Unfortunately for the good people of Yargsbrorough, the old gods of the mountain have accepted the madman Beasley's claim to the throne of the old kingdom, six-thousand years dormant. Fortunately for him it means whatever he says is law for the domain of the mountain gods, an area about 32 miles square. Reality within this zone is his plaything. A lot of people would be very greatful to anyone who might go ahead and kill Beasley. Beasley would probably be ecstatic to have friends, or at least sycophants.
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