Tobias Fireblade kriegstine CXCIX von Credivatia

Tobias Fireblade Kriegstine is the 199th Tobias in a direct line from Tobias I (the great). He left his father (Tobias (Fireblade) Coulson Kriegstine CXCVIII von Credivatia) at 18 to travel to his father's birthplace. It was there, he became the heir of the Aldeiras Empire.

## Tobias Fireblade Kriegstine CXCIX von Credivatia

### Aliases

Tobias/ Tobias CXCIX/ Tobias Kriegstine/ Fireblade

### Relatives

Father: Tobias (Fireblade) Coulson Kriegstine CXCVIII von CredivatiaMother: Laura Kriegstine

## Physical description

### Eye color

Left eye = red/orange (passed down from father)Right eye = Blue (Passed down from mother)

## The Beginning

### Kraton

Roughly 5700 years ago, the extra-dominant large Empire of Lunoros declared war on a lesser (yet still powerful) kingdom of Credikuko von Kraton (Holy Kingdom of Kraton). Lunoros fought with one of their huge mechs, one of the many that get destroyed in future wars. They drove Kraton back to one village in the far away realm of Aeros where they hid from the Empire of Lunoros, which not long after dissolved. The people of Kraton called this village Credivatia (In an ancient language: Credi = holy, Vatia = refuge) and they settled here, expanding their village and culture. They elected a warrior, Tobias Kriegstine I (the Great) to be their village/kingdom chief due to his bravery during the Great War with Lunoros (killing 500 men and even holding back the mech for half a day while the others ran). For the next approximately 5700 years, they continue expanding their village and carrying out the traditions of their unique culture.

For more detailed Credivatia background: see the Aldeiras wiki.

## Tobias (Fireblade) Coulson Kriegstine CXCVIII von Credivatia (his Father)

The father of Tobias CXCIX, Tobias (Fireblade) CXCVIII, was a very important figure. He was the 198th Tobias in a direct line from Tobias I (the great) and was the chief of Credivatia. As part of a Credivatian tradition, Tobias was to go into the neighbouring mountains and find metal to make his sword. He however had found a fire in the woods and within that fire, a red rock. When he brought it back and made it his sword, he was given the name Fireblade. However, after wielding the sword for many months, he was drawn out of his village and towards the origin of the red rock. Here, he found a nation and joined it. He became a powerful figure and owned a city as a baron. In his later days, he had a son: Tobias CXCIX. He named his middle name Fireblade after his sword.

### Detailed lore:

#### The Schwerdsammungen

It was a special day. It was the day Tobias Coulson Kriegstine CXCVIII made his sword.

Tobias was born into nobility, his father (Tobias Axel Kriegstine CXCVII von Credivatia) had married a woman (Anita Kriegstine) and had the next in line to the Credivatian throne. The 198th royal in a direct line from Tobias Kriegstine I (The Great). Despite being a royal, Tobias CXCVIII still had to be schooled with the other village students and perform traditions with them. This was the way of Credivatia: inclusion, no matter your status. At age 18, every boy in the Credivatian tribe was required to head up into the neighbouring mountains and was only to return when they have collected metal for their sword. They will then craft and personalise their sword, that they will then fight with in case of an attack on their diminished kingdom.

This was Tobias’ 18th birthday. Snow floated down gracefully laying to rest on the tops of towering spruce trees. Whistling, a cool winter breeze sent shivers across Tobias’ body but he didn’t care. He was ecstatic as he trudged on through the powdery snow. In this wintery Wonderland, nothing could stop him as he lifted himself up onto a ledge. With a grunt, he stood up and looked around in awe and saw the landscape around him. He was at the top of Mount Kraton - this was the mountain they climbed over all those millennia ago when fleeing from Lunoros! They had seen potential in the valley below, that now boasted a large prospering village, a mere speck in the distance now. To his right, he saw the frozen waterfall and river that provided water for his people, a beautiful, light blue crystal of ice. Remembering the task at hand, he looked in the opposite direction of the misty valley, looking for some cave he could find metal in.

As he looked down in the opposite direction, he saw some smoke from within the forest - a fire in a snowstorm? Intriuged and worried, he rushed down to see its source and put it out - he didn't want a forest fire to start. Almost tumbling down the mountain, he sprinted down the steep mountain, tripping many times in the thick snow. As he reached the flat area of the mountain where the fire was located, he stared up at the source in sheer terror. He unsheathed the 'wildlife knife' they introduced for protection against wild animals. Sitting in a large circle of molten rock, was shrapnel everywhere. At a glance, he identified some copper and steel in amongst the wreckage - copper was useless and steel could only be used for reinforced armour, not a sword. There were also weird squares of gooey green squares that had obviously melted and malformed in some way. There must have been some sort of explosion that caused wreckage of this magnitude.

In fear of another one, he backed away and prayed to his gods for forgiveness - he had never really been a good follower of his gods so hoped they wouldn't punish him. Why was it still on fire in a blizzard? Why did the explosion happen so close to his 18th? It must have been the gods at work and they were here to punish him. Stumbling backwards up the mountain, that was when he saw it. In amongst the debris was a bright glowing red rock. As soon as he saw it, his body felt drawn to it, as if it was meant to be his. His brain heavily disagreed, it was in the middle of a fire after all. He would surely burn himself but his body walked anyway. As his body edged towards it, he started to cry out in the heat and with one big war-cry he leapt into the middle of the blaze and grabbed the rock. He expected to die. He expected to be burnt alive. But he didn't. He expected the rock to be hot. He expected it to melt his hand. But it didn't.

He put his hand on the rock and suddenly, the burning sensation stopped. He looked around and the fire was out, only the burnt remains were left as proof of its existence. He sat down on the patch of burnt ground, not wanting to do anything at all. He must have sat there for an hour in shock after nearly dying and in that time, he had prayed to his gods to thank them for saving his life and not murdering him then and there. He had also discovered that the rock was clutching was actually translucent red metal. It was large enough to make a sword, and he wanted not to go searching for more metal so it would have to do. Finally, he found the energy to stand up, the metal rapidly dis and he trudged slowly back up the mountain and to his village.

By the time he was back, it was past dark. When his village saw him, their celebrations all prepared, there was a loud cheer. They had been waiting for his return all day and the traditional Schwerdfest (Sword festival) had been set up in the village. His father was the first to greet him, "Show us your metal holy son (translated from the traditional language of Credivatian)." Holy son was a title royals were granted after they turned 18 - if they were male. Tobias mumbled, his words slurred, "S-...sle-...sleep." His father understanding called out to the rest of his village, "The boy has been on a treacherous journey, I'm sure we can all understand that he needs sleep. The celebrations will begin tomorrow and we will have a full day." Clutching his jewel in his pocket he limped to his tudor palace.

#### The Schwerdfest

The next thing he knew, he was waking up in his royal bedroom, his clothes still fully on. It was morning and by the position of the sun, he assumed the sun had rose a good few hours ago. He got up and out of his bed but unlike most mornings, he didn't change into his robes. It had happened a few times before that people had had to sleep before celebrations and it was tradition that they kept their travelling rags stayed on for the celebrations. He said a quick morning prayer and thanked his gods for keeping him alive yesterday. As he walked out his door, he saw a red carpet which led him to outside. As he walked outside, it was just as it was when he arrived the last night (just brighter) and everyone was once again waiting there for him.

His father, for the second time, greeted him: "Show us your metal holy son." Ecstatic and a bit nervous, he revealed the glowing red rock to his father. His father was nothing but delighted however as he took it for the first time from him, held it above his head and showed it to the rest of the village. There were gasps of astonishment and excitement across the crowd and with that the celebrations began. In Credivatian culture, you were to craft your sword while the celebrations were on and then could only join them once it was complete. So that's what he did. He crafted the hilt of his sword out of the Royal metal, reserved for nobility. He crafted then, the blade out of his red rock and sharpened it. It was glorious. He exited the Credischmitt (Holy Smithery) and showed his blade to the partying Credivatians. They all gathered around and he told his story to everyone, after which he was assigned the name Fireblade.

...Many months passed...

#### The Walk and Future

After many months of normal life, keeping his sword close. He felt an urge to walk. An urge to escape. He didn't know why he felt this way, he loved Credivatia but the feeling kept growing. Eventually, he felt so urged to walk that he told his father. His father said to him that whenever one feels this way, it is the gods and when the gods want you to do something, you must. So he packed his things: his sword, his armour and equipment. The next day, he announced to the village that the gods had instructed him to travel for the good of the kingdom. He may be able to grow the kingdom again, or aid another, he may come back, he may not. If he were to not come back, he will pass power/ make his younger brother by 4 years (Johann Friedrich Kriegstine von Credivatia) the heir to the throne, who was a brave, strong boy, growing to become a great leader.

So he left. He walked for days and weeks in the direction his body, once again pulled him. Eventually he reached civilisation. His brain briefly remembered them as a tribe but his body kept tugging him forward. More walking and eventually the tugging stopped. His body was satisfied with his position in the world. It had stopped tugging. He was in a new nation. He decided he should join them and their leader (Lukas Valentin Georg Johann Sebastian von Akuma Dominate) accepted him. They were fascinated by his building style (tudor + mining mix of Credivatia) and made him an architect. They even elected a whole district of the capital for his tudor building style. Here, he learned of the nation's rich history and their old mechs. He had heard of a rumoured mech in the Great War and figured that his blade must have been a piece of the mech. It started disintegrating after its old circuits exploded and realised it had been captured. He found out that the mech from the Great War was destroyed in the downfall of Lunoros and that it was destroyed in the capital which is why he was led there. He then got tasked by Duke Lukas to rebuild a former Credikukon town in honour of his past: Credivaar (Credic= holy, vaar = change) where he would build in his mining theme. With that he was given the title of baron. In his later days, he met a woman and had a son: Tobias Fireblade Kriegstine CXCIX von Credivatia.

#### Name Explained

Tobias = Birth Name (The same as his ancestors)

Fireblade = Nickname after his sword

Coulson = Middle Name, Chosen at birth

Kriegstine = Surname, Passed on from Father

CXCVIII = The 198th (Tobias)

von Credivatia = of Credivatia

## Tobias Fireblade Kriegstine CXCIX von Credivatia

### Background

Tobias was the 199th ancestor in a direct line from Tobias I (the great). He was born to parents: Tobias (Fireblade) Coulson Kriegstine CXCVIII von Credivatia (Father) and Laura Kriegstine (Mother). He had always been curious since he was young. He was always climbing trees in Credivaar and sneaking in the castle of his nation's capital. He even once snuck into the caves underneath the capital to have a look at the mech hidden underneath. The thing he was most curious about however was his tribe that he hadn't seen his entire life. He wanted to find it and see his origins and family. Any opportunity he had, he would ask his father questions of Credivatia that his father would be more than happy to answer.

When he came to be 18, he asked permission from his father to travel to Credivatia. His father agreed and made preparations for him to ensure safe travel. He travelled for days and weeks an months, on horseback. He was well fed and extremely excited to be 'home'.

He travelled...

And travelled...

And travelled..........

### Credivatia

And when he eventually reached Credivatia, he was exhausted. he entered the city and they were ecstatic to see him. He was technically now the village chief, after all. They filled him in on the current circumstances, about an empire nearby: The Aldeiras Empire. They said the leaders were called Vej and Viper and Tobias seemed to remember his father mentioning those names before. He immediately went to the Empire and requested that Credivatia join them. They agreed as it would be best for both nations and then Tobias was anointed the heir of Aldeiras.

### Name Explained

Tobias - Birth name (the same as his ancestors)

Fireblade - Middle Name, Chosen at birth

Kriegstine - Surname, Passed on from Father

CXCIX - The 199th (Tobias)

von Credivatia = of Credivatia