A long time ago, in a kingdom ever so far from here laid a peaceful little kingdom by the name of Dottngheim. It was here that a handsome and burly king by the name of Reginald Von Dottingsby ruled lovingly over the kingdom's people.
One bright sunny day, the king met a fair maiden by the name of Sophia Dottingson, the daughter of a wealthy merchant from the Isle of Dottsworth. The two quickly fell in love and were soon wed, making the fair Sophia queen of Dottingheim. She was beloved by all, a true patron for charity who always donated time and resources to those in need. The once happy kingdom now soared into a state of utopia and it would see that King Reginald would rule forever!
Several years later, the king and queen procreated, giving birth to a young and dashing son who they named Stephen. He was a prodigy sent down to Dottingheim from the Gods, the top of his class, a wooer of women, a connoisseur of the fine arts and an excellent fighter. He was burly, handsome, wealthy and caring. Donning a ravishing top hat and monocle, Prince Stephen became a blessing to all, his gorgeous mustache and marvelous muscles captivated the townspeople, causing them to elect him as the one true protector of Dottingheim.
When the prince struck the age of 17 he became the commanding officer of Dottingheim's elite band of knights. Under his leadership the kingdom was safe from all threats for the next four years, causing young Stephen to become an absolute legend. Why it is said that he slayed the thousand guardians of the Underworld merely by flexing his burly muscles and gorgeous mustache.
However, as the old saying goes, all good things must eventually come to an end. On the prince's 21 birthday the town was attacked by none other than the barbaric alliance of Dottington and Dottle. They struck Dottingheim in the middle of the night, the kingdom under siege by the sheer volume of arrows and catapults the enemy had acquired since the prince's birth.
Raising his mighty sword, the prince fearlessly led the kingdom's elite three hundred knights in against the massive army of their attackers. The battle that ensued was long, bloody, horrifying. Casualties on both sides including the prince's parents, who's bed chambers had been struck by a catapult early into the invasion.
Three days passed and the once lush green landscape that was Dottingheim was now nothing more than a dark brown from the dried blood that coated it. Houses were reduced to ash and corpses littered the streets. Castle Dottingheim was in rumble and with the exception of a few lucky souls, Prince Stephen was the only one to survive. Horrified by the tragedy that had befallen his home, Stephen fled the kingdom in pursuit of a life away from those who would be out for his head.
After seven years of travelling, the now wise Stephen found sanctuary in a tiny forest village known as Dotton. It was here that he made love to a fair dot woman and had children... four to be exact. Their names were Dot, Dotty, Dottette and DotDot. When the children were merely toddlers, their mother succumbed to a horrible disease that ended her life abruptly. This left wise Stephen, who hides his origins under the ruse of the name Steve, to care for the children in their lovely wood cottage.
What happened to them after is lost to woes of time, though legend speaks of them surviving a great flood and discovering a new oasis to call home.
I was think about how you said it was getting harder for you to come up with Dot names. Maybe you should start new people like the squares from Squaresville! Or the Trianglers of Tri-town! lol.
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