Castle Dovebar stands on the edge of the great kingdom of Chocolatia. Erected to celebrate the end of the Great Eclair Wars, it was on this day used as a neutral ground to resolve an epic despite.

The resolution was not looking hopeful.

Slamming his fist on the table, Lord Hershey scowled. He was dressed entirely in black, with inky black hair spilling over his broad shoulders (covered in grey epaulets). His deep black eyes telegraphed fury. "Cadbury, this is your last option to avoid war. You WILL give me the Chocolate Swamp of Candyland, or your castle will be shattered by a wave of dark, sweet chocolatey fury."

Lord Cadbury, resplendid in white, wearing a grey tabard and a cream-colored cloak, shook his head, his icy-white locks bobbing. His pale eyes narrowed and he smiled scornfully. "Forget it, Hershey. If you are so keen to fight, your troops will melt before The Vanilla Eminence."

Standing by the table was Lord Cadbury's trio of Warlords. The dour Warrick, the youthful cavalier Giles and LeCroix, the only female knight of the realms (and paradoxically the strongest jouster in Chocolatia). The three noble paladins, all dressed in silver platemail, knew that war was imminent.

The notion was shared by the dark figures on the other side. Standing by Lord Hershey was his three knights of the Realm, three imposing figures ensconced in black platemail. The three were known as The Elleweythkeen, a name given to them by the Elves of Wonka, meaning "Death Statues," due to their stoic, fearsome appearance, shrouded in metal, mail and chain, showing not an inch of skin. They were known only by the names Perrin, Roeth and Obarion. They were an intimidating presence behind their dark lord.

The troops would be mobilizing soon. But who would emerge triumphant in Chocolatia? The creamy rich vanilla chocolate thralls of Lord Cadbury? Or the dark, solid chocolate troops of Lord Hershey?