Viola gratefully accepts the small round crystal container with a deep bow. As the bugbear appoaches them Viola at first cowers a bit but when he mentions meeting Mr Light and Mr Witch she perks up, realizing this may take her closer to her long lost property. "Thank you good Sir, I was hoping I might, have a talk with Mr Witch and Mr Light." She rhymes and follows the bugbear to the staff area, playing her violin as she dances her way there.
Calanon seems unaffected by the loss as if his current mood really stop him from caring or perhaps he keeps any thoughts on it to himself as he takes the wand and drops it into his pack. When the bugbear beckons them to follow he nods and follows without a word, his hand moving to rest on the hilt of each shortsword at his side. "What do they wish to take this time?"
The bugbear glances at Calanon and frowns at this comment. He seems on the verge of saying something, but he swallows his words and walks on. After another moment he says, “Name’s Burly, by the way. I’m head of security for the carnival. Are you saying something was taken from you?”
"Things we lost, we wonder when, we can have them back again." Viola answers Burly as she follows along. "About what's missing, in my case, my oldest friend I lost in this place."
Burly pulls off his jack-o'-lantern helmet and you can see that his eyes are wet with tears.
"I've lost my oldest friend, as well. My brother Hurly vanished from this place many years ago. Not a day goes by I don't think about him, wondering where he is, wondering if he's okay..."
He gradually gets control of his emotions, replaces his makeshift helmet, and you arrive at the staff area. A tangled wall of thorns surrounds a cluster of wagons lit by lanterns. This caravan is barely visible through the thicket. Then Burly casually waves his hand in front of the thicket and the tangled branches shift and rearrange themselves to form an opening. Burly invites you to pass through, towards the wagons inside.
Hearing the others talking about lost things, Pal will pipe up, "Me too! My sense of direction was taken from me the last time I visited this carnival! I haven't been able to find my way home since... Take us to your employers Burly, I would have a word with them." as he rolls up the sleeves of his robes.
"The two took something from me as well last time we met. I lost myself in the FeyWild and came upon this place. They stole my height and I never feel comfortable in my own body." Calanon says as he gives the bugbear a sour look, shakes his head and gripping the hilt of each sword even tighter.
As Burly mentions his long lost brother Viola walks up to the bugbear, giving him a comforting hug. "Oh Burly, I hate to see you sad, we'll help you find the lad." She rhymes, hoping he will feel better.
When Burly goes on Viola follows him and goes through the thicket and the tangled branches towards the wagons.
Davis listens to the others speaking of the things they have lost. He frowns, wondering just how they had all found each other, or had everyone at this place lost something at some point in time. he shrugs off the thought as he adds to the list of things lost. "I lost my creativity while here last time." He doesn't really care how crazy it sounds, as if blaming a place for the loss of your ability to improvise, but he knew it had happened and that was all that mattered.
He nods to the bugbear, following through towards the wagons.
Burly hesitates again at these comments, then says, “Please don’t blame Mr’s Witch and Light, they’re trying their best and I’m not sure it’s their fault, or anyways not completely… Anyway, here we are.”
He leads you inside to the circle of wagons. Leaning against a particularly ostentatious wagon is an aging clown with a painted grin. He is most definitely not grinning under the paint, however. He puffs on a bubble pipe and glares at you as the bugbear, ignoring the clown, opens the wagon door and ushers you inside.
A flamboyant elf grins from ear to ear as he welcomes you into the wagon with a theatrical bow. “Please come in, it’s a delight to meet you all! I am Mr Light, and this is my associate, Mr Witch.”
He gestures to a stocky elf lounging on a bunk. Mr Witch nods to you and doffs his top hat.
Pal will frown right back at the clown then step into the wagon. He will interrupt the elves and say,"Cut the cheese! We've each had something stolen from us, including this man's brother," Indicating Burly with a point of his finger before continuing,"and we want to know where our things are, why you're taking them, what you're doing with them, and why there are no rewards for second place finishes in the snail race! Further more, this map is so muddled and poorly wrought, it's no wonder things get lost here!" Pal will wave the map around as he huffs, "Just what kind of extra-planar carnival are you running here anyway? Kittens and brothers getting lost, dragonfly and snail saddles coming loose and tossing their riders left and right! And this!" Pal will then point to Canalon, "This man lost his height! Look at him! His head is no longer proportionate to the rest of his body! He is very short with you all I can assure you! Well? What do you have to say for yourselves? Hmm? HMM!?" Pal will then plant his hands on his hips as he taps his foot impatiently, waiting for an answer.
Viola's eyes widen at Pal's outburst and then she laughs warmly. "Brave Sir Pal tell them to their face here's a reward for second place." She rhymes and plants a kiss on his cheek, handing him the potion of advantage.
Mr Light’s jaw drops at this outburst, then he confusedly holds up a strange sort of scepter shaped like a butterfly and examines it closely for a moment, gives it a shake, holds it up to his ear. He does so melodramatically, then turns to Mr Witch with a shrug and says, “I thought this was a happy bunch?!”
Mr Witch shrugs and turns a serious face towards Pal. “I’m sorry to hear about your losses, but we’re not the ones responsible. There are forces at work on the other side that are entirely beyond our control.”
Mr Light nods and adds, “The wheel of time turns ever on… what’s lost is lost, what’s gone is gone.”
Mr Witch chortles at Viola’s response to the situation. “You see, Light? These are good apples!”
"Easy there." Davis says to their upset companion. "These ones do not seem to be the cause of our losses, and this place seems to be a happy place all things told." he glances to their hosts. "So, why did you request us to come to your office?" He asks. "I personally have several rides yet to do, and would like to finish enjoying my time here..."
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Pal will immediately quaff the potion and attempt an insight check to determine if they're telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Calanon gives the other elves a glare as he keeps his hands resting on the hilts of his weapons. He then slowly turns to th angered Pal and raises a brow. "My head is not misproportioned. I am merely not as tall as I should be."
Mr Light answers Davis, "Yes, indeed, why did we bring you back here? It's quite simple, really. You see this vane?" He brandishes the butterfly-shaped rod. "This is a magical vane that clues me in to the mood of the entire carnival. I've been tracking things and noticed that people are extra-happy tonight. And we've got you to thank for it! This carnival is really all we have, our entire lives revolve around it, so it's really important to us when people such as yourselves brighten it and make it more enjoyable. Therefore, we simply wanted to congratulate you on your excellent self-carriage, to thank you for the good deeds you have performed, and to reward you as well."
He waves the vane over you all, and the movement causes it to catch the lamplight and wink and flash various colors. These flashes of light seem to linger in the air and settle upon you, giving you all a slight aura, which fades.
"There we are," says Mr Light. "Now you can go on all the rides and attractions for free; no more hole punches for you!"
Mr Witch says gruffly, "Alright, it's done, enough of your speeches, Light, or they won't have any time left tonight to enjoy it!"
Pal, you drink the potion study the two elves as they speak. You are pretty sure that what they speak is The Truth, but it's not The Whole Truth or Nothing But the Truth. You have a sense that they're keeping things back, but of course they've already hinted at that outright.
You also notice something that tickles your whiskers: their skin color is dusky gray (though Mr Light is wearing a lot of makeup, you can see mainly at his neckline), an unusual color for elves, in your experience.
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Viola gratefully accepts the small round crystal container with a deep bow.
As the bugbear appoaches them Viola at first cowers a bit but when he mentions meeting Mr Light and Mr Witch she perks up, realizing this may take her closer to her long lost property.
"Thank you good Sir, I was hoping I might,
have a talk with Mr Witch and Mr Light."
She rhymes and follows the bugbear to the staff area, playing her violin as she dances her way there.
Calanon seems unaffected by the loss as if his current mood really stop him from caring or perhaps he keeps any thoughts on it to himself as he takes the wand and drops it into his pack. When the bugbear beckons them to follow he nods and follows without a word, his hand moving to rest on the hilt of each shortsword at his side. "What do they wish to take this time?"
The bugbear glances at Calanon and frowns at this comment. He seems on the verge of saying something, but he swallows his words and walks on. After another moment he says, “Name’s Burly, by the way. I’m head of security for the carnival. Are you saying something was taken from you?”
"Things we lost, we wonder when,
we can have them back again."
Viola answers Burly as she follows along.
"About what's missing, in my case,
my oldest friend I lost in this place."
Burly pulls off his jack-o'-lantern helmet and you can see that his eyes are wet with tears.
"I've lost my oldest friend, as well. My brother Hurly vanished from this place many years ago. Not a day goes by I don't think about him, wondering where he is, wondering if he's okay..."
He gradually gets control of his emotions, replaces his makeshift helmet, and you arrive at the staff area. A tangled wall of thorns surrounds a cluster of wagons lit by lanterns. This caravan is barely visible through the thicket. Then Burly casually waves his hand in front of the thicket and the tangled branches shift and rearrange themselves to form an opening. Burly invites you to pass through, towards the wagons inside.
Hearing the others talking about lost things, Pal will pipe up, "Me too! My sense of direction was taken from me the last time I visited this carnival! I haven't been able to find my way home since... Take us to your employers Burly, I would have a word with them." as he rolls up the sleeves of his robes.
"The two took something from me as well last time we met. I lost myself in the FeyWild and came upon this place. They stole my height and I never feel comfortable in my own body." Calanon says as he gives the bugbear a sour look, shakes his head and gripping the hilt of each sword even tighter.
As Burly mentions his long lost brother Viola walks up to the bugbear, giving him a comforting hug.
"Oh Burly, I hate to see you sad,
we'll help you find the lad."
She rhymes, hoping he will feel better.
When Burly goes on Viola follows him and goes through the thicket and the tangled branches towards the wagons.
Davis listens to the others speaking of the things they have lost. He frowns, wondering just how they had all found each other, or had everyone at this place lost something at some point in time. he shrugs off the thought as he adds to the list of things lost. "I lost my creativity while here last time." He doesn't really care how crazy it sounds, as if blaming a place for the loss of your ability to improvise, but he knew it had happened and that was all that mattered.
He nods to the bugbear, following through towards the wagons.
Burly hesitates again at these comments, then says, “Please don’t blame Mr’s Witch and Light, they’re trying their best and I’m not sure it’s their fault, or anyways not completely… Anyway, here we are.”
He leads you inside to the circle of wagons. Leaning against a particularly ostentatious wagon is an aging clown with a painted grin. He is most definitely not grinning under the paint, however. He puffs on a bubble pipe and glares at you as the bugbear, ignoring the clown, opens the wagon door and ushers you inside.
A flamboyant elf grins from ear to ear as he welcomes you into the wagon with a theatrical bow. “Please come in, it’s a delight to meet you all! I am Mr Light, and this is my associate, Mr Witch.”
He gestures to a stocky elf lounging on a bunk. Mr Witch nods to you and doffs his top hat.
Pal will frown right back at the clown then step into the wagon. He will interrupt the elves and say, "Cut the cheese! We've each had something stolen from us, including this man's brother," Indicating Burly with a point of his finger before continuing, "and we want to know where our things are, why you're taking them, what you're doing with them, and why there are no rewards for second place finishes in the snail race! Further more, this map is so muddled and poorly wrought, it's no wonder things get lost here!" Pal will wave the map around as he huffs, "Just what kind of extra-planar carnival are you running here anyway? Kittens and brothers getting lost, dragonfly and snail saddles coming loose and tossing their riders left and right! And this!" Pal will then point to Canalon, "This man lost his height! Look at him! His head is no longer proportionate to the rest of his body! He is very short with you all I can assure you! Well? What do you have to say for yourselves? Hmm? HMM!?" Pal will then plant his hands on his hips as he taps his foot impatiently, waiting for an answer.
Viola's eyes widen at Pal's outburst and then she laughs warmly.
"Brave Sir Pal tell them to their face
here's a reward for second place."
She rhymes and plants a kiss on his cheek, handing him the potion of advantage.
Mr Light’s jaw drops at this outburst, then he confusedly holds up a strange sort of scepter shaped like a butterfly and examines it closely for a moment, gives it a shake, holds it up to his ear. He does so melodramatically, then turns to Mr Witch with a shrug and says, “I thought this was a happy bunch?!”
Mr Witch shrugs and turns a serious face towards Pal. “I’m sorry to hear about your losses, but we’re not the ones responsible. There are forces at work on the other side that are entirely beyond our control.”
Mr Light nods and adds, “The wheel of time turns ever on… what’s lost is lost, what’s gone is gone.”
Mr Witch chortles at Viola’s response to the situation. “You see, Light? These are good apples!”
"Easy there." Davis says to their upset companion. "These ones do not seem to be the cause of our losses, and this place seems to be a happy place all things told." he glances to their hosts. "So, why did you request us to come to your office?" He asks. "I personally have several rides yet to do, and would like to finish enjoying my time here..."
Pal will immediately quaff the potion and attempt an insight check to determine if they're telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
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Calanon gives the other elves a glare as he keeps his hands resting on the hilts of his weapons. He then slowly turns to th angered Pal and raises a brow. "My head is not misproportioned. I am merely not as tall as I should be."
Mr Light answers Davis, "Yes, indeed, why did we bring you back here? It's quite simple, really. You see this vane?" He brandishes the butterfly-shaped rod. "This is a magical vane that clues me in to the mood of the entire carnival. I've been tracking things and noticed that people are extra-happy tonight. And we've got you to thank for it! This carnival is really all we have, our entire lives revolve around it, so it's really important to us when people such as yourselves brighten it and make it more enjoyable. Therefore, we simply wanted to congratulate you on your excellent self-carriage, to thank you for the good deeds you have performed, and to reward you as well."
He waves the vane over you all, and the movement causes it to catch the lamplight and wink and flash various colors. These flashes of light seem to linger in the air and settle upon you, giving you all a slight aura, which fades.
"There we are," says Mr Light. "Now you can go on all the rides and attractions for free; no more hole punches for you!"
Mr Witch says gruffly, "Alright, it's done, enough of your speeches, Light, or they won't have any time left tonight to enjoy it!"
Picture of Mr Light brandishing his Witchlight Vane
Pal, you drink the potion study the two elves as they speak. You are pretty sure that what they speak is The Truth, but it's not The Whole Truth or Nothing But the Truth. You have a sense that they're keeping things back, but of course they've already hinted at that outright.
You also notice something that tickles your whiskers: their skin color is dusky gray (though Mr Light is wearing a lot of makeup, you can see mainly at his neckline), an unusual color for elves, in your experience.