An intricate chessboard lay on a wooden board, its pieces positioned as though about to play a game. The pieces were carved with exquisite runes and sigils, giving them a mystical feel to them. The pawn held not a sword or any weapon, but rather carried an olive branch in his hand. The rook was literally a bird, just not a rook but rather, a dove. The knights were on horses with riding equipment. None of the pieces carried weapons.
The queen was particularly masterful, and caught peoples' eyes. The queen was pregnant, not bloated and disgusting, but peaceful and gave out an aura of contentment. The queen's hands did not hold their customary sword, but gripped her stomach lightly. The queen was smilling, and seemed to contain within her spring. All who saw it suddenly knew why the old adage was constantly stated, that patience is a virtue.
The king extended a hand towards his wife, lovingly and tenderly. His sword was replaced by a book entitled in small but beautiful words, Friendship. The bishop looked benevolent, and seemed to counsel the pawns on the virtues of peace. All in all, the set removed all war-like aspects of chess and replaced it with contentment, as if the two nations of black pieces and white pieces were close friends.
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