The Story Of The Jester (Darkest Dungeon Lore)
The entire tragic tale about the Jester. What can make a basic musician embark on a risky journey of sadness and desperation? The opening of this blog will be a sort of a greeting, since up to now, I've been only attracted to Stopgame for its YouTube channel. Therefore, I recommend that you start by reading the first part that is highlighted (probably because it's the norm however, it's my debut blog therefore I'll explain things for beginners and in general for me =D). If you are a fan of the blog, go back to this post and read the introduction, in which I discuss my background and introduce myself to you. If you aren't a fan of the blog, I'll spare you a couple of minutes of your time. day I decided to try some work that was creative as a pastime and decided to focus on editing videos.
My first attempt was a badly edited (thus still funny according to me) video with the guise of a funny review. My friends were supportive of me and my brother suggested: "man, you should post your work on stopgame." The next day, I discovered that stopgame is an enormous platform that includes streams articles, memes blogs, and other blogs on different topics Stopgame is everywhere. It tweets Youtube, youtube, VK, even having its own website which my brother introduced me to. I missed the chance to become acquainted with you. Why? Because to create an initial video an accomplishment but writing an entire blog or article is a serious thing (I was thinking). Yes, and I found the blog post content that is amusing, for website, it appeared to me to be a bit silly (people have fun). It took me a while to get through the giggles and hahashek, I moved to some other thing that seemed more or less significant. After some attempts to be funny (which I'm determined not to stop trying) I decided to give it a go in the role of a Loreologist. I set out to create videos about the mythology from The Legacy of Kain universe. The reel is captivating and fascinating, however, regardless of how the game is based around timeline travel leaves numerous holes that must be filled. the whole thing seemed reasonable and rational (I'm not stupid enough to create terrible content for my 10 viewers on YouTube) So far, attempts to discuss this vast and complicated universe failed at the beginning of the beginning of the second reel. this really irritates me. (BUT there was a recent sequel Darkest Dungeon was released, however, the critics were disappointed to find it to be not the best-rated.
The Internet is full of (I did embellish a bit) with reviews of the game, however, when asked about the story of the game, not anyone spoke. It was the second section that the developers have dedicated more of their time to the mercenaries themselves who battled to save the planet (or the world's money) with names players don't even know. I decided to rectify this oversight, and slowly introduce my readers to the story of the characters from Second Darkest Dungeon. So, now I can tell you that I'm somewhat proficient in audio processing and mixing, as well as text writing as well as video editing and can be sharing my work without any shame (but with a touch of enthusiasm). So, I'm able to say that I wish you a wonderful viewing or reading experience, and any feedback or suggestions you make can be a great source of relief for my soul.). The curtain is opening. Everybody around town knew Sarmentius. He was a lazy man with no purpose or desire in life, simply walking through the streets, and playing his music to people passing by. Every day , he played concerts in the market and tried to make coins before security attempted to arrest him for infractions of vagrancy. When he was again escorted out of the area of shopping the man was found in an uninhabited part in the center of town. There, his keen ears heard an intoxicating tune that was heard from behind the fence of a cemetery nearby.
Attracted by the music and enthralled by the music, he walked around among the tombstones, sliding across stones in an effort to find the musician. In the midst of the graveyard, he stumbled upon an insane violinist dressed in a period costume and playing his beautiful tune while seated on a gravestone in a grave that had been dug. As he spotted Sarmentius who was sitting there, the man was smirking with an unflattering smile and showed his weak, decayed teeth. He started playing the melody again for the new person he was listening to. Sarmentius believed that he could discover this ethereal tune from the old mad man and claim to be the sole creator. The ambition that was languishing within his for so long invigorated. He sounded the strings, screamed in a flurry of fantasies about fame as well as the spotlight... as well as reverence... Repetition after the violinist was challenging, and every error was made by him to suppress while mocking the young rogue, pushing him into a state of despair. However, his determination did not allow Sarmentius abandon his efforts at once, but his anger and pride overwhelmed him. His hands played notes to catch up to the speed of the violinist. Eventually the incessant melody was stuck in his head like the melody was familiar from the beginning of his life. Upon playing the last chord, the vagabond's eyes opened and saw that there was no one at the spot of the mad old man and the grave that was dug was dug. One day later, Sarmentius was out in the market square for the second time. His melodies enthralled the general citizens of the city.
He performed in whole concerts, was bathed in flowers and avocations He achieved something could only imagine prior to. When news of his amazing talent made it to at the royal palace, he received a commissioned to entertain the king as well as the court. Expecting an amazing performance and an awe-inspiring ovation but he was disappointed to discover that he had become the object of ridicule and ridicule. After they had a meal and consumed drinks the elegant crowd tormented and mocked him. They also subjected to an insanity-inducing sequence of pathetic and dangerous humiliations. Not able to bear the humiliation, Sarmentius unleashed his wrath on the audience and the instrument and played the tune like an uncontrollable man in unbridled anger. His mind was clouded and all he could see in the surrounding was notes that swam around his body in a dance. They disintegrated one after the other. It was the music of the dead which was worthy of respect. While he played his lute, he muffled it and kneeled down to the ground, he soaked himself in the loud applause of the blood pouring out. The horrifying sight of disfigured corpses pushed him into the brink of laughter. He continued to laugh, leaning the cold blade of the knife against his fingers to try and disengage from the odd talent he experienced so briefly.
However, the jester was unable to achieve this. He wandered off aimlessly from the hall, laughing and humming fragments of an untuned tune which he could not quite recall. In the comic book that was dedicated to the initial part there is only a brief glimpse about the conclusion of this fantastic story.