Spire the III's reign was long. It was bountiful. And it brought about a golden age to the land of Kantule.
But alas, all good things must come to an end, and even the best of kings fall eventually. So was the fate of this noble ruler. The words spill from this pitiful bard's lips akin to his tears as he unravels the ball of twine that is this tale.
But hark! and cease your streams. Block them, with the immovable rocks of righteous remembrance, for all is not lost. This man of much wisdom forsaw this dismal day, and took action. And so began the tale of his great heir, Spire the IV. We can only wait and see to what new boundaries of greatness Kantule is whisked to by this promising new king...
But alas, all good things must come to an end, and even the best of kings fall eventually. So was the fate of this noble ruler. The words spill from this pitiful bard's lips akin to his tears as he unravels the ball of twine that is this tale.
But hark! and cease your streams. Block them, with the immovable rocks of righteous remembrance, for all is not lost. This man of much wisdom forsaw this dismal day, and took action. And so began the tale of his great heir, Spire the IV. We can only wait and see to what new boundaries of greatness Kantule is whisked to by this promising new king...