(OOC: This is just a little character development of the mad Jester showing that he is in fact insane and isn't just nihilistic. I tried to write him as crazy as I could while revealing some of his backstory.)

The Mad Jester paced back and forth, back and forth, back and forth the dementia affecting his mind and boiling over in his soul. He 
was muttering to himself, talking to himself having a conversation with… no one really. “The puny, peeeetty warlord broke my concentration, BROKE MY CONCENTRATION! Why can’t they see it, why don’t they understand, why don’t they see it? Why do people hold on to such falsehoods? Such [i]trifles[/i],” he raved speaking the last word with pure unadulterated venom, “Power, power, POWER, it’s as meaningless as love, only useful in the fact that it corrupts and causes men to… do things. Oh, God of Madness how you set me free from such trifles, how you have freed my soul from the pointlessness of the struggle! I too once sought the things of this world, those things that are meaningless. I had it all once Mad God, oh yes, how I had it all. Power, money, immortality, a loving family, maybe no friends, but I had EVERYTHING. Oh, but how I wanted more, how I wanted the forbidden fruit.” 

An image flashed in his mind of a beautiful dark skinned elf, so beautiful that she would take any man’s breath away. He then starting convulsing shaking violently trying to purge the beautiful elven maiden’s image from his mind, “No, no, NOOOO, they all called me insane back then… a freak, and they were right weren’t they. But… they're not here anymore, the age of elves has ended and those that are left have all crawled back into their little hole. I’m still here though aren’t I… I'M STILL HERE! And I no longer desire the things I desired in my youth. I am free. I have found the light, I have been born again, saved by the Mad God’s whispers in the dark. But it is not enough that I be saved, no the gospel must be spread to others. It must be spread to the Barbarian who hangs on to his honor, it must be spread to the warlord who hangs on to power, it must be spread far, and wide and disciples must be made to all men, and I will not stop until everyone is as batshit as I am, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA…. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA… HA HA HA HA….” The Mad Jester continued like this for a few hours laughing and shaking almost as if the man that once existed there was no more and some demented demon had taken his place