Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170403193531

"Mercer Island was a state park before the war.  Radiation didn't clear the lake or most of the towers in the city, and no one lived here to begin with.  It was left virtually untouched.  It also had a large deposit of granite, rich woods, and plenty of equipment left over for managing the park and from previous construction efforts.  The DeVane family got Mercer Island started.  But the Crimson King..." The Fool gestured to what was around them and beyond, "he's what made it like this.  Forty years ago, it looked only vaguely akin to what you see today."

They came to the large, brass, double doors of the keep, which the Jester pushed open.

"Please, come inside, come inside.  That's where the party really starts.  Right, Billy?" The Jester grinned at William as he held one door open for them to enter.

The doors opened immediately into a massive throne room. Empty except for support pillars, Red Handsmen standing at attention, and a throne, it was clearly more of a status symbol than anything. A large yellow rug led right up to the throne, which sat up on a dias. It was gilded wood with red velvet cushions sown into the back and seat of he chair. It currently sat empty, the Crimson King was apparently not in attendence.