The Cult of the Crimson King
Little is known about this mysterious organization other than they are as widespread as they are insane. Their motives revolve around some cryptic doomsday prophecy somehow predicted by their mysterious leader the Crimson King.
“The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change, The tournament’s begun. The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sing; three lullabies in an ancient tongue, for the court of the Crimson King.”