[hr][b][i][color=lightgray]October 19th, 2018
Princeton, West Virginia[/color][/i][/b][hr]
Among the forest of tents, and from within the center tent comes the sound of applause. Cheering. It was refreshing to hear for Aiden Magnus. [Color=skyblue]"Thank you, thank you for joining us tonight!"[/color] He thanked the audience, and taking a bow, the ringmaster dissapeared in a cloud of smoke. The lights strung across the exits came to life, as the spectators made their way to the carnival. To partake in the games, the rides, and food. And some decided to stay by the circus tents, wanting to watch the performers' acts. Like the knife throwing twins, or the fortune tellers or jesters. Yet one of the twins seemed to have dissapeared. One has to wonder where they went. Sadly, they - Marcus Simmons - had passed durring one of the circus' hunts. 

 Yawning, Aiden walked into his tent and grabbed a book off his desk. While he always keeps a tome of spells with him, he tends to keep record of every demon they encounter on their hunts. He flipped through the pages till the ringmaster spotted the picture of a monstrous worm, both in size and appearance.

 [b][i]Wurm Daemons[/i]
 - Low class
 - Threat Level: Low - Moderate[/b]

 [Color=skyblue]"Odd, looks like I haven't wrote a description for the Wurms yet."[/color] Aiden said, looking through the book a bit longer before putting it up. [Color=skyblue]"Monstrocities nonetheless."[/color] He chuckled, before hearing a group of birds flying to his tent. Quickly running outside, he grabed a walking stick and held an arm out for the birds to perch. Four pigeons, and four ravens. [Color=skyblue]"What the- I thought I had sent ravens only!"[/color] 

 The pigeons cooed in response. [Color=skyblue]"No, no! Of course I appreciate the help but-"[/color] Aiden looked at the ravens, unamused. [Color=skyblue]"It would've fit the theme more if they brought doves with them instead. Anyways, has there been a sign of daemons in the area?"[/color] the ravens cawed, nodding in reply. [Color=skyblue]"Wurm daemons? In the mines? Well shit..."[/color]

 More cooing, along with cawing, as if the birds were having a conversation between eachother. [Color=skyblue]"Okay okay, look. I need you all to send a message to some of the others. Wait- you all can see in color right?"[/color] All the birds somehow nodded in unison. [Color=skyblue]"Okay, nice! They'll be in the tents with the blue flags on them."[/color] Aiden explained, before the birds flew away to gather the performers. 

 [Color=skyblue]"I seriously gotta opt for doves..."[/color] The ringmaster sighed, walking back inside his tent and taking his coat off. He looked over at his tome of spells, then the silver pocketwatch - once belonging to his brother - on top of it. [Color=skyblue]"...Where are you, Parael?"[/color] A frown appeared on Aiden's face, before he threw on a dark blue hooded jacket, and started to set out some snacks and tea for the performers.