The Shame of Defeat (event)
Somehow, against all odds, the might of Adabyss has been defeated by unwashed primitives. Despite my commands, my best efforts, I have been forced to watch my ambitions crumble to dust as these barbarous northerners unimaginably won against the grand Mósëku Limpegail, their primitive spears overwhelming the vast army of skilled autocrossbowmen, their Magi knocking airships from the sky, and even the great golems laid low by their determination and numbers. With such a defeat, even a recoverable one, I showed the people of the north that Adabyss is defeatable, and as soon as word of this defeat reached the capital, the order for my recall was issued.
My army became my jailors, marching me southwards, where I was paraded as an incompetent traitor before every city along the route, the jeering crowds hurling insults as I was marched through the grand avenues of Adabyss. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of defamation and shaming, I was brought to the City of Golden Statues, gazing one final time upon its grand spires before reaching my fate. After a brief proclamation, in which all of the evidence of my failure is read aloud, I am brought before one of the great Golden Statues. As it raises its fist, I imagine what could have been.
And in an instant, all is black.