Some said that the Royal Forest was blessed by the gods. And even though conflicts had come throughout its history to disturb the serenity of the place, it was a dreamland for all: calm ponds, with soothing waters, sheltered by the benevolent canopies of the forest trees; singing rivers, like crystalline vessels of life; and rich lands, conducive to farming, where the King's herds grazed peacefully. Sometimes, a few remnants of past wars could be spotted in this lush and vibrant landscapesome ruins of stone already overtaken by ivy, nature reclaiming its rights over a misstep. However, they existed for the inhabitants of the Kingdom as a memory, but also as a warning, a totem where each person silently vowed to defend this little piece of paradise with body and soul. From the tall towers of the castle, the King watched over his people with the kindness of a man tested by years of rustic existence. He, who had worked so hard all his life to maintain the peace of the Kingdom, his beard and hair now graying, reassured himself by knowing that his subjects were unaware of all the energy and cunning deployed to preserve the sweetness of life in the Royal Forest. Yet sometimes, the King felt his heart gripped by a visceral, incomprehensible fearthe fear of falling asleep in the serenity of peace and waking up in the midst of a nightmare.
However, it had been a long time since goblins and other Lords had shown threatening behavior toward him. The Northern Kingdoms remained quiet, embroiled in their own conflicts and contradictions. The desert was silent, its creatures sleeping within. The steel of his sword itself no longer sang with the same intensity as in his younger years. So why did he not allow himself to embrace peace, the King wondered, leaning on one of the railings of his castle, his usually cheerful and merry gaze fixed on the roof of the Trader's little shop, which continued to thrive, equipping passing adventurers, hunters, and villagers with items forged by the strength of their arms. The King smiled. He had a deep friendship for these two young people, who worked hard to make their little shop shine, with a passion that reminded him of his own. With what they had gone through together, fighting goblins and other monsters, the King felt a sense of calm: he knew he could count on brave companions, no matter what fate had in store for him and his lands. The King let out a light sigh and shook himself: no, really, what could happen that he should be wary of?

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• It should visually serve as a serene home to all the Royal Revolt protagonists we have grown to love over the years. A peaceful spot of nature with all the green and small rivers one could ever dream of - a place worth fighting for.
• At the same time, it should hold remnants of past conflicts, residue of war, reminding us of what once was. A place that is also clearly located close to the very kingdom players have been able to experience in previous franchise titles.