The Curse of House TOMCAT

Many mortal days ago, my grandfather came to Warera.

They called him TOMCAT.

He was weak then. Low level. No great army. No great name.

But he wanted power.

More than anything.

He wanted to rule his country, to be feared, to feel like he mattered again. So he did whatever he thought would get him there.

He lied.

He betrayed.

He disappointed those who stood beside him.

And where he went, bitterness followed.

Still, the people gave him chances.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until there were none left to give.

In the end, TOMCAT left Warera behind.

But some things do not leave with the man who caused them.

His name remained.

So did the hatred.

So did the curse.

Now a generation has passed.

And I have returned.

@Tomcat_jr.

I carry his blood, and I carry his name, but I will not carry his fate.

I have come back to rebuild what was ruined.

To drag the name TOMCAT out of the dirt.

To break whatever curse still clings to this family.

And perhaps, one day, to make this name mean something other than betrayal.

There is only one problem.

You bastards destroyed my castle.

So tip me.

Even cursed bloodlines need building materials.