Well then, good people of Beefdom, and those who have sadly perished so that our kingdom would remain strong, we shall seek to make decent this world around us.
The good Kingdom of Pizza lies upon the horizon. Let us open our trade links with these noble people, so that delicious peace may reign for eternity. We shall send emissaries carrying gifts of cheeses and Italian spiced meatballs for the good King Guy de Pizza.
In honor of Prince Sarathos, good son of King Beefy and noble Lady Sara, our largest port city shall be renamed. May the ships of Sarathos the city be as brave as he were.
Faction Heir was a great man, and I shall honor him and his potent loins. The Royal Orphanage shall from now on bear his name. Hotel FactionHeir shall raise the Kingdoms children whose parents have passed on. They shall be grown strong and well learned in these walls.
As I have previously stated, this great capitol city needs a grand thoroughfare, Rue Champs Eldiablo shall be a street known the world over.
As for our brother Quintus, who mysteriously died defending our realm in a fire. All royally approved doorknobs shall bear his visage. Remeber if there is a fire to check the temperature of the doorknob before entering a room.
For the Lord of Winter, I name the coldest of the four seasons. For he has turned an icy shoulder to our kingdom, wherever he may be.
Our royal graveyard needs a good title. Frere Aries House of 77777 Nonzombies seems appropriate.
Our Largest Catapult shall be named the YLC, and our second the Sara. So that they know the names of their targets.
To the city of Fridge, I shall build a Academy of War and Philosophy, where the soldiers of Beefdom shall study the arts of war and Amazonian arms, as well as pondering of this strange quest called life. And to the Granny of Fridge I grant a title of Marquise. May she still have all the men.
To the good people of Cafe Late, I shall build a Grand Lodge of Huntsmen and Agriculture, where our nations archers, huntsmen, and farmers shall go to learn of their skills. May our bows be long, our game wild, and our cattle fat.
To the House of Shling, whose son was Beefy's favourite, I grant them the Priestships of his temples. May they lead us to good prayer for all the ages.
As for he that was the serpent and deceiver of princes... he that was once known as White Eyes. All towns in Beefdom shall have a park for the purpose of dog walking, and in this park shall stand a 1 1/2 foot (.5 meter) statue of this half man, for the alleviation of the canines bladders.
Other than that, yo yos and beefsteaks for all.
Bookmarks