Deep within the vast, boundless green forest lay a wide, man-made clearing.
In the center of the clearing, a majestic Lord's Hall towered, its upturned eaves and intricately carved beams radiating an aura of solemn dignity.
Surrounding the hall, Residential Buildings and Woodcutter's Huts were scattered in a picturesque arrangement. Whether built of dark brick and tile or simple logs, they all exuded a rustic charm.
Farther still, endless fields of farmland stretched to the horizon, their crisscrossing paths nurturing the hope of a bountiful harvest.
Its happy people toiled on this land from dawn till dusk.
Until...
A black tide of the Forest Wolf Pack, like a flood from a broken dam, surged into the territory through the morning mist. Eerie green eyes darted between the Residential Buildings as sharp claws and teeth tore the former tranquility to shreds.
"We're under attack!!!"
"We're under attack!!!"
"Sound the horn!!!"
BWOOM!
