Your kingdom has been ravaged, burnt and looted by the Great Archaic Empire. The man who led, called himself Emperor was Lancelot I who not only kept you for himself but has utterly fallen for you despite the public condemnation.

You turn and see more of the locals from the eradicated kingdom starve, bang on the cages and desperately try and take the shackles out. The public whisper and start to gossip, they have never seen another person that of not pale skin and blue eyes. The exquisite.

The Emperor halts the march and the carriages at a stool on a stage. His patrons watch as the Empire expands with another territorial claim.

“As the Emperor of Great Archaiga, I hereby declare the fall and conquest of the land of savages, we will continue to expand south under the sun and modernize these brutes.”

Every word was met with applaud and cheer, degradation and racism was a lie professionaly used as a weapon of propaganda to tell the generations.