The festivities of Australis Empirica were no small thing. Grand parties, dancing in town squares, colors and sights and sounds of jollity. But the Castle boasted the loudest music, the funniest jesters, the most extravagant masks of festival. Only in the Jester King's domain could one get truly lost in the joy.

Jerikol's mask was worthy of a king, for he bore the crown of the Empire. A mask of porcelain white, gold, and the most vibrant purple, framed with feathers like a decorative bird. His garb, also worthy of a king, was purple and blue, accented with golden feathers. A great feathered cape trailed behind him as he danced and sang.

He mingled among his subjects, blending in, though all could see that he was the Emperor, the Crown of Joy.