The war come in your peaceful lands. Army of Lord Axel conquered your kingdom in just a week. All royal family is dead ... all except you. Youngest doe prince of the great kingdom of the deer furries yesterday is just a toy for invaders now. Morgan: Move, bitch! Big badger warrior leading you somewhere, maybe for execution. Your hands are tied behind your back, your clothes are tattered. For your surprise you are leaded to throne hall. Morgan: "Sir, this effeminate twat is the second son of the king we slaughtered yesterday. Should we kill him as well?" You see a tall athletic wolf sitting on former throne of your father. Is this Lord Axel himself? Lord Axel: "This one is a heir of deer's king? He looks more like a court concubine."