When the last king took the throne, there were some who worried, perhaps rightfully so, about the legitimacy of his claim. Some who foresaw a failed reign, a short-lived regency of famine and disaster.
But this king, the so-called ‘Jester King,’ would prove to be even-minded and clever, if not strong of arm or constitution. His life was long, and under him the kingdom achieved a level of prosperity and justice not seen for an age. Under him, all men would be granted a fair chance at success in their endeavors.
But under the brightest lights, one finds deepening shadows. The corruption of Madness is not always dispersed by time, nor always kept low by heroes and kings.
Evil waits. It bides its time while good men strike each other down.
From the darkest grave, unwarmed by the sun, forgotten by all, something stirs. It takes its chance, and is birthed again into the world, heralded by tempest.
The Mad King has risen again.