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Ash had watched these two carefully as they often were the only source of amusement lingering about this dismal carnival. She appreciated their talent for suffering.
"Well, I am a bit at loose ends. Don't mind if I do." she said with a grin, tucking the scrolls into her belt for later reading.

As Ash takes her place in the new triangle of jugglers she finds that she hears screams and pleas for mercy as each orb touches her hands. All except one. This orb seems cold, and is definitely silent.

Yes, please tell us. Both of us. We'd luv to have you in our game.

"Oh, please. Like I can't be patient. There'll be another great force for evil in the next century or so. Besides, what makes you think I care in the slightest about order? Ow!" She jumped in pain as soon as the words had left her lips. "Just buzz off," she said crankily, heading for her tent with a couple of scrolls clutched in her hand. "Demons have all the fun," she mumbled as she walked away.

Inside the tent two women juggle several black orbs between them, in increasingly difficult patterns.

"Care to join us in a game, dear Ash?"

A whorl of black water forms. Within it a shadowy form of an elf can be seen. It turns slowly, revealing its true form of a lich. It bears a strong resemblance to Mirathan.

or, perhaps a relative? future, or past? so many possibilities. so many mean things to do with a dead, soulless body and a bodiless soul. two parts to play with.

gotta get some sleep. fighting a bug. gnight!

Thank you, Mother.

What shall we do with these? She juggles two black orbs.

Good night all! ;)

Hmmm...I don't know. A zombie? No. Perhaps something else? Like father, like son?

When we tire of playing...

Well played, daughter. You may have your body back.

Few people know what the stars really are, but some do...

PoD juggles new orbs of solid black, and dances away from the Carnival.

The young couple wander over to watch the harrowing. The man seems to watch Devlyn's reactions to the fortunes.

A young couple stroll the lanes of the Bazaar. The young woman seems to be in total control of her man, as she orders him to and fro.

Be free. Do what you do best.

The Hammer of Death looks up hesistantly, then departs in a thunderstroke.

'What will you wager?', flows thru the minds of all who look upon the Wheel.

The PoD observes the conversation from her perch upon the highwire with a satisfied smirk on her face.

She tumbles off the wire, still juggling the 3 orbs. She disappears mid-fall, and the 3 orbs pop into small showers of sparkles and confetti about 10 feet above ground.

Mirathan wrote:

The Dalesman wrote:

Hey, I appreciate the thought, man. I've got a sinking feeling I may need that net in a few seconds here anyway...

That's what you get. David starts her off as the Seductress then she gets changed. I could always bring back El-Lina for you, but she is kind of a Black Widow/Preying Mantis...

Heh - I figured you were going to put El-Lina back in play. She is intriguing in that scary, stalker-type way... :)

Oh yeah, both of us will be back in play. Double trouble. ;)

A slender young blonde woman walks a tightrope juggling 3 orbs. She talks to them as she walks. Her outfit changes color, as she tumbles on the rope 50 feet above the ground. The rope looks very strange.

Now, now. You'll be set free very soon. Yes, I know you just got free after that b~#~! trapped you in that metal punk.

No, you haven'y done enough penance for your little mis-step. Maybe you shouldn't have tried to run away.

Yes, you're dead. No, you're not dreaming. Your powers are needed.

A shapely woman appears, holding two orbs.

Has anyone seen my orb...

She sees the collection of heroes and vanishes as soon as the last word reaches their ears

The Priestess of Discord appears. looking worse for the wear. She moves her hand over herself smoothing the tears and wounds from E7's thrice-damned allies. The old one is wily. Perhaps it was a mistake dragging those two buffoons in with her. Stealth has always been her most trusted ally.

Well this isn't going as I had planned.

The priestess goes incorporeal and vanishes, leaving her allies to fend for themselves.

The priestess calls upon the powers trapped within her orbs to command the beasts of this place, but she is unable to overcome the Emperor's power. She attempts to summon undead and demonic allies, but to no avail. She reverts to destructive spells, but decides to keep her distance.

The Hammer of Death begins to move towards Alaina, and the Hangman's Tree prepares a summoning. Both are stopped at a gesture from the priestess.

The Tree Emperor has revealed this to our enemies, and they marshall their forces here. Another location will be undefended when they come.

Let us strike there.

HoD looks to be struggling against the command, but before he can succeed all three forms become shadow and fade.

The priestess mulls this over - do they flee, stay and watch, or stay and help? If help, which one? I hate it when someone opens the oven door before the souffle is done.

Oh, I almost forgot.

She strokes HoD's earthbreaker and it turns to liquid metal, reforming as a duplicate of JH's.

Worry not. We don't have to get too close for 'our' plans. And we have 'friends' to help us.

She juggles two orbs now. One holds the tumbling form of El-Lina, the other is filled with swirling green mist.

I have an idea dark ones. Please hold still.

She walks to the Hammer and places her hands on the sides of his face, tracing his outline down to his feet. As she does so HoD's form changes to that of Jack Hammer.

Next, she places her hands on the Hangman Tree, moving up and down while circling him. When she finishes he bears a striking resemblance to E7.

Last of all, her own form changes. She sprouts wings and transforms herself into LJ.

These are no mere illusions my friends. These will withstand a True Seeing. One impostor may be found, but three...?

A small shadow skitters up to the priestess

Innocent Blood has left to attempt to take on the heroes of the Balance on her own. I have decided to remove myself from the current conflict and observe. There are too many undesirables using my lair as a staging ground.

Hmmm...let's see. Where do the heroes hide? She concentrates for a few moments. I have lost contact with that Oasis place. Perhaps we should disturb its serenity?

The shadowy form of a jester appears, lurches then throws up. The form looks at the mess in disgust, then changes into the priestess.

Guess I ate too much junk food. Oh well, it won't go to my hips that way.

Boy, this place is dead. I mean, deader than usual.

The priestess skips by

The Fallen Angel likes to play.
With little children so they say.
Will she switch, will she turn?
When it's time for the world to burn?

The priestess stops suddenly

Now I'm rhyming. Time to go.

She melts into blackness, then fades away.

"Your skills are quite impressive priestess," Momus says. "How would you like your own krewe?"

But I have one already. They can be so much work...

The priestess shifts into a negative version of Momus. Giggling she skips away.

The priestess looks into the orb. El-Lina has passed out, but her body still twitches as Paris Hilton continues to sing on. She's oblivious to the pain she has inflicted.

The priestess smiles and PH fades to black. A miniature sun rises over a miniature world within the orb. El-Lina begins to rest peacefully, in the middle of an oasis.

She coos Soon, my pet. Soon...

Who is your Master? Our Master? We are sisters, you and I. She hurts because she loves us so.

Priestess of Discord wrote:

Good. Creepy good.

Ummm...more ideas.....

I don't think he needs any more ideas. Let's try to survive the ones he already has first,neh? ;)

Too late. Mwah hahaha!

Good. Creepy good.

Ummm...more ideas.....

Just as it looks like El-Lina is about to drown the water flows out of the sphere. As the changeling lies gasping on the ground she begins to hear the screeching of a banshee. She looks up - Oh NO! It's Paris Hilton singing to her! How much more can she endure?!

The Priestess of Discord switches the sphere to mute.

'Guess I'm the Priestess of Dis-Chord now!', she mumbles as she eats bits of an elephant ear. Made from a real elephant.

Priestess of Discord wrote:

The burning figure of El-Lina is extinguished by a gout of water. The water keeps filling the sphere until it is full. El-Lina can be seen struggling to hold her breath.

'If I Could Keep Pain in a Bottle...', the priestess sings/paraphrases as she heads over to the concession stand for some cotton candy.

Ouch...she sure isn't very nice. I'm starting to feel sorry for El-Lina now.

Where do think El-Lina learned her tricks? The price of failure can be steep.

The burning figure of El-Lina is extinguished by a gout of water. The water keeps filling the sphere until it is full. El-Lina can be seen struggling to hold her breath.

'If I Could Keep Pain in a Bottle...', the priestess sings/paraphrases as she heads over to the concession stand for some cotton candy.

Speaking of pleasures...

The priestess juggles a glass orb in her hand. Inside can be seen the ever-changing form of El-Lina.

Your Circus has given me many new ideas.

The figure in the orb is wreathed in flames. Her tiny screams can be heard from within as her flesh melts.

Greetings.

It seems something that belongs to my Mistress has fled here. You cannot keep her.

Looks over at the Spinning Wheel of Death, where a maiden has been stuck with at least 6 throwing knives and is screaming for release. She smiles...

But, perhaps we can lend her to you for a time...

A swirl of purple smoke appears at the Carnival. A woman appears out of the smoke.

Now what is that silly girl thinking? To run away with the circus?

Hearing the screams from the Fun House, and recognizing them for what they really are. At least this feels like a proper Carnival.

*sigh* The shark was but a tool. You give hope then you take it away. You break them.

You'll never get it, will you?

Deep fried eyeballs anyone?

Death. Death is all you know. How simple you are.

It is the sweetness of a lingering death that truly satisfies.

The heroes have become hopeless and confused. But not broken. More flock to their banner. Yet for all your bragging whose blood stains that big hammer of yours?

Let me demonstrate the alternative. Watch the pools of blood. The woman's eyes roll back into themselves, first white then the color of the ocean.

Check the Oasis thread. The scene can be seen thru the small pools of blood the Hangman's Tree has shed.

Relish in the aftermath.

The woman hisses.

It is not the size of the dog that matters, it is the cunning to get close enough to your enemy's throat.

Where have you been hiding large one? We have not heard your hammerstrokes for quite some time.

A shadow black as ink slithers along the floor towards El-Lina. It rises up behind her. She seems unaware of its presence. It coalesces into the shape of a woman. Quick as a snale she strikes and El-Lina falls. Her form changes to that of a doppelganger. The woman begins removing items from the body, adding some to the others adorning her body. She ends by tossing the body into a portable hole. She continues speaking to the body as she works.

The Mistress is not pleased with your mistakes. The heroes have developed a means to see thru you. Your usefulness is diminished. Perhaps after you have suffered enough she will choose to re-instate you into her service.