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Under the dawn of the first spring sun, the pale drylands of Egypt awakened. Through it ran a dark blue river which gave life to its surroundings. And beside that river, not far north, a kingdom of wealth was stationed. It was known by the name of Oasis.

Oasis was no ordinary kingdom. It was strategically placed for the advantages of its surroundings. On the riverside, they made the floodplains their source of agriculture. Fruit, vegetables, and flowers all were grown there, controlled by the Faro's orders. On their desert frontier, they mined for precious metals. Any extra space left on the outskirts of the kingdom was used as homes for the working class or barracks for soldiers. The surrounding desert made this kingdom impenetrable to those who were not fit.

Unfortunately, Oasis was recuperating from a shock. The winter winds from the east had brought them plagues, famine, and drought. The river that supported them was recuperating from the loss of its wealth. The farmers were barely producing just enough stock for the kingdom's halved population.

Civilians,monsters and humans alike, were upset.  The rulers, proclaimed Faros, were unable to help them at all during their period of calamity.

Faros are gods in the mortal form. Why could they not save us from suffering?

Full monsters should be the ones considered as gods, not halflings.

Those Faros are Fake.

These conflicted rumors were whispered throughout the streets of cracked clay and infected civilian's minds with doubt and skepticism. Ever so often would street folk nervously direct their sight upon the middle of the city, to where the Faro's white pristine fortress lay. Even if Oasis was becoming better, there were too many wounds for it to fully recover.