Land of the West

THE STORY

By Dave Eaton

To the west of the great rift, the lands are lush and green.  The tropical paradise, Tromesha, was ruled by a benevolent king, respected by friend and foe alike.  In the fields, lilies grew year-round, changing color with season, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.  The people enjoyed luxuries in plenty.  Every Thursday there was a new festival, celebrating the people's happiness and love.  A better kingdom there never was.

Then we beat the snot out of those wussies.

From even further west, the country of Brogin T'Saad marched north, expanding its borders to include the entirety of Tromesha, trampling lilies and crashing festivals.  The 3 brothers who rule over Brogin T'Saad heard of the strange happenings eastward, and so organized a disgruntled host of men and beasts to conquer in their name.

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THE PICTURES

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