How did it begin, oh, that's right! it all started in the back alleys of the kingdom of Kariasta.
The kingdom rules over a large land, filled with races you could imagine in a fantasy world.
Do you think the people there live in harmony with the beautiful, marble-paved streets?
Then you were wrong, there, before my eyes was just a mess.
The beast-men were forced to be slaves pulling carts instead of using horses.
The beast-men pride themselves on being a powerful race.
Tall body, sharp claws, sensitive ears, quadrangular yellow eyes like spearheads that can see at night.
It's hard to think they actually lost the war after hundreds of years of war with humanity.
Pat pat pat, the sound of whipping. it cuts my horizontal line of thinking.
"Hurry up you lazy bum, if you delay any longer you will starve tonight", said the carriage driver.
" Uh...uh...uhhhh ", a painful sound came out, try to use force to pull the car to move
They are quite diverse if you ask me! The way the kingdom calls beast-men is quite general, not at all specific.
To be honest! I don't think this damn place is a kingdom, it's more like an empire.
"The weather today is as usual, foggy and damp everywhere," I said.
"Yes sir, it seems that the factories in the western part of the capital are now working at quite high capacity," said the "horse-drawn carriage" driver.
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