The Igorogid dynasty was founded by Igor the Conqueror when he took the Holy City of Imrak. He founded the Igorogid Empire with his sons and daughters. His vast empire would not long outlast his reign, as after the death of his eldest son, his sons and grandchildren split up his great enterprise. In the end his great enterprise was only the precursor for a vast empire united not by warrior kings, but fanatical holy men.
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Fall of the Holy City
Exulting with joy we reached the Holy City on Tuesday, June 6, and we besieged it in a wonderful manner. Igor, who would become the Conquerer, new to the Holy Faith, besieged it on the northern wall, near the Al-Nasir’s Gate, the first martyr, who was there stoned for the Holy Name by the First. Next to him was Alesander, the Bright Prince, his eldest son and heir. His sons Kolya and Modya carried on the siege on the northeast wall. His younger sons, Pavel, Staz, Sergej operated across the Strait of Muktadir under the command of their tutor, Vles the Great, future Koronn of Vles.
One of our warriors, a recent convert to the cause by the name of Ali al-Maan, climbed on to the wall of the city. When he reached the top, many of the defenders of the city broke and fled from the walls into the city. Our men pursued them, killing and hacking, as far as the Temple of the God-King, and there there was such a slaughter that our men were up to their ankles in the enemy’s blood.
The Malin captain who commanded the Tower of the First surrendered to Alesandr and opened the gate where pilgrims used to pay tribute. When we reached the Palace of Ali, the Malins assembled and resisted fiercely all day, so that the whole palace flowed with their blood. At last the pagans were overcome and our men seized many men and women, killing them or keeping them alive as they saw fit. On the roof of the palace there was a great crowd of pagans of both sexes, to whom Kolya and Modya gave their banners. Then we scattered throughout the city, seizing gold and silver, horses and mules, and houses full of all sorts of goods. Afterwards our men went rejoicing and weeping for joy to adore the Sepulchre of the Name and there discharged their debt to Him.
Staz & Kodya Igorovich
This body was shrunken and bent, and although his face seemed more ferocious than ever it was shriveled prematurely and deathly pale. His lips were tinged with blue and his breathing had become labored, eyes moved restlessly, casting furtive glances about as if he entertained fear of sudden attack. His son and heir, Kodya stood stoically behind him, his eyes iron, his face a mask of contempt.
"I sleep badly," he coughed out in reply to my courteous enquiry regarding his health. "Evil dreams torment me. They are produced by my magic-working enemies you see. My brothers, even the dead ones work against me. Yet I pray daily for the welfare of their souls, though they have been found guilty of treasonable plottings. God the Almighty will take their souls to him one day and there they will answer for their sins against me."
"My father has grown old before his time," growled out Kodya, as he fixed me with his iron gaze. I shuddered under that gaze and made my excuses to be on with my journey. The tyrant his people called the Wolf, though old and frail, still chilled my bones.
Once safely outside the castle gates, I turned to Alberto and said, "There is death in this place, and it is not the death of that old tyrant." He nodded silently as always, and we rode on. When next I would pass this way, both would be dead, but not without first memorializing themselves as the two men who nearly turned back the tide of the Amdati Heresy.
~The Travels of Rodrigo Marco Santa Cruz