The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"The value of a dime must be more than I thought," he chuckles. "Kidding, let's see, that isn't normal at all..." He frowns in thought. Talking to himself, by the way, is how he works through his thoughts. And he talks quite fast, only barely understandable on occasion. "I believe I'll be fine, these carnival folk most likely couldn't catch me anyway."
He walks through whatever the main door looked like, to the actual show.
You walk through into a room of blinding light and murky darkness. The sky is filled with flaming suns that blaze down solely on you, everything else is pitch black. As your eyes adjust to the dramatic lighting you strain to see through the spotlight haze at the audience. All the seats are empty.
Save one. The purple suited comedy mask man sits quietly in the front row. He reaches up to his grinning mask and pulls it aside to reveal a cloud of hovering eyeballs all fixed upon you. Then his voice thunders in the air:
"All the world's a stage, but this room more so than the rest. I'm glad you're all here ladies and gentleman because now it's time for the show!" Uproarious applause breaks out before the whole place falls deathly silent in anticipation.
Jasper, as that is his name, folds his arms and clears his throat. "So! I am the entertainment, if I understand correctly?" He calls out through the awkward silence to the masked eyeball man.
*What with the notifications out I've missed a bunch of this stuff.*
He simply sits and watches you, giving you the overwhelming impression that you are indeed the entertainment for today.
A stranger has walked into town. Tall and tanned, with his bare torso tattooed with the stripes of a tiger, he cuts a striking figure. On his head is a mask made from the skull of some kind of horned animal
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"The value of a dime must be more than I thought," he chuckles. "Kidding, let's see, that isn't normal at all..." He frowns in thought. Talking to himself, by the way, is how he works through his thoughts. And he talks quite fast, only barely understandable on occasion. "I believe I'll be fine, these carnival folk most likely couldn't catch me anyway."
He walks through whatever the main door looked like, to the actual show.
You walk through into a room of blinding light and murky darkness. The sky is filled with flaming suns that blaze down solely on you, everything else is pitch black. As your eyes adjust to the dramatic lighting you strain to see through the spotlight haze at the audience. All the seats are empty.
Save one. The purple suited comedy mask man sits quietly in the front row. He reaches up to his grinning mask and pulls it aside to reveal a cloud of hovering eyeballs all fixed upon you. Then his voice thunders in the air:
"All the world's a stage, but this room more so than the rest. I'm glad you're all here ladies and gentleman because now it's time for the show!" Uproarious applause breaks out before the whole place falls deathly silent in anticipation.
Jasper, as that is his name, folds his arms and clears his throat. "So! I am the entertainment, if I understand correctly?" He calls out through the awkward silence to the masked eyeball man.
*What with the notifications out I've missed a bunch of this stuff.*
He simply sits and watches you, giving you the overwhelming impression that you are indeed the entertainment for today.
"Sounds good then. I'll show you a trick of mine."
He proceeds to whistle. Although, at such an astonishing speed to the point where his whistled songs have such detail and precision that it's fairly impressive. Then the song ends, and he stands there, waiting for something.
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A stranger has walked into town. Tall and tanned, with his bare torso tattooed with the stripes of a tiger, he cuts a striking figure. On his head is a mask made from the skull of some kind of horned animal
A lanky firbolg is standing stiffly still off to the side of the main road, watching the stranger.
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The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"The value of a dime must be more than I thought," he chuckles. "Kidding, let's see, that isn't normal at all..." He frowns in thought. Talking to himself, by the way, is how he works through his thoughts. And he talks quite fast, only barely understandable on occasion. "I believe I'll be fine, these carnival folk most likely couldn't catch me anyway."
He walks through whatever the main door looked like, to the actual show.
You walk through into a room of blinding light and murky darkness. The sky is filled with flaming suns that blaze down solely on you, everything else is pitch black. As your eyes adjust to the dramatic lighting you strain to see through the spotlight haze at the audience. All the seats are empty.
Save one. The purple suited comedy mask man sits quietly in the front row. He reaches up to his grinning mask and pulls it aside to reveal a cloud of hovering eyeballs all fixed upon you. Then his voice thunders in the air:
"All the world's a stage, but this room more so than the rest. I'm glad you're all here ladies and gentleman because now it's time for the show!" Uproarious applause breaks out before the whole place falls deathly silent in anticipation.
Jasper, as that is his name, folds his arms and clears his throat. "So! I am the entertainment, if I understand correctly?" He calls out through the awkward silence to the masked eyeball man.
*What with the notifications out I've missed a bunch of this stuff.*
He simply sits and watches you, giving you the overwhelming impression that you are indeed the entertainment for today.
"Sounds good then. I'll show you a trick of mine."
He proceeds to whistle. Although, at such an astonishing speed to the point where his whistled songs have such detail and precision that it's fairly impressive. Then the song ends, and he stands there, waiting for something.
The hall seems to amplify your whistle song, boosting it to glorious heights and causing it to echo throughout the room long after you're finished. When the song is over, the single, many eyed audience members rises to his feet and claps his purple gloved hands. A uproarious wave of applause hits you like a wave, washing across the stage as if every seat was filled with a crowd.
A stranger has walked into town. Tall and tanned, with his bare torso tattooed with the stripes of a tiger, he cuts a striking figure. On his head is a mask made from the skull of some kind of horned animal
A lanky firbolg is standing stiffly still off to the side of the main road, watching the stranger.
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"The value of a dime must be more than I thought," he chuckles. "Kidding, let's see, that isn't normal at all..." He frowns in thought. Talking to himself, by the way, is how he works through his thoughts. And he talks quite fast, only barely understandable on occasion. "I believe I'll be fine, these carnival folk most likely couldn't catch me anyway."
He walks through whatever the main door looked like, to the actual show.
You walk through into a room of blinding light and murky darkness. The sky is filled with flaming suns that blaze down solely on you, everything else is pitch black. As your eyes adjust to the dramatic lighting you strain to see through the spotlight haze at the audience. All the seats are empty.
Save one. The purple suited comedy mask man sits quietly in the front row. He reaches up to his grinning mask and pulls it aside to reveal a cloud of hovering eyeballs all fixed upon you. Then his voice thunders in the air:
"All the world's a stage, but this room more so than the rest. I'm glad you're all here ladies and gentleman because now it's time for the show!" Uproarious applause breaks out before the whole place falls deathly silent in anticipation.
Jasper, as that is his name, folds his arms and clears his throat. "So! I am the entertainment, if I understand correctly?" He calls out through the awkward silence to the masked eyeball man.
*What with the notifications out I've missed a bunch of this stuff.*
He simply sits and watches you, giving you the overwhelming impression that you are indeed the entertainment for today.
"Sounds good then. I'll show you a trick of mine."
He proceeds to whistle. Although, at such an astonishing speed to the point where his whistled songs have such detail and precision that it's fairly impressive. Then the song ends, and he stands there, waiting for something.
The hall seems to amplify your whistle song, boosting it to glorious heights and causing it to echo throughout the room long after you're finished. When the song is over, the single, many eyed audience members rises to his feet and claps his purple gloved hands. A uproarious wave of applause hits you like a wave, washing across the stage as if every seat was filled with a crowd.
Jasper's mouth smiles, but his eyes clearly do not, pearing at the mysterious figure. "Sir! I think it only fair if you give me a show as well, no?"
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A stranger has walked into town. Tall and tanned, with his bare torso tattooed with the stripes of a tiger, he cuts a striking figure. On his head is a mask made from the skull of some kind of horned animal
A lanky firbolg is standing stiffly still off to the side of the main road, watching the stranger.
'Oh, hello there. You looking at something?'
He nods. "Yes. You." He suddenly smiles wide and gives a big friendly wave. Seems like a bit of a sudden personality change. "I'm Cliff!! Good to meet you!"
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The hall seems to amplify your whistle song, boosting it to glorious heights and causing it to echo throughout the room long after you're finished. When the song is over, the single, many eyed audience members rises to his feet and claps his purple gloved hands. A uproarious wave of applause hits you like a wave, washing across the stage as if every seat was filled with a crowd.
Jasper's mouth smiles, but his eyes clearly do not, pearing at the mysterious figure. "Sir! I think it only fair if you give me a show as well, no?"
The applause stops abruptly. The man stands there, a solitary purple monolith in the darkness of the theater. You can feel each individual eye of the man on you. "Really?" He speaks in a low, calm voice that seems to be every where in the room at once. "My performance so far hasn't been enough? Was my acting poor? It was when I played the ticket seller, wasn't it? I can never quite get his accent right." He says all this in a terrifyingly sarcastic tone. You can't tell exactly if he is deeply offended or merely amused by your question. "Or was it when I played the disappointed man in the crowd? I payed close attention to the source material though, that can't have been it. Perhaps the set design was not too your liking? I crafted it all myself, the doors, the floors, the carpet, the ceiling, the curtain, the stage you stand on right now. I've been orchestrating a story this entire time and today, you were the star. The protagonist. Be glad I didn't write a villain." He is silent for a moment and the cloud of eyes that form his face swirl and shift slowly, contemplating. "Are you still unsatisfied? Do you still want more?"
A stranger has walked into town. Tall and tanned, with his bare torso tattooed with the stripes of a tiger, he cuts a striking figure. On his head is a mask made from the skull of some kind of horned animal
A lanky firbolg is standing stiffly still off to the side of the main road, watching the stranger.
'Oh, hello there. You looking at something?'
He nods. "Yes. You." He suddenly smiles wide and gives a big friendly wave. Seems like a bit of a sudden personality change. "I'm Cliff!! Good to meet you!"
The hall seems to amplify your whistle song, boosting it to glorious heights and causing it to echo throughout the room long after you're finished. When the song is over, the single, many eyed audience members rises to his feet and claps his purple gloved hands. A uproarious wave of applause hits you like a wave, washing across the stage as if every seat was filled with a crowd.
Jasper's mouth smiles, but his eyes clearly do not, pearing at the mysterious figure. "Sir! I think it only fair if you give me a show as well, no?"
The applause stops abruptly. The man stands there, a solitary purple monolith in the darkness of the theater. You can feel each individual eye of the man on you. "Really?" He speaks in a low, calm voice that seems to be every where in the room at once. "My performance so far hasn't been enough? Was my acting poor? It was when I played the ticket seller, wasn't it? I can never quite get his accent right." He says all this in a terrifyingly sarcastic tone. You can't tell exactly if he is deeply offended or merely amused by your question. "Or was it when I played the disappointed man in the crowd? I payed close attention to the source material though, that can't have been it. Perhaps the set design was not too your liking? I crafted it all myself, the doors, the floors, the carpet, the ceiling, the curtain, the stage you stand on right now. I've been orchestrating a story this entire time and today, you were the star. The protagonist. Be glad I didn't write a villain." He is silent for a moment and the cloud of eyes that form his face swirl and shift slowly, contemplating. "Are you still unsatisfied? Do you still want more?"
Jasper feels slightly embarrassed now. "Well then. See, I noticed it all, it's definitely impressive. I just expected a conventional show, that's all. I shouldn't be so upset over a dime, I guess. What I've been wanting to ask though, what exactly is this place, and what or who are you? How can you do this all?"
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A stranger has walked into town. Tall and tanned, with his bare torso tattooed with the stripes of a tiger, he cuts a striking figure. On his head is a mask made from the skull of some kind of horned animal
A lanky firbolg is standing stiffly still off to the side of the main road, watching the stranger.
'Oh, hello there. You looking at something?'
He nods. "Yes. You." He suddenly smiles wide and gives a big friendly wave. Seems like a bit of a sudden personality change. "I'm Cliff!! Good to meet you!"
'Good to meet you too. Are you a traveller?'
"Only when I'm being chased. Currently nobody alive is chasing me though, so I'm enjoying it here, yes... we could be friends you know! I'm always lonely." He seems quite genuine.
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The applause stops abruptly. The man stands there, a solitary purple monolith in the darkness of the theater. You can feel each individual eye of the man on you. "Really?" He speaks in a low, calm voice that seems to be every where in the room at once. "My performance so far hasn't been enough? Was my acting poor? It was when I played the ticket seller, wasn't it? I can never quite get his accent right." He says all this in a terrifyingly sarcastic tone. You can't tell exactly if he is deeply offended or merely amused by your question. "Or was it when I played the disappointed man in the crowd? I payed close attention to the source material though, that can't have been it. Perhaps the set design was not too your liking? I crafted it all myself, the doors, the floors, the carpet, the ceiling, the curtain, the stage you stand on right now. I've been orchestrating a story this entire time and today, you were the star. The protagonist. Be glad I didn't write a villain." He is silent for a moment and the cloud of eyes that form his face swirl and shift slowly, contemplating. "Are you still unsatisfied? Do you still want more?"
Jasper feels slightly embarrassed now. "Well then. See, I noticed it all, it's definitely impressive. I just expected a conventional show, that's all. I shouldn't be so upset over a dime, I guess. What I've been wanting to ask though, what exactly is this place, and what or who are you? How can you do this all?"
"Conventional isn't exactly how I roll." He says with a chuckle, "I usually don't provide much explanation for my actions. Too much exposition pushes the audience out of the story. But I like you. You've got guts." He begins to rise into the air. His feet emerging from the sea of seating and hanging loose in thin air. He spreads his violet clad arms out as he speaks, "I'm a showman. A spirit of art and entertainment. Some might further classify me as a demon but... well... most genres are made by old professors in stuffy studies. This here is my theater. My domain. My Midnight Matinee. Here, the show goes on forever and always. I do this all for the entertainment of it and because I am an artist." Every single one of the eyes in his cloud blink out of existence at once for a split second before reappearing. "All the world's a stage and the people merely players. This fact of life is no where more clear than here."
*I've actually been thinking about making a story-based tavern based on this guy. It might even be a Sleepover sort of game exploring his realm.*
The applause stops abruptly. The man stands there, a solitary purple monolith in the darkness of the theater. You can feel each individual eye of the man on you. "Really?" He speaks in a low, calm voice that seems to be every where in the room at once. "My performance so far hasn't been enough? Was my acting poor? It was when I played the ticket seller, wasn't it? I can never quite get his accent right." He says all this in a terrifyingly sarcastic tone. You can't tell exactly if he is deeply offended or merely amused by your question. "Or was it when I played the disappointed man in the crowd? I payed close attention to the source material though, that can't have been it. Perhaps the set design was not too your liking? I crafted it all myself, the doors, the floors, the carpet, the ceiling, the curtain, the stage you stand on right now. I've been orchestrating a story this entire time and today, you were the star. The protagonist. Be glad I didn't write a villain." He is silent for a moment and the cloud of eyes that form his face swirl and shift slowly, contemplating. "Are you still unsatisfied? Do you still want more?"
Jasper feels slightly embarrassed now. "Well then. See, I noticed it all, it's definitely impressive. I just expected a conventional show, that's all. I shouldn't be so upset over a dime, I guess. What I've been wanting to ask though, what exactly is this place, and what or who are you? How can you do this all?"
"Conventional isn't exactly how I roll." He says with a chuckle, "I usually don't provide much explanation for my actions. Too much exposition pushes the audience out of the story. But I like you. You've got guts." He begins to rise into the air. His feet emerging from the sea of seating and hanging loose in thin air. He spreads his violet clad arms out as he speaks, "I'm a showman. A spirit of art and entertainment. Some might further classify me as a demon but... well... most genres are made by old professors in stuffy studies. This here is my theater. My domain. My Midnight Matinee. Here, the show goes on forever and always. I do this all for the entertainment of it and because I am an artist." Every single one of the eyes in his cloud blink out of existence at once for a split second before reappearing. "All the world's a stage and the people merely players. This fact of life is no where more clear than here."
*I've actually been thinking about making a story-based tavern based on this guy. It might even be a Sleepover sort of game exploring his realm.*
*Reaaally really cool in my opinion, you should totally go for it*
Throughout the duration of this explanation, Jasper nods slowly up and then back down, understanding dawning. "You know, I actually really appreciate this now, and you telling me. I believe you, that's for sure. And I'd say you are quite an exceptional artist, this is mostly beyond my comprehension." He is very intrigued now, though.
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"Conventional isn't exactly how I roll." He says with a chuckle, "I usually don't provide much explanation for my actions. Too much exposition pushes the audience out of the story. But I like you. You've got guts." He begins to rise into the air. His feet emerging from the sea of seating and hanging loose in thin air. He spreads his violet clad arms out as he speaks, "I'm a showman. A spirit of art and entertainment. Some might further classify me as a demon but... well... most genres are made by old professors in stuffy studies. This here is my theater. My domain. My Midnight Matinee. Here, the show goes on forever and always. I do this all for the entertainment of it and because I am an artist." Every single one of the eyes in his cloud blink out of existence at once for a split second before reappearing. "All the world's a stage and the people merely players. This fact of life is no where more clear than here."
*I've actually been thinking about making a story-based tavern based on this guy. It might even be a Sleepover sort of game exploring his realm.*
*Reaaally really cool in my opinion, you should totally go for it*
Throughout the duration of this explanation, Jasper nods slowly up and then back down, understanding dawning. "You know, I actually really appreciate this now, and you telling me. I believe you, that's for sure. And I'd say you are quite an exceptional artist, this is mostly beyond my comprehension." He is very intrigued now, though.
*Awesome! I will try soon (relatively so) but now is not the time. Life is Busy with a capital B at the moment with scholarly studies, creative endeavors, and intercontinental travels. You know how it is.*
"I'm glad. Don't forget to leave a five star review." You blink, and for the split second that your eyes are closed you witness a terrifyingly grand vision of five dizzyingly gargantuan balls of blinding inferno hurtling through the vast expanse of space. "Everyone is an artist, most just don't put the effort into it."
"Conventional isn't exactly how I roll." He says with a chuckle, "I usually don't provide much explanation for my actions. Too much exposition pushes the audience out of the story. But I like you. You've got guts." He begins to rise into the air. His feet emerging from the sea of seating and hanging loose in thin air. He spreads his violet clad arms out as he speaks, "I'm a showman. A spirit of art and entertainment. Some might further classify me as a demon but... well... most genres are made by old professors in stuffy studies. This here is my theater. My domain. My Midnight Matinee. Here, the show goes on forever and always. I do this all for the entertainment of it and because I am an artist." Every single one of the eyes in his cloud blink out of existence at once for a split second before reappearing. "All the world's a stage and the people merely players. This fact of life is no where more clear than here."
*I've actually been thinking about making a story-based tavern based on this guy. It might even be a Sleepover sort of game exploring his realm.*
*Reaaally really cool in my opinion, you should totally go for it*
Throughout the duration of this explanation, Jasper nods slowly up and then back down, understanding dawning. "You know, I actually really appreciate this now, and you telling me. I believe you, that's for sure. And I'd say you are quite an exceptional artist, this is mostly beyond my comprehension." He is very intrigued now, though.
*Awesome! I will try soon (relatively so) but now is not the time. Life is Busy with a capital B at the moment with scholarly studies, creative endeavors, and intercontinental travels. You know how it is.*
"I'm glad. Don't forget to leave a five star review." You blink, and for the split second that your eyes are closed you witness a terrifyingly grand vision of five dizzyingly gargantuan balls of blinding inferno hurtling through the vast expanse of space. "Everyone is an artist, most just don't put the effort into it."
"-Woah" He shakes his blue head. "Yes, you can have your five stars. Too hot for me to handle."
He also nods in agreement. "Now that I do understand. I'm wondering, would you like me to send or invite others in the town to your show?"
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"Conventional isn't exactly how I roll." He says with a chuckle, "I usually don't provide much explanation for my actions. Too much exposition pushes the audience out of the story. But I like you. You've got guts." He begins to rise into the air. His feet emerging from the sea of seating and hanging loose in thin air. He spreads his violet clad arms out as he speaks, "I'm a showman. A spirit of art and entertainment. Some might further classify me as a demon but... well... most genres are made by old professors in stuffy studies. This here is my theater. My domain. My Midnight Matinee. Here, the show goes on forever and always. I do this all for the entertainment of it and because I am an artist." Every single one of the eyes in his cloud blink out of existence at once for a split second before reappearing. "All the world's a stage and the people merely players. This fact of life is no where more clear than here."
*I've actually been thinking about making a story-based tavern based on this guy. It might even be a Sleepover sort of game exploring his realm.*
*Reaaally really cool in my opinion, you should totally go for it*
Throughout the duration of this explanation, Jasper nods slowly up and then back down, understanding dawning. "You know, I actually really appreciate this now, and you telling me. I believe you, that's for sure. And I'd say you are quite an exceptional artist, this is mostly beyond my comprehension." He is very intrigued now, though.
*Awesome! I will try soon (relatively so) but now is not the time. Life is Busy with a capital B at the moment with scholarly studies, creative endeavors, and intercontinental travels. You know how it is.*
"I'm glad. Don't forget to leave a five star review." You blink, and for the split second that your eyes are closed you witness a terrifyingly grand vision of five dizzyingly gargantuan balls of blinding inferno hurtling through the vast expanse of space. "Everyone is an artist, most just don't put the effort into it."
"-Woah" He shakes his blue head. "Yes, you can have your five stars. Too hot for me to handle."
He also nods in agreement. "Now that I do understand. I'm wondering, would you like me to send or invite others in the town to your show?"
"Hmm... I think not. Not now at least. I'm planning on packing up and moving on to another town, city, kingdom, country, or plane. The road goes ever on, and I like to sample all the world's art. I've already tasted several from this area." He says, suspended in mid-air. "Doubtless I will return here someday. All the old classics have to be shown to the new generation. When I do, I may call on you for some publicity."
"Conventional isn't exactly how I roll." He says with a chuckle, "I usually don't provide much explanation for my actions. Too much exposition pushes the audience out of the story. But I like you. You've got guts." He begins to rise into the air. His feet emerging from the sea of seating and hanging loose in thin air. He spreads his violet clad arms out as he speaks, "I'm a showman. A spirit of art and entertainment. Some might further classify me as a demon but... well... most genres are made by old professors in stuffy studies. This here is my theater. My domain. My Midnight Matinee. Here, the show goes on forever and always. I do this all for the entertainment of it and because I am an artist." Every single one of the eyes in his cloud blink out of existence at once for a split second before reappearing. "All the world's a stage and the people merely players. This fact of life is no where more clear than here."
*I've actually been thinking about making a story-based tavern based on this guy. It might even be a Sleepover sort of game exploring his realm.*
*Reaaally really cool in my opinion, you should totally go for it*
Throughout the duration of this explanation, Jasper nods slowly up and then back down, understanding dawning. "You know, I actually really appreciate this now, and you telling me. I believe you, that's for sure. And I'd say you are quite an exceptional artist, this is mostly beyond my comprehension." He is very intrigued now, though.
*Awesome! I will try soon (relatively so) but now is not the time. Life is Busy with a capital B at the moment with scholarly studies, creative endeavors, and intercontinental travels. You know how it is.*
"I'm glad. Don't forget to leave a five star review." You blink, and for the split second that your eyes are closed you witness a terrifyingly grand vision of five dizzyingly gargantuan balls of blinding inferno hurtling through the vast expanse of space. "Everyone is an artist, most just don't put the effort into it."
"-Woah" He shakes his blue head. "Yes, you can have your five stars. Too hot for me to handle."
He also nods in agreement. "Now that I do understand. I'm wondering, would you like me to send or invite others in the town to your show?"
"Hmm... I think not. Not now at least. I'm planning on packing up and moving on to another town, city, kingdom, country, or plane. The road goes ever on, and I like to sample all the world's art. I've already tasted several from this area." He says, suspended in mid-air. "Doubtless I will return here someday. All the old classics have to be shown to the new generation. When I do, I may call on you for some publicity."
The quickling gives a double thumbs up. "In that case.... well. Thank you for this opportunity, shall I call it? Quite the experience. I'll be going now though, I suppose. Got some things to attend to back at the Store."
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"Conventional isn't exactly how I roll." He says with a chuckle, "I usually don't provide much explanation for my actions. Too much exposition pushes the audience out of the story. But I like you. You've got guts." He begins to rise into the air. His feet emerging from the sea of seating and hanging loose in thin air. He spreads his violet clad arms out as he speaks, "I'm a showman. A spirit of art and entertainment. Some might further classify me as a demon but... well... most genres are made by old professors in stuffy studies. This here is my theater. My domain. My Midnight Matinee. Here, the show goes on forever and always. I do this all for the entertainment of it and because I am an artist." Every single one of the eyes in his cloud blink out of existence at once for a split second before reappearing. "All the world's a stage and the people merely players. This fact of life is no where more clear than here."
*I've actually been thinking about making a story-based tavern based on this guy. It might even be a Sleepover sort of game exploring his realm.*
*Reaaally really cool in my opinion, you should totally go for it*
Throughout the duration of this explanation, Jasper nods slowly up and then back down, understanding dawning. "You know, I actually really appreciate this now, and you telling me. I believe you, that's for sure. And I'd say you are quite an exceptional artist, this is mostly beyond my comprehension." He is very intrigued now, though.
*Awesome! I will try soon (relatively so) but now is not the time. Life is Busy with a capital B at the moment with scholarly studies, creative endeavors, and intercontinental travels. You know how it is.*
"I'm glad. Don't forget to leave a five star review." You blink, and for the split second that your eyes are closed you witness a terrifyingly grand vision of five dizzyingly gargantuan balls of blinding inferno hurtling through the vast expanse of space. "Everyone is an artist, most just don't put the effort into it."
"-Woah" He shakes his blue head. "Yes, you can have your five stars. Too hot for me to handle."
He also nods in agreement. "Now that I do understand. I'm wondering, would you like me to send or invite others in the town to your show?"
"Hmm... I think not. Not now at least. I'm planning on packing up and moving on to another town, city, kingdom, country, or plane. The road goes ever on, and I like to sample all the world's art. I've already tasted several from this area." He says, suspended in mid-air. "Doubtless I will return here someday. All the old classics have to be shown to the new generation. When I do, I may call on you for some publicity."
The quickling gives a double thumbs up. "In that case.... well. Thank you for this opportunity, shall I call it? Quite the experience. I'll be going now though, I suppose. Got some things to attend to back at the Store."
“Very well then. On with the show,” he says with a wink of his dozens of eyes. He sweeps his arm out in a wide gesture and points towards a door that has suddenly appeared on the side of the stage.
*What with the notifications out I've missed a bunch of this stuff.*
He simply sits and watches you, giving you the overwhelming impression that you are indeed the entertainment for today.
*Oh, hello, what do we have here?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Music is playing from out of a sewer grate
A stranger has walked into town. Tall and tanned, with his bare torso tattooed with the stripes of a tiger, he cuts a striking figure. On his head is a mask made from the skull of some kind of horned animal
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"Sounds good then. I'll show you a trick of mine."
He proceeds to whistle. Although, at such an astonishing speed to the point where his whistled songs have such detail and precision that it's fairly impressive. Then the song ends, and he stands there, waiting for something.
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A lanky firbolg is standing stiffly still off to the side of the main road, watching the stranger.
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The hall seems to amplify your whistle song, boosting it to glorious heights and causing it to echo throughout the room long after you're finished. When the song is over, the single, many eyed audience members rises to his feet and claps his purple gloved hands. A uproarious wave of applause hits you like a wave, washing across the stage as if every seat was filled with a crowd.
'Oh, hello there. You looking at something?'
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Jasper's mouth smiles, but his eyes clearly do not, pearing at the mysterious figure. "Sir! I think it only fair if you give me a show as well, no?"
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He nods. "Yes. You." He suddenly smiles wide and gives a big friendly wave. Seems like a bit of a sudden personality change. "I'm Cliff!! Good to meet you!"
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The applause stops abruptly. The man stands there, a solitary purple monolith in the darkness of the theater. You can feel each individual eye of the man on you. "Really?" He speaks in a low, calm voice that seems to be every where in the room at once. "My performance so far hasn't been enough? Was my acting poor? It was when I played the ticket seller, wasn't it? I can never quite get his accent right." He says all this in a terrifyingly sarcastic tone. You can't tell exactly if he is deeply offended or merely amused by your question. "Or was it when I played the disappointed man in the crowd? I payed close attention to the source material though, that can't have been it. Perhaps the set design was not too your liking? I crafted it all myself, the doors, the floors, the carpet, the ceiling, the curtain, the stage you stand on right now. I've been orchestrating a story this entire time and today, you were the star. The protagonist. Be glad I didn't write a villain." He is silent for a moment and the cloud of eyes that form his face swirl and shift slowly, contemplating. "Are you still unsatisfied? Do you still want more?"
'Good to meet you too. Are you a traveller?'
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Jasper feels slightly embarrassed now. "Well then. See, I noticed it all, it's definitely impressive. I just expected a conventional show, that's all. I shouldn't be so upset over a dime, I guess. What I've been wanting to ask though, what exactly is this place, and what or who are you? How can you do this all?"
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"Only when I'm being chased. Currently nobody alive is chasing me though, so I'm enjoying it here, yes... we could be friends you know! I'm always lonely." He seems quite genuine.
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"Conventional isn't exactly how I roll." He says with a chuckle, "I usually don't provide much explanation for my actions. Too much exposition pushes the audience out of the story. But I like you. You've got guts." He begins to rise into the air. His feet emerging from the sea of seating and hanging loose in thin air. He spreads his violet clad arms out as he speaks, "I'm a showman. A spirit of art and entertainment. Some might further classify me as a demon but... well... most genres are made by old professors in stuffy studies. This here is my theater. My domain. My Midnight Matinee. Here, the show goes on forever and always. I do this all for the entertainment of it and because I am an artist." Every single one of the eyes in his cloud blink out of existence at once for a split second before reappearing. "All the world's a stage and the people merely players. This fact of life is no where more clear than here."
*I've actually been thinking about making a story-based tavern based on this guy. It might even be a Sleepover sort of game exploring his realm.*
*Reaaally really cool in my opinion, you should totally go for it*
Throughout the duration of this explanation, Jasper nods slowly up and then back down, understanding dawning. "You know, I actually really appreciate this now, and you telling me. I believe you, that's for sure. And I'd say you are quite an exceptional artist, this is mostly beyond my comprehension." He is very intrigued now, though.
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*Awesome! I will try soon (relatively so) but now is not the time. Life is Busy with a capital B at the moment with scholarly studies, creative endeavors, and intercontinental travels. You know how it is.*
"I'm glad. Don't forget to leave a five star review." You blink, and for the split second that your eyes are closed you witness a terrifyingly grand vision of five dizzyingly gargantuan balls of blinding inferno hurtling through the vast expanse of space. "Everyone is an artist, most just don't put the effort into it."
"-Woah" He shakes his blue head. "Yes, you can have your five stars. Too hot for me to handle."
He also nods in agreement. "Now that I do understand. I'm wondering, would you like me to send or invite others in the town to your show?"
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"Hmm... I think not. Not now at least. I'm planning on packing up and moving on to another town, city, kingdom, country, or plane. The road goes ever on, and I like to sample all the world's art. I've already tasted several from this area." He says, suspended in mid-air. "Doubtless I will return here someday. All the old classics have to be shown to the new generation. When I do, I may call on you for some publicity."
The quickling gives a double thumbs up. "In that case.... well. Thank you for this opportunity, shall I call it? Quite the experience. I'll be going now though, I suppose. Got some things to attend to back at the Store."
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“Very well then. On with the show,” he says with a wink of his dozens of eyes. He sweeps his arm out in a wide gesture and points towards a door that has suddenly appeared on the side of the stage.