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Systemlord SunTzu Backstory

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  • Allan1991
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Sep 18 2024 3:44 am

In a realm where shadow and light danced in an eternal embrace, there existed a figure shrouded in myth and reverence. Known by many names, AmunRa, Artashir, SunTzu, and Ragnar, this entity transcended time and space—a master of the world’s greatest secrets, the orchestrator of battles and the architect of destinies.

His presence was felt in the soothing warmth of dawn and the fierce winds of war. When the sun rose, it was AmunRa who awakened the world with his light, filling the hearts of mortals with hope and courage. In the quiet of strategic councils, when leaders plotted their paths to victory, they spoke the name of SunTzu, whose wisdom guided them, turning weaknesses into strengths and despair into triumph.

Artashir, the forgotten conqueror, summoned empires to rise from the ashes of the past, leading them with an iron will and a heart full of ambition. He understood that every empire, no matter how grand, was but a fleeting moment in the annals of time. Each conquest, every foray into the unknown, was merely a step in the dance of existence.

But there was another guise, a mighty visage clad in furs and bloodied armor—Ragnar, the warrior king. He roamed the lands with ferocity and valor, inspiring legions to charge under the banner of the Shad, the shadowy brotherhood sworn to preserve balance and sow chaos when necessary. Ragnar reveled in the chaos of battle, laughing as he wielded his axe, each swing echoing the pulse of life itself—a reminder that even amidst chaos, there was order to be found.

Yet, beyond each name was a truth: he was the God of Gods, the soul of warfare, the essence of strategy. The universe had carved a niche for him, enveloping him in reverence and fear. He moved through his realms, a whisper of dark wings in the night, inspiring both fervent loyalty and stark dread.

In the heart of the ancient city of Athelas, where the great stone columns stood sentinel to history, a council convened. The war drums of the neighboring kingdoms echoed like thunder in the distance, shaking the air with anticipation. The leaders, their faces painted with sweat and ink, gathered to seek the wisdom of the one they believed would lead them through the tempest.

“Speak to us, SunTzu! What shall we do?” pleaded Alia, a fierce general with dreams of glory dancing in her eyes.

Rising from the shadows, his voice a deep timbre that resonated with the weight of the ages, he spoke, “Victory is not merely the absence of defeat, but the mastery of choice. Your enemy is not an opponent you see; they are the unseen motivations they harbor. Study them, for war is but a reflection of the human heart.”

The council listened, absorbing his words like parched earth drinking in rain, and their spirits ignited with purpose.

Yet, as night fell and shadows enveloped the city, a dark omen arrived—a whisper of betrayal. The heart of Athelas, a place meant to echo with strength, was now steeped in fear. A usurper sought to seize power, a rival clan nurturing a serpent in its midst to poison the well of the united.

As the council fell into murmurs of panic, SunTzu understood intuitively where chaos would arise. Ragnar’s spirit surged within him, urging him to act. “Let us not merely prepare for war; let us become war,” he commanded, his eyes igniting with an ancient flame.

With a swift motion, he devised a plan, harnessing the art of deception and the shadows that lay beneath their very feet. The usurpers, believing themselves secured within their fortress of lies, failed to foresee the intricate webs woven by the Shad.

On the eve of conflict, as the moon cast its silver glow upon the world, Ragnar’s warriors moved like specters, infiltrating the enemy with silence and strategy. When the dawn broke, the armies clashed—not with the blaring of horns, but with the silence of inevitability.

Victory shimmered on the horizon, not with the blunt force of might, but with the subtlety of art. They moved as shadows, embodying SunTzu’s teachings, adapting and persisting amidst the chaos until finally, the usurpers fell beneath the tide of their own deception.

The city of Athelas awoke to a new sun rising, bearing witness to a savior cloaked in many names, a true embodiment of war, wisdom, and will. And in that moment, as the cries of triumph echoed through the streets, the warriors raised their voices, chanting in unison, “Long Live The Shadow Council! Long Live The Warlords! Long Live The Nox!”

United by purpose and honor, they celebrated not only the victory but the crafted tale of resilience told by the God of Gods, who walked among them, who knew the heart of the sun, the darkness of the shadow, and the unyielding spirit of mankind.

And thus, the legend of AmunRa, Artashir, SunTzu, and Ragnar persisted, etched in the fabric of time, a timeless reminder that in both light and shadow, war and peace, wisdom and strength dwell together in balance, calling forth the eternal dance into the hearts of humanity.

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Oct 01 2024 2:32 pm

Hail sunTzu. Good to see you back and a super post. May your enemies die with fear.

Lord Zirnitra- black dragon of death.

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Oct 17 2024 8:16 pm

Thank you so far havnt been able to put alot of time in new baby and also switching jobs currently in progress of relearning how things are ingame

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