Lime, City of the Jester King

Across the way, east of harvest and past the ever-frozen bridge, sits a nation which once was lesser, ruled by greed and an iron fist. The mayor of the city was loyal to Nadine the scarred, a hero to many though she pillages every town she comes across. Nadine was loyal to the throne of Harvest. And so it was that Lime, then called Lerrin, was a part of the empire. The mayor of Lerrin was an awful man, ruling only by what would make him the most coin, cutting expenses in the city wherever he saw fit and only taking the earnings into his own pockets, never sharing with the people. His closest allies and advisors were his friends and family, all except for his poor bastard sun whom he made his jester. Well, the son one day decided he'd had enough and poisoned his father, taking his place. He was enough of a bastard that no one argued, except for those in the family who were being replaced. Those he dealt with in a similar, though more gory, fashion. Then he renamed the place lime, for some inexplicable reason, separated from the kingdom of Harvest, and declared that Lime was its own kingdom now. He has no advisers, has never been to war, and has never faced an assassination attempt. By all accounts, the people seem to love him. Lime is one of the happiest places in Venathel. Recently, however, there have been some odd rumors surrounding the jester king of lime. Odder than the usual rumors, that is. Some say he's been seen consorting with the fae, others that he's taken mysteriously ill. Whatever the truth is, he hasn't been seen much outside of his 'royal palace' lately.

Type

Geopolitical, City-state

Alternative Names

The Fool's City