I’ve been enjoying putting together my Flesh-Eater Courts army. The background for this faction is incredibly cool. Here’s my writeup/interpretation of it.
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In the heart of a forgotten and mist-shrouded realm, nestled deep within the eerie woods, there lay a kingdom shrouded in darkness and delusion. This was the domain of the Ghoul King, ruler of the Flesh-Eater Courts, a macabre and twisted land that had long since lost touch with reality.
The Ghoul King, known as Veinoros Mordantglob, or Veinoros the Dilerious, was a figure of both dread and fascination among his subjects. He was a towering figure, his flesh adorned with ornate but decaying robes, his eyes gleaming with a madness that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of existence. His court was a place of grotesque feasts, where his loyal followers, the delusional ghouls, would gather to partake in their king’s peculiar form of communion.
Veinoros was utterly convinced that he ruled over a grand and opulent kingdom, where his court was attended by loyal subjects and opulent banquets were spread out in his honor. In reality, his kingdom was a decaying ruin, and his subjects were mere delusions born from his fractured mind. The feasts he believed to be sumptuous were, in truth, made up of the most foul and rotten scraps scavenged from the woods.
Yet, the ghouls reveled in their king’s delusions, for they too were ensnared by the web of madness that Veinoros wove around them. They saw their king as a god, a ruler blessed by the twisted spirits of the realm. Each of them believed they held a special place in the king’s court, performing absurd and nonsensical roles to please their ruler. A ghoul might believe himself a royal jester, while another imagined she was the keeper of the kingdom’s imaginary treasury.
Despite the utter absurdity of it all, there was a strange sense of unity among the ghouls. They found comfort in their shared delusions, and the king’s madness seemed to give them purpose in a world that had long forgotten them.
The outside world regarded Veinoros’ realm with a mixture of horror and pity. Travelers who stumbled upon the land were met with the unsettling sight of ghouls engaging in their bizarre rituals, wearing makeshift crowns and enacting their imaginary roles. Outsiders whispered of the ghoul king’s madness, but few dared to venture too close to the border of his kingdom.
And so, Veinoros the Delirious continued to reign over his delusional realm, lost in a never-ending spiral of madness and grandeur. The ghouls danced to his tune, their minds consumed by his illusions, and the outside world continued to shun the twisted kingdom hidden within the depths of the eerie woods. It was a tale of delusion and despair, a story of a king who ruled over a kingdom that existed solely in the fractured recesses of his own mind.
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