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<span class="mu-s">Twink</span> is the closest. As an Elf, a Fighter, and well acquainted with the whole party- perhaps even a defacto leader- he decides to be the one to claim the Crown.
As he steps forward, the young(ish) elf reaches over the corpse of the once mighty King of the Woad- a great and important historical figure. So ancient, that few among even his long race would know or remember anything about- but a legendary figure. He reaches his hand over the corpse, his slender and dexterous fingers closing around the crown, and pulling it free from the decaying, matted hair of the old king. He pulls it closer to his body- only for a hand to shoot from below around his arm.
<span class="mu-b">“....Mine... Mine!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">”-Alive!? He's alive!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”GIVE IT BACK!”</span>
The Elf King looks up at Twink with a look of pure hatred and greed- as though this possession was the one and only thing that he ever cared about. In a blind panic, Twink twists his arm and the ancient king's hand cracks. The rest of him lurches forward, and upon the floor he topples- and becomes nothing but dust. As soon as it began, it was over. The King was <span class="mu-i">never</span> dead. Elves are immortal creatures- simply sitting in this chair, stewing in this darkness and shriveling to nothing... For so long. And so, his reign is now over.
Then, the party hears a voice. It's a soft, chiming voice that fills the air- and then they realize it is coming from the crown in Twink's hands. Moreso, it's the light itself that is speaking. It flickers as it goes- filling them all with a sense of wonder.
<span class="mu-i">”It is been so long since I have felt the touch of a different of the wretched Elf-Kind. Ala, like all immortals, so foolish to believe things can stay the same forever- until the darkness that haunts me filled this place and consumed him. But perhaps, you will be different. Perhaps you will free me.”</span>
