Ilovejong

Introduction
Ilovejong or Abdallah Khan is a Gertek Warrior and a leader in the Kartek Empire.

Abdallah first arrived at Friholm and raised himself in a political position. He then became the master of the guild of commerce in Friholm and helped with the constructions over infrastructure over there.

After that, he travelled east and became the mayor of the town of Kringal before moving to Kartek and establish the official parliament. There, the leader and the warrior in him took over, creating a legend in his path.

Now, Abdallah rests his soul in the Bardonian island of Theros.

The Lone Khan
The story was created by Ilovejong with the help of The Orange Poet

Abdallah was a khan, the greatest khan, his people said. He was the leader of a well-known hunting party, formed by families and friends alike, that trusted him, followed him wherever he went. Abdallah had a perfume of safety and pride, that every member adored to adorn. Abdallah was indeed a kind man, but also a beast. A warrior, so blood hungry, that his enemies were born screaming at his mighty axe, he did not spare any survivors. Long march they did, killing anything in their path, but only those that scared the poor children under their mother's skirt. "A gigantic bearded man, wielding an axe taller than the biggest huts, eyes that saw only hate, and love to his peers. Abdallah will not fear." That is what those who experience is wrath said. "However, one day, an entire hunting party like his burned in his hand. Fathers, mothers, children, died for looking at him wrong. No one questioned about his act, because they knew it was to protect his side. This was not the only time, the only family, and it will not be the last." A nightmare to avoid, or to join. Abdallah's journey had only begun.

One peaceful day, Abdallah was sleeping in his fur tent with his wives. The night was dark and silent, until it was red and painful. Abdallah woke up with the scent of danger, and the voices of pain passed through his ears. He left the tent only to be greeted with the bodies of his family, and the awful screams of those who were left. He did not wake up sooner, to avoid this nightmare. Abdallah searched his axe to combat the demons, but it was gone. A horseman arrived near him, the leader of the invaders towered him on his horse, looking down at him like a worm. "Abdallah, you are no god, you have the one weakness that humans like you have, your adorable family, Hahahaha." Laughing at Abdallah was hitting your own feet, but he was surrounded, and the only thing he could do was to flee. Into the darkness of guilt.

Abdallah wandered in the yellow and grim plains of Kertek, the violent sun blinded his eyes. He crafted a new weapon out of branches that he encountered in his trip, eating berries and hunting deer to survive. The attack happened three months ago, and the monster who vanquished his family was now leading all the Gerteks. Replacing him, someone with no destiny. The guilt can slay a beast seated in the consciousness of a man like him, now angry with himself, even more than his nemesis. But this will be over sooner than Abdallah thought. A camp was there, distant in the bottom of the hill that Abdallah was standing upon. He saw the man he wanted to fear, but vengeance always pushed it far away back into his brain. He waited for the night and sneaked into the site. In the middle of it, his mighty axe was in a fire, cooking like a meal ready to be eaten. He retrieved it, only to be seen by a guard returning from his refreshing walk. The lone khan picked up the burning axe and threw it into his chest, but it was too late. Hundreds of men were circling him, but he did not fear, as he had the two axes he needed, his two selves.

It was a violent blood bath. Heads were rolling, organs were falling. Abdallah was not yet hit by a single blow, he spun around like a tornado of anger and torment. His two axes were equally bloody, soaked by those who mowed his family, his friends. Once, he even laughed, but it was a cry of pain and revenge. At the end, they were all dead, except one, the origin of his suffering, of his future self. But he did not wear a weapon, only sadness on his face, hopelessness, he did not wake up sooner. "You are here to kill me? Then do it. I have seen enough." He whispered. "I needed to create a new family, you know. My old friends were killed, massacred by a bearded man with a sharp axe. I became a lone khan, travelling, with this man in my head, like you, I finally took my revenge, like you." But before Abdallah Khan slayed his nemesis, he said with another faint voice, "but remember this, avenger. Vengeance only is what the blind see." The axes were high into the dark sky, he was not wrong. Abdallah then dealt the final blow. A silence overcame the battlefield, the axes fell at the side of the silent dead, a scream of pain voyaged high above the flames, from a man with now no sense. Abdallah left the ruined camp without his weapons, a walk that let his arms free from any suffering, from any mistakes of the past. But, after a long time of darkness, he finally opened his eyes.