“Once, there was a city that was 3 towns, it lay between the Plum Tree River and the mighty dark Tamar. Born on the Southern Farm down by the Sound, it had grown and grown, and perhaps because of its mighty Sound, or perhaps because it had grown and grown, it had sent adventurers out across the oceans, to conquer the peoples and resources it found, and been destroyed over and over, from the Bretons who burnt it, to the bombs which blitzed it.
