The Bound Man.

The Bound Man walks the earth, searching for the Key, or the Bladed Hand.

The Key is hidden, stolen away by the Pregnant Mother to taunt him.

The Father sits upon the Throne of Mysteries, looking down upon the Pregnant Mother with shame in his eyes.

The Mother sits to the side of the Father, not looking at anything, her eyes blinded long ago, devoid of emotion.

The Behemoth lumbers in the footsteps of the Changling, seeking a good mel.

The Changling follows the Bound Man, seeking a good meal also.

The Bladed Hand moves across the Map, once the Guide, cutting it into agonising ribbons.

The Tempest moves wherever the Night Watchman goes, following him and raining down upon him.

The Sun and Moon spin across the earth, making the Deep and the Mighty tremble.

The Deep just wants to be left alone, but The Legion drink from him.

The Mighty sits alone, awaiting the battle.

The Legion madly run whichever way the deem appropriate, as long as the Catcher doesn't get them.

The Catcher works for the Bladed Hand, seeking blood for his lord.

The Starchild sits, crying rivers of crystal tears, his voice that of the gods themselves.

The Flame jumps through the Ancient Forest, burning it's back and front.

The Shield and Spear lie in the hands of the Jealous Knight and the Slothful King.

The Jealous Knight seeks to become King.

The Slothful King looks to slumber longer than the world has lived.

The Madman leads the legion into battle.

And the World spins slowly around these fated tragedies.

Only the Bound Man will survive, to sit upon the Throne of Loss and hold the Orb of Chance.

He is the most tragic of all.