Court of The Crimson King

Once long ago, the land of Lunarym was a noble, esteemed civilization of upper class aristocrats and royals living in tandem with the peasants and civilians of the sweeping valleys under it's control. Gaining it's name from the beautiful moon it's civilization grew closely under, it was a land of arcane and religious progress unfettered by the lands around it. Once long ago, the kingdom was ruled over by a king never destined for the position and with eyes only for his chosen queen, a beautiful maiden of lower class he had eyes for nonetheless. Once long ago, the kingdom of Lunarym was consumed by chaos and madness before being swallowed whole by the king’s grief given arcane manifestation, a necrotic wave of energy that wiped Lunarym from the map and the realm. Sitting despaired and alone in his throne room, the Crimson King lies motionless. What was once a man who spent every waking hour of his life aside his queen now sits without a light in the world, he has all the power his supporters sought for him but none of the will to lead nor exist beyond the powers that will him to.   Those who once aided his rule now seek their own selfish gains while he slumbers, their forms transfigured into abhumans and gheists and their hearts forever corrupted. Some among the court wish to bring the king back to his senses by returning his long deceased bride to life, others plot to rule the survivors' descendants themselves, either behind his back or in his stead. They squabble from the Crimson Keep’s balconies and corridors, posing their ideas or threatening one another, as the rumbling thunder above pounds the castle walls. The city below the keeps fractured gates, pounded by the rain, grasps at a semblance of civilization below the court viziers. The ruins amongst the undying mists that’s swept across Lunarym's outskirts, the pockets and areas left standing in the kingdom have become refuges for the surviving descendants that house a corrupted depiction of what once was. Most of the citizens that call these lands home seek not to thrive in the king’s shadow, but survive amongst the undead and mutant abominations that stalk their doorsteps.   The Crimson King stirs in his sleep, slowly being nudged awake by growing tensions in his courtroom and the arrival of new and old guests into his domain: adventurers. Once long ago, the kingdom of Lunarym was in need of saviors and heroes to rescue it from the destruction caused by its maddened king. Now, the kingdom of the Crimson King lays disturbed as adventurers from across the realms enter the darklord’s domain to end the suffering of the citizens within its foggy mists. The storm rises, changing on the wind as the kingdom’s remnants shall be changed forever. Heroes emerge from the mists to alter the shape of this land forever, and the king’s ancient corpse awakens for what may be one final time - Welcome to his court.