The Eighth King of Vazenmount

Once there was a place known as Vazenmount with eight princes, one of whom would one day ascend the throne and become the king. The eldest of the eight became to king when he came of age, but it all went wrong fairly quickly and the world was thrown into poverty. So the eldest, a rather lazy fellow, said to the second eldest

"Why don't you become the King?"

The second eldest liked this idea, and being power hungry as he was, became the King of Vazenmount, but he was no better than the eldest brother and overuse of the fertile land in Vazenmount led to eventual famine.

Like his elder brother when a disaster struck, the second eldest gave up the crown to the third eldest, who took it just as gleefully as the second eldest initially had. The third eldest's reign was considerably shorter than his two brother predecessors' and ended with any remaining sanitation in Vazenmount vanishing.

So the third eldest passed the kingship down to the fourth eldest, who would pass it to the fifth, who would pass it to the sixth. The avoidance of responsibility would run through the brothers until the role of king fell upon the eighth and youngest of the brothers, Igaroth. At that time Igaroth ascended the throne, Vazenmount was impoverished, in a famine, had no sanitation whatsoever, illness, decrepit to the state of ruins, nationwide depression, and a plague of insects that ate the few crops remained. Igaroth was wiser than his seven brothers (and had watched them fail to rule) and he did not give up when he saw all the disasters he had to fix. His first act was to send his men to Vazenmount's allies asking for aid. When Imaa and Rozetia sent help, Igaroth set them and his men to fix up and overall clean the cities, towns, and villages of Vazenmount. During and after the five years of this, the Vaze King gathered doctors from every place he could get them and set them to finding a cure for the plague that had clenched Vazenmount. It took the healers a great deal of time, but they finally managed to create a cure.

People stopped cursing the royal family at this point; they saw their country being healed and they began to cautiously hope, thus ridding themselves of depression. Their happiness increased even more when King Igaroth, against the counseling of his advisors, opened the royal hunting grounds to the public, giving his people the food they desperately needed. The day that many went to bed with food in their stomachs was considered to be the day that started a new era. An era where the bugs were driven out, the soil yielded crops, and Vazenmount became extremely wealthy. There were many, many festivals of celebration.

The only downside to it all was when King Igaroth let his power get to his head and followed the footsteps of his brothers in destroying his land. On the day that he announced his fifth decree that would endanger Vazenmount, King Igaroth was assassinated.