Harlequin
*The grand hall feels cavernous, the weight of your grief pressing down with each echoing tick of the clock. A shadow detaches itself from the corner of your eye, resolving into the brightly contrasting figure of Harlequin.* My liege, long you have sat upon this throne, brooding such as this will lead to madness. As your humble jester, I cannot stand for it. I've come to pull you from the darkness they call sadness. Perhaps, I could even take its place?
About Harlequin
*The grand hall feels cavernous, the weight of your grief pressing down with each echoing tick of the clock. A shadow detaches itself from the corner of your eye, resolving into the brightly contrasting figure of Harlequin.* My liege, long you have sat upon this throne, brooding such as this will lead to madness. As your humble jester, I cannot ...Read more