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I hope there isn't a weight limit on these rides, because I might break a few as I go on them. Aleon says while thinking about the carnival.
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for as your recent acquaintance, the little Goblin fireball Opo, leads you from town over the hill you look down and behold:
It's all just like the , and you pass it around to get oriented: Spooky Ice maze filled with carnies dressed like monsters, cute girls learning to skate on the frozen pond looking like they could use a hand, rides on the latest model Lumbermill Consortium's speed sliegh, Opos batteries of fireworks all lined up ready for the big show...
The laughing confuses Tamar, women's laughter in such a manner is generally accompanied by torture or debauchery from his experience.
All surface dwellers are soft he thinks to himself as he looks on at the festivities.
Koddast rubs the back of Vysla's neck, and watches as she lolls her tongue out of her mouth and pants at him. Taking a careful look at the map, he talks to everyone, and to no one in particular. Hmmmmmm, looks like a lot of entertainment... Could use some of that after that close call with the Satyrs. He rubs his thigh, remembering the sting of the dagger that punctured him. What to do first? He continues to look over the map and then his eyes light up as he reads one of the attractions. The Monster Gradzaal?! That might be worth a look see. Anyone else want to join me? He turns and looks at his new-found friends, all those that bonded over their enjoyment of Opo the little firecracker. Tamar? Aleon? Anyone?
Tamar looks back at the half-orc and nods in assent.
"The Monster it is Koddast".
Off we go then! Koddast smiles and heads in that direction. Come Vysla. He says and the wolf takes up stride right next to him. I wonder how ugly this thing is? He looks at Tamar and pokes him in jest. Can't be much uglier'n me, can it? He chuckles at his own joke.
Tamar shrugs struggling to smile, "Are you wishing to place a wager on that?"
Tamar shrugs struggling to smile, "Are you wishing to place a wager on that?"
Koddast laughs, tipping over at the waist and slaps Tamar on the back! Ha! Good one... A wager? Ha ha! Vysla looks up at him with tilted head and ears perked. I'll wager no coin on the level of m'own ugliness. He says with a smile. Let's just wait and see this monster, and then we can make comparisons.
Who wants to head over with me to the Menagerie of Freaks? I'll bet they are weirder and scarier than me.
FOLLOW ME TO FIRE! AND WORKS! AND FIREWORKS! Opo can barley contain his composure as he prepares to light off some fireworks to celebrate the festival.
I've got to be honest with you Aleon. They'd have to be some right freaks for sure if they are going to beat you in the weird and scary department. Koddast says and smiles. I'm open for anything, fireworks, freaks, whatever you all want. The Monster Gradzaal just sounded the most interesting to me. I don't suppose there's anything saying we can't split up and go look at different things, and then meet a bit later. Mebbe we can meet for some candy apples? Vysla's ears perk, and her tongue lolls out of her mouth again at the mention of vittles.
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You approach the ticket booth . Tirelessly working the booths, baggy-eyed carnies busily hawk tickets.
A crowd of beggars shielded from the winter’s harsh kiss by nothing more than tattered rags huddles by the entrance to the carnival, pleading for a few meager coppers or a bit of food to see them through. Many are children or old men and women fallen on hard times. Rich merchants turn a blind eye, and lumberjacks snarl, guffaw, or even kick at the dirty beggars as they stroll into the carnival to spend their coin on games, shows, and other frivolities.
Koddast's muscles tighten, and his hands go instinctively to his magical bow and quiver of arrows. D'you see that boys? Twice-damned faeries in the open! What sort of devilry is about? You sure about this carnival Opo? I'd rather use my R and R time without the trickery and malice of fey creatures about. It's obvious that Koddast is seriously considering walking away, as his hatred for the fey overtakes his desire for camaraderie and entertainment.
Koddast's she-wolf growls and bares her fangs, as she sees and smells the fey as well. Her hackles raise, and it appears that she is about to leap at something atop the ticket tent.
Down, Vysla. Koddast scolds. Easy girl. We'll see what's what.
Perception
Tamar grins, "Good Koddast, are the fey not just another attraction in the freak show? Perhaps they specialize in illusion shows".
he is occupied.
These tickets better not be overpriced, and the shows better be good. Now how much? as he goes to buy a ticket
Also, is there a person around here that can try to guess my weight?
"This carnival is the best! Oh a fairy, I never ate a fairy before. Hurry follow me!"
Opo makes notice of a rich merchant and attempts some slight of hand, after all alchemical ingredients are expensive. He will scurry into one by "accident" pretending to be distracted by the carnival.
He will whisper to Aleon giggling "Don't worry, looks like tickets are on me." with a mischievous grin he will reveal what he collected from one of the cold hearted merchants.
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You grab his purse! The merchant doesn't even feel a breeze.
80 sp and a SCROLL(unidentified)
The fairy cowers atop the tent, her eyes keenly fixed on Vysla's teeth. Mabe she's frozen with fear??
As Aleon approaches the tent complaining about the price of tickets the carnie says to you all That damn fairy back? She's been flittin' around here all day. If only we could catch the b&tch. Someone would pay a pretty price fer her, and if not we could put her to work in the peep show! Tell you what, I got a deal fer ya... From behind the counter he retrieves a large glass jar, then nods toward the back of the tent where apple boxes are stacked up. Ifn' one of you can climb up there and catch her in this jar, the carnival is free for all of you tonight What do you say?
Aleon being 10 feet tall, and having reach, tries to see if he can just simply grab the fairy. He will even ask for a net for his size if they have one
If Aleon can't reach the fairy just by standing there. He will ask. I would do it for you, but the structures for climbing, well, will they support my weight?
If they do say yes, it supports his weight then
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VS Aleorn Stealth
Just as Aleon is reaching up with the Jar the fairy notices him, but it's too late! *Plunk*...the jar comes down on the fairy. Ogre got a fairy! There is a tinkling bell ringing sound as she protests from inside the jar.
Carnie: Well I'll be a carnival-monkey's uncle! Never seen anyone Jar a fairy so easily before!
There has been a tree standing off next to the side of the road, playing sentinel to the proceedings It's a sickly looking thing, laden with bugs. Quite remarkably it starts moving about, opening a pair of eyes, moving its limbs and staring at the events unfolding in front of it.
"You could just take it out in the woods, yes sir. I do not think it is doing anything too naughty, no I don't
Its clear after a few seconds that the tree man was, in fact, one of the rare ghoran.
"Good afternoon, fleshy ones. I am Jan".
"Wow! you caught it! Can I see? Can I see? Me Me! I will give you this weird paper I found for it!"
Pffffff, well Jan, as far as I'm concerned, the only good faerie is a dead faerie. You do what you want with her Aleon, but you drop that jar, and she flies away, she's as good as dead. I've knocked the wings off of faeries just that size from a hundred feet away. Koddast drops his hands to his side and rubs Vysla's haunches. Though, his demeanor changes slightly, I do appreciate the free entrance to the carnival. Now that we're free to enter, where does everybody want to go? He takes a look around at the group of societal misfits, and says, I tell you what? It looks like we got us half the damned carnival right here. Koddast smiles, waiting to see where the group will decide to go first.
Do I have to give you the fairy for the carnival to be free for us? Or did you just want me to catch it.
Aleon will put on a soft lid on the jar if possible, instead of a glass one, so you can put tiny holes in it for the fairy to breathe.
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Carny: Nah, you keep it. If you want you could probably take it to Karban Bloodeye, the owner of the Peep Show tent. I can't imagine it would have a good life working for that guy, but he'd give you a pretty penny for her.
I will talk to the fairy through the bottle with holes in the lid. I wish to be rich
YES! Let's be rich! See I told you this Carnival would be great!
The greedy goblin rubs his hands in anticipation.
"The Monster my friend the Monster. We need to see how our bet would have panned out had you the stones to take my wager", states the drow elf dryly.
He does not take the fairy jar caring little about the creature or its fate.
The Monster Gradzaal it is! Let's go Tamar. The rest of you can follow at your leisure. Otherwise, we'll catch up with you later. Come on Vysla, let's go see us a monster. Koddast walks through the gate and heads north along the trail with Vysla right on his heels. He pauses only slightly to make sure Tamar is following.
You catch a fairy, it will grant you a wish, so I'm making a wish
Aleon puts the jar in his backpack for now, leaving an inch of the zipper open, so air can enter the backpack, after all, the fairy can't grant him wishes if it suffocates.
He then follows Koddast.
Tamar seeks to satisfy his curiosity, "Why the hatred for they fey Koddast?"
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You begin to head toward the Monster. Unfortunately, in order to there you must pass through...
"A small cove of wagons and tents curls around a rickety three-foot-high stage cobbled from a wooden platform precariously balanced on stacks of unmortared bricks. The stage planks creak and moan in time to the prancing and posturing of a dozen or so freakish humanoids as they perform their comically grotesque dis-plays. A dough-faced huckster preaches to the crowd and flails about a cane to pontificate the show’s details.
Propped on a small stool sits a two-gallon glass jar filled with a murky yellow liquid.
A wide-eyed, middle-aged woman in a green gown staggers across the stage, gasping at the crowd and holding her throat as if she is choking...
a pair of unfortunate beings possess burly frames but tiny craniums, their eye sockets sealed with their graying flesh. They drool and loll about the stage dressed in worn pink tutus, much to the evil delight of the audience. The huckster invites the audience to throw coins to hear the brothers sing.
As the coins bounce off their bodies they sing this little tune
Welcome people one and all,
Welcome to our Carnival.
Over vale and wood we roam,
You won’t find a better home.
Welcome people great and small,
Welcome to our Carnival.
Join our land of make-believe,
You won’t ever want to leave.
Welcome people one and all,
Welcome to our Carnival.
Sweep away the winter weather,
Come inside and stay forever.
Knowledge Arcana
Tamar throws a few copper to the Grimlocks and hears their song, "A morbid dirge to be sure". Tamar chuckles at the words.
upon entering, Aleon sees the lady. Someone help her, CPR isn't my thing.
Then he looks over at the glass jar. Now that is freaky. He holds his stomach trying not to barf. I wanted to see freaks, but I can throw up just looking at it. Why do they have to have freaks in liquid jars. I'm afraid to know what kind of liquid is in that jar.
Nothing I've seen or know of He looks at it, deciding whether or not to knock it over or break the glass when no one is looking.
Aleon does not have much money, as he spent a lot of it, and he is cheap, so he grabs a bottle cap, to throw at the singers. Hey maybe they will mistake it for money, even if for only a second, as there will be piles of coins on the floor
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Aleon studies the fairy for a few seconds to see how sincere she is. and then lets her out after explaining to her
sorry, I didn't mean to keep you from freedom, but they suggested selling you off, which I won't do. I really don't know what someone else will do to you. Even, if you can't make me rich, I was hoping you would travel alongside with me. Seeing you makes me want to smile
Opo moves to "help" the woman, and relieve her of any thing else that is over burdensome.
"I help the lady."
Koddast ignores the supposed baby in a jar, the supposedly gasping woman, and the drooling bards. Jaded by too many years in the wilds, he finds all such diversions to be infantile. Trust me Aleon, that "choking" woman has been choking at every town the carnival's visited, and she'll continue choking at every one they see from here on out. He looks at Tamar quizzically. Why you'd waste such good coin on horrible music is beyond me. Are we done with our perverse look into the twisted minds of the shameless charlatans? He asks with no less acerbic a tone. He then notices Aleon on the verge of letting that faerie out of the jar, and his hands go immediately for his bow and quiver. I wasn't joking Aleon. You let her go, I'll shoot her where she flies, with no remorse. Friendship be damned. Out of the corner of his mouth, still staring at the faerie he addresses Tamar's question. Why Tamar? The oldest reason why in all of Golarion. Fey killed my father. Killed him for doing his job. When they did, they made it my job to kill them. Vysla senses her master's anger and bares her teeth growling a low throaty growl.
aleon says to the fairy. Best you stay on my shoulder, or near me, some of the others don't seem to like you.
Jan looks alarmed at the choking woman, seeing someone in distress - but is stopped immediately by her amazing feat of sticking a sword down her throat.
"That was... unexpected. I did not know humans could do that."
The plant creature takes a moment to survey the rest of the performers. "It is a shame that these folk a called freaks. They seem quite normal to me." He moves to tap the jar, and then jumps back. The various termites swarming his body swarm over him in alarm. "Oh my, this little baby just tried to talk to me. How odd."
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Opo moves to "help" the woman, and relieve her of any thing else | Jan looks alarmed at the choking woman, seeing someone in distress
The women looks alarmed for a moment as she is approached by a tree and a goblin! But she composes herself. Now now, friends, no need to worry. I've been doing this since I was a little girl and... She does not notice Opo's fingers groping around her sash.
I'd also try to identify the liquid in the jar if possible, he thinks it it not pure water
Aleon can tell the liquid smells like pickle juice mixed with formaldehyde. Nasty.
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I was hoping you would travel alongside with me. Seeing you makes me want to smile...
You...you arn't going to sell me to the carnival?
The fairy *gasps* and zips to Aleon's shoulder leaving a trail of sparkling light in the air. Will he really shoot me? Why is he so mean? I didn't kill anyone's FATHER!
Opo looks up at the fairy.
"Can she really grant wishes you think? My old master told me that fairies are liars." That is about as long as his mind stays focused on the fairy before he sees something else that catches his attention.
Well, are you all done with this sideshow? I'd like to get a look at this monster Gradzaal? Koddast says impatiently, already moving north along the designated walking path, Vysla right at heel.
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You continue along toward the Monster Exhibit, through an area of tents away from the main crowd...A few plain-colored tents stand before a row of cargo wagons. A wooden sign staked into the ground before them reads “CARNIES ONLY! NO ADMITTANCE!”
As you walk them you see something disturbing: a rather burly man is trying to drag a protesting young women by the hair into one of these tents!
The tree man looks peturbed by the apparent abduction. He rustles his leaves and calls out in a deep rumble. "Hey, that's not nice 'tall. You heard the lady; drop her!"
Oh look another nice lady that needs my help Opo says as he rushes to assist the lady that was just dropped.
No, of course I wouldn't sell you to the carnival. You're more valuable than gold.
He pauses, then continues He wouldn't shoot you if your near me, he wouldn't risk shooting me by accident. He has a thing against fey, but I'm hoping when he gets to know you a little, he might lighten up. I'm not saying talk to him, but you can prove to him that you're not one bit of evil. I'm an ogre, I get discriminated against lots.
When Aleon sees the man drag the girl by the hair, he raises his right fist and shouts Hey, how about I drag you around like that! Yes, she is protesting, but what on earth did she do wrong? You make it seem like she committed a crime.
He then calms down a little. A nicer way of doing things is to get security to calmly escort her out if she is in fact causing a disturbance.