n the 12th breezy day of March, A.S. XLV, in the fayre land of Caerthe, amidst an impassioned tournament of arms and great feats of valor, its purpose to decide The Royal Heirs, their Royal Majesties, Boleslav II and Astridr, Kynge and Qweyne of the Outlands, saw within their abundantly generous hearts to bestow with exceeding mercy, a courtly audience upon the low and pitiful denizens of the barren central wastelands, the place where the devil wind howls without pause, and the right bloody Battlemoor was fought.

weary and bedraggled envoy, six in their number, who even before dawn commenced its arduous journey to the great northern lands of the kyngdom, nimbly avoiding highwaymen and brigands, and other such frightful perils, to come this day in heed of Royal summons, hastily couriered by heralds and pages in response to the preposterously audacious petition, brazenly proposed by the wastelanders for shyredom. And so, thusly, the motley gaggle was herded before their throned Majesties in court’s splendor. Before gaggle turned to skein, heard were stories of epic deeds and words of wisdom saynge. Their Majesties then issued forth a warrant which allowed a shyre to form, one that extends from the southern border of Arquelle, to the Raton Pass in the south, and from a land known as Alamosa in the west, to the mythical Kansas in the east, where outlandish tales of one known as the great and powerful Oz is fabled to resyde.

n that splendid day of illustrious combat and sumptuous feasting, and in the glorious presence of the newly proclaimed Royal Heirs, Prynce Bela and Pryncess Anna, it was pronounced by Royal authority that the Shyre of Villaleon be made incipient, to be recognized throughout the whole of the Kyngdom and it was done to the raucous huzzah of the much befuddled yet joyous court.