Family History

Mr. Chaos

Lived in Era 29, got 1 heir(s) (Chaos) and was a member of The Dark Brotherhood
Born the son of a peasant, Chaos was the sole survivor amongst the ruins that had formerly been known as the Castle of Winterfell. A passing lord took the orphan in after finding him amidst the smoldering ruins and raised him as his own child.

15 years later...

The lord died from a mysterious illness that took the land by storm leaving Chaos and his own son to rule the kingdom. The trueborn son wasted no time ousting Chaos from his lands and left Chaos to live off the wilderness.

Chaos soon met a band of mercenaries who were travelling through the region and joined them. As time passed, he became an expert swordsman and his twin blades gave the band of mercenaries an unparalleled reputation in the entire northern world.

Kingdoms fought over their services and destruction ruled the northern lands for years and through it all, Chaos slowly rose through the ranks and became the leader of the band of mercenaries transforming them from the rebels they used to be into an elite fighting force.

However, his half brother finally brought a halt to the fighting and banished Chaos from the northern lands. This did not stop Chaos from meeting him on the battlefield and, amidst the fighting, slew him. Chaos then brought his men with him south towards freedom from vengeance...towards Mantrax.

His time in Mantrax was shortlived however and despite joining the ranks in the Dark Brotherhood, his nearby neighbours showed no mercy to him soon after his arrival. He was driven away from Mantrax and once again found him and his men in a strange land with a strange name - Zetamania.

Mr. Chaos

Lived in Era 29, got 1 heir(s) (Caius) and was a member of Eternity
After arriving in Zetamania with the few remaining men that he had left to him, he found that the remaining members of the Dark Brotherhood had abandoned him to stay alone in the wilderness. He preservered however once again building another mountain stronghold - Caer Cadarn.

There he waited to see if any of his friends would arrive on the foreign lands of Zetamania. But as months passed, no sign of them passed and Chaos began to tire of waiting.

Surrounded by unknown lords who ruled the lands long before he arrived, Chaos decided it was time for him to move towards lands which would allow his kingdom room and space to grow.

As the days turned to months, the horizon remained barren of any of his old kingdom mates. But there appeared a few bordering lords who offered their friendship to Chaos and his new, fledling kingdom. There came a time of peace, as crops grew plentiful and the cities expanded ever larger.

Minor incidents were few and far between, but alas, the peace was not to be so for beyond the borders of Chaos' small kingdom, loomed the dark clouds of war.

Soon darkness came and war arrived finally at his doorsteps. The defeat was swift and final but Chaos had long foreseen such tragedy and had moved his kingdom across the lands to the far east. There in the mysterious and foreign land, he established new borders and flourished once more.

Finally one morning, a single rider appeared on the horizon coming from the leader of Chaos' kingdom to which he had proved his loyalty.

Alas, it seemed that the gods had created havoc amongst his fellow kingdom mates and forbade them from claiming their birthrights until the next era.

Once again left alone in this world, Chaos did what he could to strengthen his kingdom against the coming armageddon hoping against hope that his was the kingdom that would survive it...