The Carnival of Shadows

[The Dalesman]

Allura wrote:

"We can leave those. He knows how to get back if he needs them," she says, pulling out her pearl of planar transport and sending them all back to the Oasis.

"True enough," he says as they vanish.

Transiting back to the Oasis :)

[Shadow Pelt]

*Frustrated snarls can be heard throughout the area, and several 'innocent' bystanders are mauled to death.*

[Ashaundra]

Ash is pacing in her tent when she is interrupted by a cloaked figure. It pulls back its hood.

"You!" she gasps, a look of fear on her face. "You're not supposed to be here!"

An evil chuckle fills the tent. The figure reaches out and grabs Ash, slamming her into a table and pinning her there.
"This is the part where you're supposed to grovel. Tell me how glad you are to see me," it says in a cruelly pleasant voice.

Fade to Black

[Dragonborn3]

Ashaundra wrote:

Ash is pacing in her tent when she is interrupted by a cloaked figure. It pulls back its hood.

"You!" she gasps, a look of fear on her face. "You're not supposed to be here!"

An evil chuckle fills the tent. The figure reaches out and grabs Ash, slamming her into a table and pinning her there.
"This is the part where you're supposed to grovel. Tell me how glad you are to see me," it says in a cruelly pleasant voice.

Fade to Black

Kinky.

[lynora]

Dragonborn3 wrote:

Ashaundra wrote:

Ash is pacing in her tent when she is interrupted by a cloaked figure. It pulls back its hood.

"You!" she gasps, a look of fear on her face. "You're not supposed to be here!"

An evil chuckle fills the tent. The figure reaches out and grabs Ash, slamming her into a table and pinning her there.
"This is the part where you're supposed to grovel. Tell me how glad you are to see me," it says in a cruelly pleasant voice.

Fade to Black

Kinky.

What do you expect from a relationship between devils? ;)

[Joe Biden]

lynora wrote:

What do you expect from a relationship between devils? ;)

Me?

[Kobold Catgirl]

Joe Biden wrote:

lynora wrote:

What do you expect from a relationship between devils? ;)

Me?

Hey! Your aliases are bad enough, keep politics out of our RPing!

[Nameless Narrator]

The few remaining carnies and sideshow actors left start to gather in a large ragged black tent. A small man with flippers for limbs is held up high by an ogrish-sized microcephalic. He harrangues the crowd.

The time of the Harlequin is at hand! He will soon evade the grasp of the stinking wyrms of dream! Prepare for his return! The Kali-Yog is at hand!

The crowd of deformed performers and raggedy carnie folk sway and murmur

The Kali-Yog ... The Kali-Yog ...

[Nameless Narrator]

The flippered dwarf gestures

Come! Let us go and await the Harlequin!

The group of ragged folk roar and head out towards the distant mountains.

[Daelemos]

Their going and their direction is marked by a number of gnomes.

[The Giggler]

A deserted big top sags against the yellowing sky. A murder of crows cackles along several paint-peeling wagons. In the fitful wind, a giggling can be heard.

[The Giggler]

Inside an old fortunetelling tent a painted harlequin in ragged motley hunches over a rose-colored palantir. He giggles occasionally, his white-painted features twitching

"Maerlyn's globe,
Orb of the Rainbow Tredecim,
Show me mine enemies

Rhea's downfall
Cerise window
Show me my enemies

Palantir of Pain
Breaker of the Beam
Show me my enemies ..."

The horrid figure giggles more, the choked sound like a drowning victim coughing his last. The pink globe paints the tent fabric with a sickly fuscha glow - a sick-room color more suited for nasty-tasting nostrums.