Rowan comes through the portal, positively beaming with energy.
”That was incredible. Did you see all the colours? It was like we were inside a rainbow. I could almost taste the green. That’s my favourite. Though I think a lot of people like it. Though more may like blue. The violet was intense. And then the musical note. It’s like we were being welcomed.”
Then Rowan watches the lightning for a moment, mesmerized busy it as it hops from tower to tower.
”You don’t suppose someone in that castle is calling the lightning to them do you? That would be an incredible trick.” Rowan says. Then he looks up at the nearest tower. “Maybe we can just stay in there.”
Barria looks around at their new environment and wonders how they are going to get back.. they never did ask that question, stupidly. Hopefully it'll become very apparent once their tasks have been complete.
She stares at the lightning and the castle in the distance. "Talk about a bait and switch." She looks at the gnome a little surprised; she wasn't sure what was wrong with the little guy, she felt great, energized even. Seeing that he was indeed in need of some help, she stuffs her hand in her pocket and then magically reveals a handfull of small berries. Plucking two out for herself, she hands over 8 of them to the little gnome. "Here, these outta help. I would rather check out this area a bit if you don't mind before securing a cave."
g'Reg takes the berries in hand and gives them a sniff. Then recognising them he eats four of the eight, nodding to Barria "you are very appreciated, though these are filling and I did lose a custardy cupcake competition just recently... Still appreciated. I also wanted to find a cave so that we could maybe discuss some things, have some proper introductions, I didn't account for being thrown on a quest with three strangers when I arrived at the carnival this day and, well... Well now we're a little stuck with eachother, right? Come I can make us a safe space for an hour if only I can find the right page..." Greg hefts an old and well worn tome out and begins leafing through the pages. "I'll need a rope, I don't want to find out right now whether the occupants of the tower are the ones calling lightning nor do I want to find the possibility that they have a bad temperament towards us, mister wood elf."
As the group are contemplating their next course of action, a sound is heard above the rumbling of the thunder - a rhythmic squeaking noise. It grows louder and louder until from around a bend in the path ahead, a wagon appears, rolling on squeaking wooden wheels. It is not entirely unlike many of wagons seen at the carnival, but rather than being decorated in bright colours, it is painted with stormy, windswept landscapes, and draped in black, velvet curtains. No beasts of burden pull the wagon, although a tall figure swathed in long robes rides at the rear of the wagon, its face hidden in a dark cowl.
The wagon draws alongside the new arrivals and stops. The figure continues to look directly ahead, its face still obscured. Suddenly, the side curtains part revealing a stage with a painted backdrop identical to the environment in which the group stands. Small marionette puppets appear on the stage, each a clear representation of Mulligan, Barria, Rowan, and Greginald.
The puppets begins to dance, their strings disappearing into the dark recess above the stage. The impromptu puppet show depicts a startingly familiar series of events: the four characters arrive at a fey carnival, and engage in various interactions with the carnival attractions and patrons, including a slapstick version of the encounter with Mister Witch and Mister Light in their wagon. The miniature play culminates in the puppets jumping through a tiny mirror, arriving in the stormy mountains of Yon, and concludes with the arrival of a miniature replica of the black-draped pageant wagon. Just before the curtains close on this finale, a small banner drops from the ceiling emblazoned with the words: "To be continued!"
The astonished puppet show now over, the hooded figure draws four small envelopes from the folds of its robes and offers them to the group...
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”That was brilliant, do you do that for everyone who arrives here or just those who come through the mirrors?”
He happily takes the envelops and looks to see if they have their names on them, dolling them out to each member of the group if they are marked that way.
At the same time he pulls a coil of rope from his pack and shows it to gReg.
Greg takes the rope but not the envelope he is offered by Rowan. During the entire performance the gnomes arms are folded, a scowl across his face. When it is done he speaks out accusingly. "Divination is a craft that few appreciate when it is directed at them.... Why are you interested in our activities, and... are you perchance, Isolde?"
The four envelopes are indeed printed with each person's name, and inside of each is what appears to be a ticket. The ticket is painted with the image of the puppet from the show, each corresponding to the name on the envelope. Written in Common under this effigy are the words:
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ADMIT ONE
GRAND THEATER OF MOTHERHORN
ONE SHOW ONLY
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Greginald gives a piece of his mind to the figure on the wagon, but it apparently takes no notice. The wagon wheels start to creak, the wagon pulls away, but only makes it a few dozen feet before the whole thing collapses! The wagon turns to a pile of rotten wood and tattered black cloth, and the figure crumples into a lifeless stack of bones and rags.
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Greg sighs and rubs his brow. Throwing the rope Rowan gave him up in the air where it appears to latch onto nothing at all and then he chants a spell, reading from his book open at his feet, a hole opens in thin air above. "Ok, we should plan, I'm gonna take 5. You're all welcome inside..." And he gathers his things and climbs up.
Rowan comes through the portal, positively beaming with energy.
”That was incredible. Did you see all the colours? It was like we were inside a rainbow. I could almost taste the green. That’s my favourite. Though I think a lot of people like it. Though more may like blue. The violet was intense. And then the musical note. It’s like we were being welcomed.”
Then Rowan watches the lightning for a moment, mesmerized busy it as it hops from tower to tower.
”You don’t suppose someone in that castle is calling the lightning to them do you? That would be an incredible trick.” Rowan says. Then he looks up at the nearest tower. “Maybe we can just stay in there.”
Rowan looks for an entrance to the nearest tower.
Barria looks around at their new environment and wonders how they are going to get back.. they never did ask that question, stupidly. Hopefully it'll become very apparent once their tasks have been complete.
She stares at the lightning and the castle in the distance. "Talk about a bait and switch." She looks at the gnome a little surprised; she wasn't sure what was wrong with the little guy, she felt great, energized even. Seeing that he was indeed in need of some help, she stuffs her hand in her pocket and then magically reveals a handfull of small berries. Plucking two out for herself, she hands over 8 of them to the little gnome. "Here, these outta help. I would rather check out this area a bit if you don't mind before securing a cave."
g'Reg takes the berries in hand and gives them a sniff. Then recognising them he eats four of the eight, nodding to Barria "you are very appreciated, though these are filling and I did lose a custardy cupcake competition just recently... Still appreciated. I also wanted to find a cave so that we could maybe discuss some things, have some proper introductions, I didn't account for being thrown on a quest with three strangers when I arrived at the carnival this day and, well... Well now we're a little stuck with eachother, right? Come I can make us a safe space for an hour if only I can find the right page..." Greg hefts an old and well worn tome out and begins leafing through the pages. "I'll need a rope, I don't want to find out right now whether the occupants of the tower are the ones calling lightning nor do I want to find the possibility that they have a bad temperament towards us, mister wood elf."
As the group are contemplating their next course of action, a sound is heard above the rumbling of the thunder - a rhythmic squeaking noise. It grows louder and louder until from around a bend in the path ahead, a wagon appears, rolling on squeaking wooden wheels. It is not entirely unlike many of wagons seen at the carnival, but rather than being decorated in bright colours, it is painted with stormy, windswept landscapes, and draped in black, velvet curtains. No beasts of burden pull the wagon, although a tall figure swathed in long robes rides at the rear of the wagon, its face hidden in a dark cowl.
The wagon draws alongside the new arrivals and stops. The figure continues to look directly ahead, its face still obscured. Suddenly, the side curtains part revealing a stage with a painted backdrop identical to the environment in which the group stands. Small marionette puppets appear on the stage, each a clear representation of Mulligan, Barria, Rowan, and Greginald.
The puppets begins to dance, their strings disappearing into the dark recess above the stage. The impromptu puppet show depicts a startingly familiar series of events: the four characters arrive at a fey carnival, and engage in various interactions with the carnival attractions and patrons, including a slapstick version of the encounter with Mister Witch and Mister Light in their wagon. The miniature play culminates in the puppets jumping through a tiny mirror, arriving in the stormy mountains of Yon, and concludes with the arrival of a miniature replica of the black-draped pageant wagon. Just before the curtains close on this finale, a small banner drops from the ceiling emblazoned with the words: "To be continued!"
The astonished puppet show now over, the hooded figure draws four small envelopes from the folds of its robes and offers them to the group...
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Rowan claps at the end of the performance.
”That was brilliant, do you do that for everyone who arrives here or just those who come through the mirrors?”
He happily takes the envelops and looks to see if they have their names on them, dolling them out to each member of the group if they are marked that way.
At the same time he pulls a coil of rope from his pack and shows it to gReg.
Greg takes the rope but not the envelope he is offered by Rowan. During the entire performance the gnomes arms are folded, a scowl across his face. When it is done he speaks out accusingly. "Divination is a craft that few appreciate when it is directed at them.... Why are you interested in our activities, and... are you perchance, Isolde?"
The four envelopes are indeed printed with each person's name, and inside of each is what appears to be a ticket. The ticket is painted with the image of the puppet from the show, each corresponding to the name on the envelope. Written in Common under this effigy are the words:
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ADMIT ONE
GRAND THEATER OF MOTHERHORN
ONE SHOW ONLY
-----------------------------
Greginald gives a piece of his mind to the figure on the wagon, but it apparently takes no notice. The wagon wheels start to creak, the wagon pulls away, but only makes it a few dozen feet before the whole thing collapses! The wagon turns to a pile of rotten wood and tattered black cloth, and the figure crumples into a lifeless stack of bones and rags.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Greg sighs and rubs his brow. Throwing the rope Rowan gave him up in the air where it appears to latch onto nothing at all and then he chants a spell, reading from his book open at his feet, a hole opens in thin air above. "Ok, we should plan, I'm gonna take 5. You're all welcome inside..." And he gathers his things and climbs up.