A voice in the night called out to me, so I came to my bedroom's door
"Who goes there," I responded, tired, "What do you awake me for?"
"A message, my lord," a man replied, and handed me a sack.
I took it and looked to thank him, but he had faded into the black
I opened it and read, and the words chilled my spine
Of all the futures I had thought, that this would be mine
I gathered every ally I had, and built a mighty throne
Yet I knew when this horror came, I might as well stand alone
The words were writ in a hand quick, written in man's blood
A simple message, yet might as well warn Nephilim of the flood
It said "Stand in fear, ye who hear, dark tidings we bring
The coming hour shall know the power of Joseph, the Mad King"
Please update the map to account for the rightful rule of Joseph, High King of Chivalry over all things near and far.
