By Corvax 13
The Mad Emperor
As the Dictator’s (or succession of Dictators) reign grinds on, he’ll squeeze the world with an ever-tighter grip, desperately trying to keep his ever-widening hold on the world, frantically trying to keep the Chaos at bay. At the very end, almost nothing of the noble champion will be left. His veneer will have worn away, and the whole world will see his naked evil. And, as he rattles out his last breath, the world will take note, but not mourn one who was once its greatest hero. The Empire will look to his Heir- the heir who has also been chosen and groomed, but not by Heaven, but rather by those Hags I keep bringing up. He will be lauded as a rescuer from the Dictator’s avarice and rapacity. But he doesn’t want to be a Predestined Hero. Or even a Dictator. He wants to be a Dark Lord.
He is the Mad Emperor.
The archetypal Mad Emperors from