As the Arbor King was giving a rousing speech of hope and prosperity for his Garden Kingdom subjects, a peapod ran in from the balcony, eyes full of fear. The Garden Kingdom was celebrating its most recent victory and the period of relative peace that followed, and all were in good cheer, for the time being. While the toll on their number has been steep, the nurseries thrive with young strong plants that will grow to be the next generation of warriors, nurtured in compost created by the fallen goblin dead. Their vines bear the scars of a thousand goblin blades, but still the Garden Kingdom stands among the mighty oaks and rolling grass fields of their home.
Smoke pours over the battlefield as weary Green Warriors stand propped on trellises and downing plant growth hormone shakes.
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