Big props to whomever contributed to this piece of art.

-----------------------------------

Glikhardiz N'rhaka, the Mulligrubant, Monoculus Monarch, sits on his throne, high atop the Imperial Palace, pondering his dominion. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:25:57 +0000)

Catching his reflection in the shiny surface of his axe-blade, he pauses to admire his magnificence. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:25:58 +0000)

Relishing his tyrannic rule, his heart swells with pride at the blood he has shed, and the fools he has trampled into the dust. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:26:25 +0000)

Suddenly, the swell of pride becomes a throbbing pain which radiates down his left arm. The vision in his eye blurs, and he slumps in his throne his last breath gurgling in his throat. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:26:45 +0000)

As word spreads through the Imperial lands and beyond, there is a mixture of relief and grief. Orphans in Balator cheer and the Soul of Veran cackles in delight. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:27:14 +0000)

A squad of Imperial Centurions set the Emperor's remains onto a golden bier and march solemnly to the Imperial graveyard, where it is laid to rest. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:27:33 +0000)

Slowly a procession of Therans shuffle past, some to pay respects, others just to make sure he is really gone. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:27:53 +0000)

A strange coach draws up, barely big enough to hold a single occupant, yet, one after the other, a cadre of jesters dressed in garish colored clothes, jump from its doors. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:28:27 +0000)

Arrayed around the grave, they raise their marottes and shake them mockingly in unison. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:28:45 +0000)

'He who laughs last!' someone whispers. (Wed, 21 Feb 2018 08:29:04 +0000)