Once there was a prosperous little kingdom ruled over by a king with an appetite for conquest.  Simply ruling over his content little kingdom wasn't enough, so he decided to forge the mightiest army ever conceived and conquer all the lands from sea to sea!

  First he paid the Warriors of his kingdom to train his soldiers in the use of steel and plate.  The finest techniques of the sword, spear, hammer, and flail were taught to the soldiers, who learned their lessons well.

  Next the king comissioned the monks of his kingdom to teach his soldiers to fight without weapons, should they ever lose their armament in battle.  The simplest yet most effective techniques of the barefooted monks were taught to the soldiers of the king's army, who grew powerful and strong.

  For his army's next lesson, the king tithed a hefty sum to the local temples to have the clergy instill faith and zeal in his troops. His troops learned to both follow orders and fight for something larger than themselves from the priests of the faith.  Lessons well learned.

  Wizards were paid handsome amounts of glittering gold to teach the soldiers of the king's perfect army techinques and enchantments to resist spells flung at them.  When the wizards were finished, even the mightiest magics were no match for their resistence to the arcane.

  Wily rogues were then hired to teach the soldiers sneaky tactics and the art of entrapping your enemy in any manner of situations.  Secrets that cost the royal coffers dearly, but worth every coin.

  The soldiers learned all their lessons well.  The king was well satisfied that he had emptied his coffers to produce the finest fighting force ever seen.  His empire was dawning!  He marshalled his troops and ordered them to go forth and conquer all lands in his name!

  The initial reports from the field pleased the king greatly.  His army had marched into the neighboring kingdom and handily conquered them.  The king eagerly awaited word from the next conquest of his invincible army.  After a moon, the king thought sure the army had subjugated all the lands as far as the eye could see, though he had not heard word since the first conquest...

  The royal mood was devastated when a scout came crawling into the throne room, muttering about a horrendous defeat.  The king was baffled.  How could his army have been defeated?  The scout reported that the army had run out of supplies on its march to the second kingdom.  The warriors were unable to fight with no provisions, and were struck down like dogs by the enemy!

  The King was stupefied by this news.  In all his gifts to his kingdom to forge the perfect army, he had neglected to give the humble peasants of his lands the means to produce enough food to sustain his perfect army's conquest.  Now broke, defenseless, and having made enemies of his neighbors, the king's empire looked soon to be naught more than a small cell in one of his neighbor's dungeons, for he had neglected a simple lesson of war:

An army marches on its stomach.