My comrades and I spent the most time dealing with the Lombado out of all the others in the war. They had been a proud race, one that was revered amongst all the regions, with Attria City as their capital. It pained us to see such a beautiful, peace-loving race turn violent and hateful, but the same could also be said about us.
Of what was left of the Lombado, very few stayed true to their clan once the regions were split. The clan was mostly eradicated, losing nearly ninety-five percent of their people. Maybe two handfuls altogether split themselves amongst the new islands, claiming to want peace once more, while we sealed away what little remained of the corrupt.
I trusted those who sought refuge on the other islands and gladly welcomed them with open arms, encouraging them to try to return to peaceful ways along with us. I forgave the others of their race so the survivors not just on my island, but on the other three's as well, could feel like they could let the events of the war be in the past.
Konoro accepts you, dear Lombardon friends. I hope we can make you forgive us for our past transgressions against you.
-An excerpt from the memoirs of Decius Nevren Kong, the first King of the Island of Kongo Bongo