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In an age immemorial, there once stood a great kingdom, ruled by a godly king and queen of equal greatness. Within their throne room, they were surrounded by a royal court:
The Advisor — who gave council to the king.
The Timekeeper — who measured and maintained all time in the kingdom.
The Chamberlain — who bore the keys to kingdom, overseeing every threshold.
The Undertaker – who interred the kingdom's dead.
The Butcher — who assimilated adversaries within his flesh.
The Alchemist — who created materials and remedies for the kingdom.
The Oracle — who supervised the safety of the Court members with their foresight and abilities.
The Herald — who spread the word of the kingdom and its people.
The Scribe — who kept and recorded all texts in the kingdom.
The Priestess — who healed those who were in need, physically and mentally.
The Lady in Waiting — who tended to the needs of the court.
The Regent — who commanded authority in the king's stead.
The Muralist — Who honored the Court with works of art.
The Artisan – Who crafted and forged the tools and weapons of the kingdom.
The Bard — who composed and played the music of the kingdom.
The Prince — who was to inherit the throne by right of blood.
The Knight — who waged war upon all adversaries of the kingdom.
The Jester — who entertained the king with his humorous performances.
A golden crown rested upon the head of the king, forged as a symbol of his power. With his soldiers enforcing his rule throughout the realms, he long reigned prosperously.
However, like many things, this prosperity did not last. The prince grew restless, believing his father became complacent after maintaining peace for so long. He had his own vision of a perfect kingdom, a larger and more powerful one. But the king, content with the current state of affairs, did not share this vision. The advisor, with resentment of his own towards the king, used this as an opportunity to further his goals. He whispered ideas into the ear of the prince, who then began to covet the crown for himself as a means to bring his vision to life. And so, the prince and the advisor conspired to overthrow their king and raise a new, more formidable kingdom.
The advisor channeled a power beyond himself to forge a tapestry of death and decay within the heart of a black sun – a Defiled Crown, standing as the very antithesis to the king's crown. The Defiled Crown birthed plague of corruption, sweeping all throughout the realms and destabilizing them. The effects were devastating and immediate, twisting the once-beautiful kingdom into a series of liminal hellscapes. The king lost much power and influence, and as a result was greatly weakened. The prince took advantage of the king's vulnerability and imprisoned him within Tartarus. But before the prince could claim the crown for himself, the rest of the royal court put a stop to his plan, banishing him from the palace. Without their king, nor any apparent successor, the remnants of the royal court were fractured and went their separate ways. Yet even without a king, nor a court, the kingdom's soldiers loyally defended their crown, battling the traitorous advisor and sealing him away. Despite this victory, the Corruption remained, and the soldiers proved to be no match for its wrath as they fell. As a repayment for their loyalty, the Crown resurrected the fallen soldiers as gilded warriors. They waged war against the corruption over many years, and in the end, they ultimately triumphed, completely eradicating it.
And so, up to present, a headless crown rests upon a vacant throne, awaiting a worthy wearer to succeed rulership over The Backrooms.
Author Mctoran Artist: SomeGuyCasual