Viarb is a small kingdom on the border of human and spirit lands. Viarb has long been a country where abundant food was grown for sale; there are no mines or minerals, so the treasury filled very slowly. One day, a neighboring kingdom wanted to capture Viarb and sent an army. Viarb's army managed to repel the attack with great difficulty, but with almost the entire male population either dead or incapacitated, the kingdom quickly fell into decline, making it easy prey...

Chaos reigned in the capital of the kingdom of Vyarb, the city of Derse: houses were burning, people were screaming and fleeing in all directions, fleeing from new invaders – a nomadic tribe of goblin mercenaries who had decided to seize Vyarb and create their own kingdom, acquiring their own lands and numerous slaves. There was almost no one to protect the residents: mostly defenseless women and children, some of whom had already been captured. The remnants of the weak army were merely defending the palace, but from one side, the goblins had already broken in. Then the deafening sound of goblin horns rang out, and the exhausted queen crawled out onto the palace balcony on all fours, naked, with a saddle on her back and a bridle in her teeth. Proudly perched on her back was the young chieftain of the goblin tribe, blowing his horn. He roughly spurred the queen, and with a groan, she obediently crawled along the balcony to the very edge.

Goblin Tribe Chieftain: "Listen up everyone: The Kingdom of Viarb is now ours! I order all women to surrender - you will be saddled, tamed, and become draft animals for our army! Resistance is futile, as the last of your knights are dead! Goblins, begin plundering, choose the best houses for yourselves! This land is ours from now on!"