Family History

Mr. Notpersonal

Lived in Era 13 and got 1 heir(s) (Notpersonal II).
Sir NotPersonal rose from the ashes of the crumbling human empire, Iceria. Two elvish kingdoms pounded Iceria's borders; rogues, pirates, and even the soldiers stole and killed for their own gain. The governers were paid to standby while Iceria fell, and they complied.

A lone farmer named NotPersonal was prepared to go farther than any other to stop the terror. In the night, he and his best friend Pak sneaked into the local blacksmith and stole the armies weapons, only to find that NotPersonal's son Wallis, and wife Clara had already been doing this task. Clara told her husband that she had been working up to this event for days, and had gathered the support of 200 citzens. Tomarrow they would come to NotPersonal's farm and beg for him to lead them, for he was a master tactition from war games he played, and all knew this. Even if it would be real, he was their best choice.

NotPersonal agreed. With the stolen weapons they attacked before the Imperial Army could notice that they had no weapons! They ran at the sight of a bunch of humble farmers wielding their swords and spears. The rebelion had started.

NotPersonal knew that 200 untrained men could not wage a war. He e employed a different tactic to fight. Stealth and fear were the weapons equiped by NotPersonal's men. Clara, Pak, and Notpersonal's son Wallis became officers and trained in this tactic. It was first tested on the Imperial stronghold of Hiltefar.

Using trogas, thin wires that are able to slice off a man's head without sound, they quickly killed all sentries. Disguised Imperial Soldiers used this same method on the enemy's wizards. Now the Imperials were left without eyes. The disguised soldiers stole and burned all the food in the stronghold, and started secretly to offering jobs in NotPersonal's army to citizens and soldiers; a hungry man would do almost anything for food, and NotPersonal had all of it thanks to his crafty thinking. Soon every human in Hiltefar had signed up with NotPersonal's army; adding 30,000 more men.

An outraged king sent an force of 300,000 to deal with this threat. NotPersonal asked his troops what so many men were doing away from the borders of Iceria to sir fervor among his soldiers. They left the stronghold and traveled into the nearby forest, and prepared for battle.

When the large army entered Hiltefar, they were welcomed by beraggled citizens. When they asked about the rebelion, the citizens asked back, "What rebelion do you speak of dear sir?" The army, like any army, left their supplies, blacksmiths, and packing horses with only a small guard of 10,000. An attack of 20,000 led by (now a general) Pak quickly killed the unsuspecting enemy. Pak won with a loss of 9,000; morale on his side was stronger than Imperial training.

The remaining 290,000 never noticed the skirmish, and when they returned all was in place, including the guard. Angry the army began to leave, but only on the fifth day did they relized that the water maed them drunk, men dying in their sleep was not the outcome of an man wanting revenge for a card game, it was murder. Lost weapons and horses were realy stolen. By this time the Imperial numbers had dropped to 249,000 drunken soldiers without commanding officers or supplies, as the 10,000 rebels ran off with them. An offer for beer and food was made to any who signed with NotPersonal. The addiction was so great that 226,000 joined for beer, the rest for food. 900 deserted. NotPersonal now had a army of 269,300 dedicated soldiers.

This style of fighting lasted until the sky rained fire and tornados roamed the land. The end of the world had come right before the attack on the Icerian Captial was made. Small remants of NotPersonal's Army lived, and still serve him; for he is now their ruler because the Icerian kingdom was completly demolished by the rains. The large stronghold, Hiltefar, that used be their capital is now a small village, raided by many natives each day. Now the Natives have taken over, and executed NotPersonal and his people.