!
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The trek is long and dangerous but my men will follow me to the end. But what will we find waiting there?
After many long hours, for ever so many days, we have lost count, and we are suffering from vast hunger and dehydration. The harmful rays of the Sun beat down on us, as we trod along, stepping the ground into a rough path shape. Finally, as many of us begin to get delirious, we find a spot to begin civilization. But we will never forget the roots of our newfound wisdom...
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One day, as we strived to nourish our ever growing establishment, far out here by the brown mountains of the sacred thunder god, we came upon a pack of civilizations that had banded together as one, who called themselves Nexus. They grew ever stronger, as our troops and spies became more wary and cautious, but also excited to see what this vast power would become eventually, in this peaceful sanctuary, not being goaded about by warrior like races whose only thoughts were to annihilate whomever and whatever stood in their way or blocked their invisible path to richness and barbaric glory. As the groves of wild pearpine trees grew stronger, so did this unimaginable force of great power, never before seen this far in the hallowed halls of Valhalla, and the reports brought back to my high throne became more hurried and frequent, as the blobsquirms and fliprappers of the Great Gnarled Forest of Dwaine the Almighty danced around the mighty bluntsap tree in anticipation of war. Many treaties were proposed in this period of prosperity, but we looked upon the mountains, and pondered their secrets, secrets that could lead us to the answer.
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After many long nights of hard work, a terrifying decision was made. As our warriors sharpened their swords and axes, we withdrew them from the armoury, as they would play no part in our newfound allegiance with Nexus, whom we joined in a mutually beneficial way that would eventually prove its worth.
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War proved near, then suddenly my treasured diaries were scattered to the winds, swept upon the snowcapped peaks of the great mountains far far away.

Attempting to join and become one again with old fellow predators, I Blobber am searching through time itself to find those I seek.