The Further (Mis)Adventures of Princess Thumperhead started as a "post by email" that I wrote in college. When I moved away from school, the story widened and took on a different role for me, hence the Jester's Chronicles. Quite some time has past now and I find that I am returning to telling this weird little story, or The Trials. I suggest starting from the beginning. Some characters have been around that long...In April 2012, this story will turn 15. ....and Thanks for reading.

Saturday, June 13, 1998

Chronicles IX: The Spoils of War....

The Jester seeing a need to confer with D. Jazan, commandeered a chariot
and brought the both of them to the edges of Boones. The long ride had
taken its toll on the two men and sat down at the Governor's palace to
part take in some wine, women, and song. Many a wench did make her way
to the private chambers, their wiles such that Gef’Rey the Pious would
most certainly have died of embarrassment, if only he too had journeyed
forth with them. As the evening winded down for the night, the Jester
wandered off with a sprite of a girl as the two older men discussed
tactics and strategy. The spoke long into the night, and only broke to
make sure that the Jester was playing "nicely" with others.
As the wee hours crept over the city, the Jester dreamed of red headed
nymphs and wily bar wenches, D. Jazan slept uneasily. He awoke with a
start, and sought some fresh air to calm himself. As he stepped out
onto a balcony, had stumbled upon a pair or trio of assassins, about to
enter the Governor's chambers. Speaking ancient and power filled words
the Ars quickly dispatched the would be murderers, and having found the
calm he so richly craved fell into a deep slumber.
The next morning, the Jester rose and walked about the streets as he
often did when he was a citizen of Edwardoland. He came upon a healer's
tent, and wandered in out of curiosity. He saw lying there, amid
scratches and blood, a lady of the Edwardoland court, Lady Prim. She
would have been all but unrecognizable to any but the most closely
related to the court. The Jester paid for her care and had her moved to
the Governor's palace to be taken care of by the staff physician. She
could not speak, but in a whisper she rambled on about the flame, the
rocks, and the pain. With time, it was said that she may be cured.
In the mean time, Duke Decker sees his opportunity to seize the vacant
throne. He installs himself as King and moves to have the Parliament
reinstated. He moves rapidly, renovating the army and allying himself
with the local merchants and guild leaders. In less than 3 months he
has all but grid locked his position. Unfortunately, his supporters, the
Magpie Party, have their own agendas and have chosen to tell the King
the truth so that it best reflects their interests. The Magpies have
insinuated themselves very closely to the King, and it doesn't seem
likely that he'll rule against them on anything soon.

When the Jester and Ar' D. Jazan return from the journey south, they
find themselves, rather on the outs with the new political system. Even
the Slah-Kars have made efforts to run an opponent to the new system.

Also, there is a rumor that the Plague Wizard, Ramierez has found a way
to create life from death, and although his first one is a horror to
behold, it is said that he fancies the she-thing.

Coming soon:

**Ar' D. Jazan celebrates the King's installment.

**The Jester loses his mind.

**Gef’Rey part takes in a freak show.

**And the Jester travels to a new kingdom of Tem'pe, in the Land of