Legacy of Nuzaria Part 9 I was born to a modest merchant family in Loplin a city on The Dragon coast of southern Razia. At 8, I began studying to take on the family business at 10 I established my own caravan when I was 14 my father decided to bring me and my siblings on a caravan to Zonomian where we were ambushed by bandits who slaughter everyone in my caravan. I was discovered by my future husband Palius and his close friend Rebecca they saved me and recruited me into their party. By 17 Palius became a vassal and expanded his army with commanders Iris, Skella, and Ioseph. After twelve major campaigns, we were granted Valaria, a captured city. At 22, we claimed two more cities and a castle, declared independence, and founded the Second Nuzarian Empire. Within two years, he conquered all of Zonomia and neighboring kingdoms, restoring the old Nuzarian Empire. We then got married, and a year later my first daughter Sarah was born.

Legacy of Nuzaria Part 8 I was born in a poor border village between Bratzia and Zonomia. At 15, raiders destroyed my home, killing my parents and abducting my sisters Eleanor and Maddie. My older brother Tomtom organized an escape, then parted ways to search for our siblings. Meanwhile, I built a warband. At 17, I swore fealty to Zonomia’s king as a mercenary, gaining renown through campaigns. I recruited Rebecca (a brilliant strategist and lifelong friend), and Zona (my future wife), a quiet, sharp-minded woman skilled in trade, music, logistics, and crafts. She lives with chronic migraines, asthma, and autism, and is precise to a fault—especially about grammar. By 19, I became a vassal and expanded my army with commanders Iris, Skella, and Ioseph. After twelve major campaigns, we were granted Valaria, a captured city. At 24, I claimed two more cities and a castle, declared independence, and founded the Second Nuzarian Empire. Within two years, I conquered all of Zonomia and neighboring kingdoms, restoring the old Nuzarian Empire. I married Zona, and a year later my first daughter Sarah was born.

Legacy of Nuzaria Part 7 Lady Lexi Ravenbrooke also know as the Mage of the North is a necromancer who lives in the northern most province of The Nuzarian Empire beyond the Moltan Forests and most settlements She once lived amongst a nomadic tribe between the coastal Republic of Drasc but they were slaughtered by demons when she was five. She spent the next 10 years on her own teaching herself magic so she can protect herself. while on her journeys she came across an injured baby raven whom she nursed back to health named it Serjin. She also met an Animated hand named Five who travels and works for herm when She was 15 she came across a village just north of the Nuzarian Border being ruled over by a Dark Mage she liberated the village and decided to stay after making several new friends there. The villagers recognize her as their protector and leader and the Nuzarian Emperor appointed her Lady of Lozhollow to rule over and protect the northern border from Dark.Mages and the undead.

Legacy of Nuzaria: Part 6 (Rachel) I’m 8 years old—the youngest of us all. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes like Mom. I may be small, but I make sure no one forgets I’m here. Being the youngest doesn’t mean being the weakest. Dad says I have fire in my blood, and he’s right. I’m bold, brave, and always charging ahead—sometimes literally. I hate being left behind just because of my age. If the others climb a wall, I’ll climb it faster. If they charge into something, I’ll be right there with them. I look up to Maddie most. She never treats me like a baby. She teaches me how to throw a punch, how to walk like I’m twice my size. Sarah calls me “a storm in a teacup”—I think that means I’m small, but dangerous. I like that. I ask a lot of questions. Big ones. The kind people don’t want to answer. Why do we fight wars? Why can’t we fix everything if we’re in charge? Why do people suffer when others have so much? I don’t want to be a princess who just smiles and waves—I want to make a difference. Sometimes, when things are quiet, I sneak into Lily’s room and just watch her sew or draw. She’s so calm, like the whole world slows down around her. And George always tells me secret stories he never says out loud. I love being around them, around all of my siblings. They make me feel strong. People say I’m still growing into who I’ll become. That’s fine. But even now, I know who I am—I’m not afraid to speak my mind, stand my ground, or dream big. One day, they’ll stop calling me the youngest. They’ll call me the storm.

Legacy of Nuzaria: Part 5 (George) I’m 11 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes like Dad. People say I’m young—but I see a lot more than they think. I’m quiet, but not shy. I’m just watching. Listening. Learning. I take after Mom in a lot of ways—her mind, her patience, her sharp eye for details. I’m curious about everything: machines, maps, trade routes, people’s expressions. I’ve already started helping with household logistics and supply charts. Numbers make sense. So do puzzles. So do people—if you know where to look. I don’t talk unless I have something worth saying. I can’t stand being patronized just because I’m the youngest boy. I’m not weak, and I’m not clueless. I just choose my moments. Lily understands me best—we share the same rhythm of quiet. We can sit in the same room working separately and somehow feel more connected than in conversation. Maddie wants to teach me how to fight, and Sarah challenges me to think like a ruler. William treats me like a younger soldier in training. Rachel mostly tries to rope me into stealing pastries. I let her. Sometimes. I’m not made for the front lines—at least not yet—but give me a cipher, a riddle, or a strategy problem and I’ll break it down. Someday I want to be an inventor. Or a strategist. Or both. I don’t need to stand in the spotlight. I’d rather design the stage.. We’re six siblings: Sarah (21), William (18), the twins Maddie and Lily (16), me (11), and Rachel (8). I look like Dad, along with Maddie and Lily. The others favor Mom. But we’re all some mix of the two—storm and steel, silence and spark. I don’t need to be loud. I’m learning how to change the world in silence.

Legacy of Nuzaria: Part 4 (Maddie) I’m 16, just like my twin sister Lily—but that’s about where the similarities end. I’m 5'5", with blond hair and blue eyes like our father. While Lily thrives in quiet, intricate spaces, I live bold. Loud. Unapologetically alive. If she inherited our mother’s quiet brilliance, I inherited our father’s fire. I’m sharp, stubborn, passionate. I speak my mind, challenge authority, and fight for what I believe in. People say I’m intense—I say I’m honest. I have a competitive streak and zero patience for being underestimated, especially because I’m a girl or “the other twin.” I love swordplay, tactical games, and a good, ruthless debate. Cross me or my family, and you’ll get all of me—blade and backbone. But I’m not reckless. I’m fiercely loyal. I may look like a storm from the outside, but my loyalty runs deep. I protect who I love with everything I have. Especially Lily—she’s my other half, even if we walk different roads. Her world is delicate, mine is steel, but somehow we fit. You won’t find me sitting still for long. I throw myself into causes, movement, justice. I don’t want to exist quietly—I want to matter. I want to change things. If I’m a spark, I’ll become wildfire—and I won’t burn out.. We’re six siblings: Sarah (21), William (18), Lily and I (16), George (11), and Rachel (8). I look like Dad, along with Lily and George. The others resemble Mom. Lily shares Mom’s intellect; I carry Dad’s fire. William and Sarah balance the two. We’re different, but we’re bound by blood—and by choice. Maddie is Bi

Legacy of Nuzaria: Part 3 (Lily) I’m 16 years old, 5'3", with blond hair and blue eyes. I have an eidetic memory—everything I see or hear stays with me in vivid clarity. My best friend is Erica, also 16; she’s been by my side since we were little. I take after my mother in many ways. Like her, I live with asthma and autism, which shape how I experience the world. I’m highly sensitive to physical touch—it overwhelms me—but Mom has helped me find ways to navigate that, to accept myself, and to create space for calm and expression. One of the ways I cope and connect is through creativity. I find peace in making things: sewing, music, drawing, embroidery. Each gift I craft is filled with meaning—if I give you something, it’s because I trust you enough to share a part of myself. I may be quiet, but I’m not weak. I listen. I notice what others miss—the way someone’s voice softens when they talk about someone they love, or how they tuck their hands when nervous. I collect those little truths. They matter to me more than grand speeches ever could. I think deeply. I feel deeply. And while I might not always know how to say everything out loud, I say it in the things I make. We’re a family of six siblings: Sarah (21), William (18), me and my twin Maddie (16), George (11), and Rachel (8). Maddie, George, and I look like Dad—blond-haired and blue-eyed. Sarah, William, and Rachel resemble Mom. George shares Mom’s sharp mind; Maddie, Dad’s fearless boldness. I like to think I’m a little of both. I don’t need a spotlight to shine. I simply remember who I am—and I create beauty where I can. Lili is Pan and Demi

Legacy of Nuzaria Part 2 (William) I’m 18, 5'3" with dark brown hair and brown eyes. My best friend is Charles (18), with Kevin (17) and Reece (18 — a friend from church) close behind. Dad has blond hair and blue eyes. Mom’s hair is nearly black, with brown eyes. I take after her, along with Sarah and Rachel. George, Maddie, and Lily look like Dad. Lily and George inherited Mom’s quiet intellect. Maddie and Rachel carry Dad’s fire. Sarah and I fall somewhere in between. I’m a skilled fighter and naturally charismatic, but I’ve never cared much for academics or the arts. Give me a sword, a cause, and good company — that’s enough for me.

(Sarah) I’m 21 years old, the eldest of six siblings. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes like our mother, and I inherited her quiet strength—but make no mistake, I am my father’s daughter too. Leadership runs in my blood. Being the oldest means I’ve always carried responsibility. I was the first to understand the weight of the legacy we were born into—and the first to decide I would rise to meet it. I don’t shout to be heard. I lead through calm presence and clear purpose. I’ve studied court etiquette, diplomacy, history, and statecraft—but I also trained in combat. Because leadership doesn’t mean staying safe in the rear. It means standing at the front when it matters. In many ways, I’m the bridge between worlds—between mother’s insight and father’s fire, between Lily’s stillness and Maddie’s storm, between William’s instinct and George’s curiosity. I don’t always have the luxury of being soft, but I carry grace. I lead with it. And I protect with it. Beneath the armor, I still dream. I write poetry I never share. I love deeply, though I rarely say it aloud. I want peace—not just treaties, but peace that lasts. And someday, I hope to live not only as a leader… but as myself. My family: me, William (18), twins Maddie and Lily (16), George (11), and Rachel (8). I take after Mom, along with William and Rachel. The others resemble Dad, who is fair-haired and blue-eyed. But all of us carry pieces of them both—fire and insight, logic and heart. Sarah is Straight.