ONCE UPON A TIME,
In the Kingdom of Azarath, there lived a King and a Queen. The King's name was Thomas the IV, as his wife's was Alexandra of Azarath.
The pair had three children. Two boys and one girl. The eldest of the children was Richard I, the second being Raymond I, and the youngest, Rachel of Azarath.
Azarath was a dimension on its own, standing firm by itself. The land was peaceful and loving, all of the rich and destitute lived in happiness the same. The vegetation was rich in its bearing, viridescent and plentiful. There was an array of agriculture within the land, no man could go hungry.
Trees of fruits, fields of flaxen corn, obedient cattle, and rivers and brooks of water filled the region. Flowers of every kind sprouted in every garden of every home. The Sun shimmered across every face and sparkled in every crevice.
The paupers mingled with the proper, as the same with the strong and weak. Markets lined the streets of adobe and clay and carts rolled about.
Laughter rang loosely amongst the people as did chatter. No man was discontent or enraged in the fashion of the Kingdom, monies and trade were regulated perfectly.
As for our Royals their Royal Home was in the center of the dimension. The Royal Home was surrounded by a moat that hindered the attacks of foes. Along with the moat, a barbican served as a form of security. The conical spires were varnished in gold while the baileys were constructed of silver. A keep, chapel, well, and stables were all built along with the Dwelling; those were glazed in bronze.
This is the outline of the Kingdom of Azarath.
Nothing can go wrong in such a nation of Serenity and Charity.
Or can it?