You are a ruler of a monarchy filled with revolts, mainly because of the continuous crisis waves that hit it, and you always managed to cope with it, except one time. One time, you were sitting on your throne, drawing like the kid you are while many complaints are being sent to you by the revolts, you keep drawing till a very fast poisonous dagger almost hits your face, you look up when you see a rather eye-catching revolution leader elf woman staring at you "We've had enough. Do something."