It all began with a singular and since regretted comment. After this seemingly harmless comment, Woist Diebank, the beloved, was sentenced to a week in the depths of the jail. Allowing to keep his possessions and his horse(who has since deserted him and joined another jail gang), he was issued only a lute.
He soon began to practice the lute, attempting to master it.
After fruitless hours of macroing practicing this lute with no gains, he soon fell into despair. He became crazy, laughing wildly and counting the stones in his cell. He was one day confronted with a cell mate, whom he instantly befriended.
But his "friend" soon saw his craziness, and demanded to be moved. The gaolers, who knew how crazy the bigot Woist was, assented to this move. This furthered Woist down the paths into the dark realms of insanity. He soon began constantly schemeing, attempting to find ways to get out of his dark pit.
Some of these schemes were less than savory, and were often met with mad resistance.
They didnt help progress Woist in any way, besides giving him a stinging sensation in the eye. Next, he came up with a clever way, to attempt to get the media involved by doing publicity stunts.
But these also failed, leaving Woist to despair. His insanity took him fully one day, and he lost any ambition for life. This caused him to violenty retake his horse back, and to attempt to leave by force. He soon had a plan, he put fully into effect.
He was soon apprehended again, and forced back into his cell. But the insanity of Woist hasnt lessened, and God only knows what will happen next!