An Experiment

So I tried a whole new style with the Chronicles. (Inspired somewhat by the writings of Nikolas) Tell me your thoughts.

Chronicles (Maybe?) Chapter 50

The King of the Rats was not typically susceptible to conventional subversion, the ordinary assassination plots, the contrived attempts at the usurpation of his position, games of the mind that would ordinarily foil even the iron-willed and iron-minded of rulers. No, Nikoulasse was an unusually clever and quick-to-his-wits type of fellow who always remained one step ahead of all his foes, calculating and manipulative as they come. His incredible intelligence was not masked by any type of feigned modesty or apprehension, rather, he delighted in making many a mockery of whoever dared to stimulate his voracious mental appetite. In the realms of history, he was unparalleled in knowledge, an expert in fields as far-reaching as the colonisation of Isselande to the Matthiac Accords of 1012. Yet there was one fatal weakness in his personality: a great and insatiable weakness for all types of Magical Games--the type which draws one in and clutches one's mind with its alluring colours and sounds. One in particular, a "beast-taming" game, which delighted Nikoulasse like no other, appeared in the form of a suspicious-looking parcel from "A Friend". Paying no heed to its glaringly bad packaging and shady senders, he tore into it with the passion that only a madman can attain. Once the first ethereal plume of brilliant, magical lights and colours burst forth into the air, vanishing as quick as it came, Nikoulasse could not resist. It consumed his hours and days. Nikoulasse was driven to the brink of madness, tottering dangerously to the pit of eternal despair. His appearance betrayed him, as his once youthful and energetic face sagged, grew grey and tired, and his beard, left unattended and unchecked in its growth, now entangled and ensnared his chin like terrible vines. It was only with the help of his Rat-Advisors, armed with copious amounts of cold water and whiskey and "elf dung", was Nikoulasse able to realise his senses and assume his throne once again. Now recovered from his "period of self-discovery" as the papers put it, he was able to devote considerable efforts to the pursuit of the fiend who had sent the diabolical parcel. Never was he able to track down the man, though he had an immense suspicion that his "friend" was no other than an agent of King Kessler's own spy corps, determined to undermine the Rat-King from within.