I think, for now at least, the Court is finished:
Steed galloping over green fields / loping barefoot under the dark bowers.
Sun glinting on silvery armour / filthy claws and fetid breath.
Lance crashing into the shield of a worthy foe; a fellow knight / skull "helmet" smashing the ribs of a terrified, defenceless victim.
Moldforth the Joker of Spades - lowly Crypt Ghoul. Servant of Mudshroud and Mordgrave, The Kyng and Quene of Spades.