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In the land of Jrintin, things seemed to be flourishing for the villagers and their four rulers. Each kingdom was established based on a certain persona which would benefit Jrintin as a whole and the rulers made sure to maintain the balance even if there were a few petty squabbles between one another. The four personas which were deemed most important by the Ancestrals was Knowledge (Cognitio), Elegance (Elegantia), Optimism (Beatitudo), and Mischief (Conturbatio). These four key traits were incorporated years before and as far as anyone knew, things were just as perfect as they had always been.
This proved to be wrong.
Due to a sudden death within the kingdom of Conturbatio (the King of Mischief was faced with an incurable illness), there was a sudden uproar over whom would be selected next to take on the task. The situation worsened when the Ancestrals who ruled over everyone selected a mere child for the role, tasking the kid with an opportunity that was considered to be too important to take on. As expected, there was a sudden anger within the people of Jrintin who believed that the new ruler was not fit nor mature enough to handle his responsibilities and the rulers of the other Kingdoms chose not to comment on the choice. Soon enough with some form of finesse, the Ancestrals were able to convince the commoners to accept their choice for Conturbatio and although there were still harsh feelings, no one was illiterate enough to complain.
With that, life went on albeit a bit slowly. The new King of Conturbatio was somehow able to manage his role well and although it came as a surprise to most, they begrudgingly accepted this new dynamic. The rulers of Jrintin all worked quietly behind the scenes, successfully maintaining their positions and upholding Jrintin.
That is, until a new persona came along. Claiming to be the carrier of Honesty, the cloaked figure graced themselves upon the metaphorical doorstep of the Kingdom belonging to the Ancestrals. Once there, no one knew what went on except they later found out that the supposed 'Truthspreader' was worthy enough to be trusted although no one bothered to delve into details. What was really occurring was far worse than anyone possibly imagined. Ever since the anonymous 'Truthspreader' made his/her presence known in Jrintin, things seemed to take a sudden downfall. Crops began to die, people were starting to become ill, and a heavy cloud of despair settled over everyone.
No one could place their finger on what had gone wrong and although the rulers were keen on reassuring everyone, they too were confused as to why there was a sudden decrease in motivation. Once more, this situation was considered coincidental...until the Ancestrals completely disappeared from their position in their kingdom and nothing was right anymore.
It was as if a switch had been clicked, as if everything ceased to be right. Darkness spread over the land, the villagers began dropping dead within their homes without a cause as to why, people who had managed to survive the ugly spread of disease lashed out on one another and war broke out, the villagers began questioning why the rulers were not doing anything and started to accuse them of treason. Although each ruler worked day and night to fix this dreadful situation, they were overruled and banished by a large and particularly angry mob.
The thrones were abandoned, disorder was evident, and Jrintin was on the brink of collapse. Until the Truthspreader returned. Somehow, the villagers fell under a spell of sorts and were hypnotized the promises of prosperity and wealth...they succumbed to the cloaked figure's whims and Jrintin went to Hell. The Truthspreader was a liar and a rotten coward, placing every villager under a tyrannical rule and killing anyone who dared to disobey. Rebellions were prominent however there was something about the man/woman which made people follow blindly. Meanwhile, the rulers were both panicked and angry with their circumstances.
It had been too easy..as if guided by an invisible hand. What were they to do? Bide their time? Return and demand their thrones back? Little did they know that there were still some who remained loyal and on the edge of the city, the rulers were led to a confined hut filled to the brim with variations of townspeople who were willing to help.
They were going to rebuild, to restore everything, to overthrow the Truthspreader.
But could they really?
