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Mr. Lithlego

Lived in Era 24 and got 1 heir(s) (Lithlego).
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Mr. Lithlego

Lived in Era 24 and got 1 heir(s) (Lithlego).
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Mr. Lithlego

Lived in Era 24 and got 1 heir(s) (Aixinjeuro Nuerhachi).
As the flag of red and white burnt, Lithlego's heart sank. After eras of building a kingdom with battlemates, all have to come to a tragic end.

The fall could not be swifter, but due to the slowness of decision.
The fall could not be more painful, but due to the painlessness of inaction.
The fall could not be more complete, but due to the emptiness of loss.

Thoughts of past swelled in his mind. After surviving in the north pole, facing the onslaught of Serenity eras ago, Lithlego served the flag of red and white loyally and he had hoped, eternally. But smaller, dishonourable enemies caused the downfall of the kingdom, and he had no one to blame but himself.

He could had seen the enemy, but yet, he chose not to. He could had created more armies, but greed got in the way. Magic had granted him eternal life, but had not grant him knowledge and wisdom.

He cursed himself, but alas, his forefathers will not turn his body into a crystal, and let his soul rest. The wish of Urluas will not be reversed. He turned away from the burning flag, despite his fallen King's request to join him to another kingdom. Lithlego felt he had lost, and had insulted the name his father Hlego had given him. He shall live in isolation from now on, and be freed from the shackles of a kingdom, organisation and duty.

Until, unfortunately, a certain Squire Tadas decided to cross Lithlego's path, breaking the peace and quiet he had enjoyed. As he persued Tadas till the end of the era, he felt the calling of war in his bones again. He shall rest, until the higher gods decide to resurrect the worlds. When the worlds arises, he shall too.

Sir Aixinjeuro Nuerhachi

Lived in Era 25, got 1 heir(s) (Lithlego) and was a member of Carnage
As he aroused from the sleep, he found himself in snow, surrounded by vast plains. From a distance, he could see dark mountains; and from near, he could see horses and tents. He can smell a faint hint of the sea as the wind blew from east to west.

The world the gods had resurrected is the world of warriors, and a world of the future. The weapons that the soldiers held were made of strange alloys. All of them don uniforms that were made of fine silk, and armour of silver.

"Nuerhachi! You had waken! Spare no more time in your slumber, for we have mouths to feed and the Worded to fight!"

Turning to the person who spoke to him, he realised all of them (including himself) wore a pig-tail. The person's name suddenly came to him, "Muerhachi, we shall see what the gods have installed for us. The tribes have been united, but we still need to fight for our survival. As you had said, we must move to warmer climates before we can get food. We shall move before sunrise, and all our men shall march!"

With that, he realised that the heavens had played a joke on him. He have to finish this quest before he can become what he was before.

Sir Lithlego

Lived in Era 26, got 1 heir(s) (Eleutherios) and was a member of Carnage
As he awaken from his sleep induced by Tak, the chief Archmage of Carnage, he found that he had lost his pig-tail. Looking at his hands, he found that he had been transformed back to his usual self, that of the sea-elf.

Climbing out of his bed, he gazed at the night sky to look for the star of his patron goddess. He bowed his head as he saw it, and prayed "Urluas, you have kept me safe. I hope I had accomplished my mission to your liking, and grant me more wisdom and courage."

His last mission was to lead a tribe of halflings out of the plains and into the world of Fantasia. Thousands had sacrificed to make it, and more will die during the wars against PHI and MAD. He will never know why he was transformed into a halfling to aid them and he will never want to know.

Looking at the rest of the Carnage lords awaken from their sleep, he proceed to pick up his weapons, armour and his horse from the armoury of the king. Rubilegos was long dead from old age, but his son, Heliostaph was no less faster and sturdy steed for Lithlego.

As Vencrow addressed the Lords, Lithlego could not help but think what will be in store for him this era...

Once again, Lithlego has his choice of warriors to lead: the sturdy Halflings, the intelligent Elves and the sly Dwarves. He look at all the lords who are recruiting for their armies, and he looked at what he had in front of him.

The tribe of Halflings, from the house of Hageordof had been loyal for a few eras, and he had lead them through thick and thin.

The tribe of Elves, from the house of Ursluahaus was where he was from, and had been loyal servants from the start of his career.

The tribe of Dwarves, from the house of Dugendeep, was with him for only one era, but had proved to be an effective group of warriors who actually makes war economical.

After he ponders his options, he declared to the chiefs:
"Virengold, Chief of Dugendeep. I thank you for responding to my rallying call. However, as there are many of your kindred in the battlefield, I cannot let you shed the blood of your forefathers. You shall bring your tribe to the southern mountains, facing the South Star and the seas, and wait for my next call." Virengold, surprised at the response, could only nod and retreat to the shadows of his entourage. He was surprised that Lithlego had read his dilemma, and was given the perfect excuse not to go to the battlefield.

"Elendnia, Daughter of Tyreuas. I cannot let my tribe be unprepared for war. I can see that you are regrouping, but while you are ready for magic, you are not ready for bloodshed. I am not belittling your abilities, for I known you since you were born. Your ways with the staff and, the bow and arrow are unparalleled, and your leadership may one day surpass mine. However, as you had just taken over the position of your father, you will need more time for the House to be re-organised. Be assured, you are my voice in the house Ursluahaus, and your father, though retired, will still aid you." Elendnia was unhappy that she could not go to war, as victories will boost her standing in the tribe, and on her own merit. She can only bow and lead her group of advisers out of the tent.

"Jumkildo, Leader of Hageordof, you will aid me in my battles, as your father had done in the last era. This will be the last era that you shall aid me, before I dispatch you and your house back to the southern fields of Hasen. We never fight for peace, and I foresee many will perish. But the gods had grant you invisibility, and I need that to my advantage. Your peace will come to you, and your retirement after that will last a few eras." Jumkildo was ready for war, for his house had been warring with Lithlego for a few eras. But his fear for bloodshed is well-known, as compared to his warrior father Yudhand. Reluctantly, he leads his group to rally troops for the wars.

As Lithlego looks at the chiefs of the three houses, he knew that he had made the right choice, however, mistakes from Jumkildo will cost him dearly. The lucky Halfling had turned from reality to myth.