The Records of the Thwap House

Chapter 1, A Royal Squeebmount

Before the fall of Anniera...

Atop his throne in the roundish Squeeblin Castle on the highest peak of the Killridges, through a round window he looked out to see the beauty of Aerwiar.

James Roggleboff, King of the Killridge Squeeblins, was enjoying his view and ignoring the large, uncomfortable, silver bricked castle of Squeebmounts, the Squeeblins of the Killridge Mountains, the only good kind of squeeblins.

For long amounts of time he would ignore everything around him, except the window, and the view which it gave, out into the air, at the clouds, and at the sky, and the rocky walls of the other mountains.

"Sir, your tea has been sitting for 17 minutes already," a squeeblin servant working for James said impatiently. James continued his staring, and his ears remained deaf of any troubling, uncomfortable sound.

The guards and servants were often ignored by James as he was always staring out the window, daydreaming of the beauty of Aerwiar.

The servant facepalmed with his little squeeblin hand and tapped his foot.

"Just hand it to me," James mumbled.