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Gruesome tradition

A throwback to a savage past

Twelve vye for power

In the corridors lurk and duel

Littered with corpses

Of contenders who tried and failed

Every one a warrior

Youth of choice from their noble house

Assault!

They bleed in the darkness

A ruler to anoint – No no!

They kill in the darkness for…

The Mask of Command

Skulk in the palace

Daggers soothed, bared for the strike

Ominous trial

Test your wits and will to survive

No room for mercy

Rage and murder, the finest tools

Eleven bodies

Join the feeble host of the slain

Assault!

Walk like a ghost through the mirrored inner halls

One dons the Mask – monarch absolute by decree

In a fortress – his name secret – secluded tyrant rise!

Among carrions – to hold court now – with former rivals’ bones