User:Sib0rgxx

x_Siborg_x joined Stonworks Minecraft on the 29th of September 2021 after watching an video about it by StoneyStoner. He Joined Credia on the 30th of September and he risen through the ranks since. Siborg is the Province leader of Athalore (Credia) and the founder if Alsilia. He is the Role-Play son of the late Polar Tiagaros and is the leader of House Tiagarios. Siborg is a generally nice soul but has no place in his heart for trolls, or bandit who kill without reason. Funniley enough Siborg also wishes to be a bandit to found the upkeep of his province. He also founded the JCL Company that sells Jam, Cheese and Liquor. He has won the lottery twice, and has purchased the Celestant title. His Role-Play name is Aldric Tiagaros the Fryeslayer sent to rathnir to show the will and determination of Fryeslayers and and show his worthiness of being the Celestant.

Lore of Aldric Tiagaros:

He Awoke. Light....he couldn't see anything only light, light so strong it was like he was looking straight into Anov's sun, Depra 9. He heard a voice "Aldric" his heart jumped and he swore a curse only known to the Fyreslayers. He heard the voice again "Aldric".... Aldric yelled into the light "WHO ARE YOU". He got no response. "Aldric". He heard it again..... "Wake up Aldric" Aldric wondered who the speaker was and why he called him from his slumber. His eyes were getting acustomed to the light and he could start to make out that he was in some sort of dried out fyre-tank. Aldric sat up and started looking around the room, there were ancient hieroglyphics plastered along the wall around him and carvings and stories of the Magmahold wars decorating the floor. "Join me" there was the voice again begging him to stand up and walk through the doorway ahead of the tank, there was a fyresteel crate in the corner next to the doorway and a magmapick leaning against it. Just as he was about to rise and head to the crate he heard the voice again "Aldric we have much to discuss". Aldric walked over to the crate and hefted the magmapick and straight away knew that its was crafted with ur-gold, the magical metal proposed to be infused with the essence of Grimnir. He used the magmapick to open the fyresteel crate next to him and gazed in amazement as he stared at the most beautiful helm he had ever seen. He laid down the magmapick and grasped the Drake Helm fit for a king and took in it's beauty. "Aldric you have been chosen" Aldric heard the voice again yet he didn't want to leave the place that had kept him guard for thousands of years but eventually gave in to his his curiosity and put on the helm, picked up the magmapick and walked through the doorway.