[color=gray]Ah yes! A story you have not heard...hmm...a curious request. Lessons, ehm-[i]stories[/i], pardon, are often an...[i]embellishment[/i] of...lessons! Yes, stories, and how they are told often convey such sentiments, but trust me child.

I vill do my best to teach you someszink...[i]new[/i].[/color]

[color=gray]Zehr vonce was a castle, built upside-down; eits [i]taaallest[/i] tower?[/color]
There was only a momentary pause, a paper backdrop of a castle upon a pale blue sky with a tower reaching higher and higher towards the wooden frame of Luci's puppet stage before rattling as their tail released a string and the scene came rattling down.
[color=gray]-reache' [i]fffaaaaahh[/i] underground~[/color]
The image of a castle was pulled up to the top of the wooden frame, still in view, as the 'tower' was pulled by a weight down and down until being the stage, Luci rapidly pulled a thick string and reeled the first frame up, yanking the castle away until it was merely the image of the inverse tower on a black backdrop.
A pale light shone in through pinholes, illuminated by the tiniest of whispers offered by the bard to construct a weak twinkling light akin to stars around the tower.
[color=gray]A lad, long wait to see their betrothed, an' a [i]prince[/i] as their father would owe,
He would wait for a time, and more...as the princess prayed: their captor should snore~[/color]
A curl of the Tiefling's tail entered frame, adorned with a cap of folded and painted tin on hinges. The scaly black worm was creepily only barely noticeable upon the backdrop due to the myriad illusions of minor sort until an eye glinted in a carved socket of its 'head' and Luci pulled a string to open its maw. Out jetted a slow gout of flames in pace with its self, its ridges frilling and lighting with the same light.
[color=gray]A brave knight, a wizard, an archer and zee holier, more, all vith ample intent to settle a score...[/color]
The scene lowers enough, almost compacting a little for a tiny cutout of what looked like a figure in armor and one with a robe and insultingly cliché hat. Such so to follow the description, the next rolled up as if the puppeteer held the cutouts on sticks between their fingers. A green figure with a bow and angled hat and a white robed figure with a shield and mace in the shape of a cross.
A roar then rattled the ship and the motions stopped only briefly before the narration continued in haste.

[color=bc8dbf]"Triumphed and evil vahz vonce again no more!"[/color] Luciel chimed, retracting the bits and pulling the back cord to drop the tiny curtain. Their eyes darted as the small crowd of children that had grown 'aawwhhh'd and maybe a single adult boo'd, having not gathered the gravity of the situation. Audibly, air rushed past the ship to a degree that the vessel momentarily dipped. Luci clung to the strings with one hand and a post with the other, letting the mass of the small stage tip and crack as it impacted the floor. A tiny bit of Luciel died, watching the mechanisms and pulleys come dislodge and uncoil; their springs shooting reams of hand-painted backdrop over the floor before the main arch crunched into it.
Luciel coiled, containing his anguish from watching his work be crumpled so simply as he clung to a pillar. A few hyperventilating breaths as he smoothed the plating over his tail and belted it into place was all the preparation he needed before mustering the rage that drove him towards the stairs to the upper deck once the vessel righted itself.

It was a [i]blur[/i] of mighty white as the scales of a grand beast met Luciel's eyes. Shamefully, he turned back the way he came even though they were unsure what to even do with what power they had. It was supposed to be a simple flight, so he was told. A beast of such magnitude was nothing like he'd imagined to see in person, but he owed the children an end to the story.

[color=gray]To the...

An end...

A story?[/color]
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Luciel gasped awake, gurgling and wretching as they turned and then messily coughed up saltwater and heaved the contents of their last meal in the same motion. A soft sigh ended the exhalation before slowly inhaling, coughing briefly as being no stranger to hangover illness. This was something, different, however. A cold coil bound his insides to the point of paralyzing his limbs and he fell flat on a side, raising his arms up to grip the base of his horns while messily sobbing a few messy bouts and groaning as his probable injuries encroached on him.
[color=bc8dbf]"Jeets...[color=gray]*cough*[/color]...just..."[/color] Luciel began, slowly righting themselves. [color=bc8dbf]"I szink I vould bel-[i][color=gray]*coughing fit*[/color][/i] Be-[color=gray]*cough*[/color]-lieve such szinks."[/color] The news of not finding any others alive wounded the bard deeply, but now was not the time to be [i]of[/i] such sentiments. [color=bc8dbf]"I vahz an...entertainer, ouf sorts,"[/color] he began, still a bit shellshocked and just responding as it was requested before bracing against a rock to stand. [color=bc8dbf]"N-novon? At all?"[/color] they asked, watching Jeets walk off before crumbling and finally taking a moment to turn and behold the remains of what once was The Wyndspire Falcon, dashed across the rocks.

Luciel looked away from the main mass, gripping the nearby rocks and dry-heaving for a moment and the rolling over. Finding themselves to still be within their immediately notable faculties, they briefly relaxed. Seeing no reason to seek out their set what was no doubt smashed to crap at this point based on last he'd seen it, the crates of garments were probably in similar discord.

It was, in [i]all[/i], a mess.

The tiefling merely held their head in their hands as they watched the carnage slowly be washed over by the waves of the tide. No mind was paid to the corpses, and if anything, for each one, they looked more towards the horizon, hoping not to see any they remembered. After a short while, they looked through their bag, taking note of its contents and patting themselves over with some quick mending to tidy up the tatters of their coat and make themselves a bit more presentable before making their way towards the others. Quietly waving their hand on the approach then resting it on their chest. [color=bc8dbf]"Ehm...h-hello,"[/color] they shyly began, out of their element as meeting people while not in character(s) was a rarity in recent years, [color=bc8dbf]"Quite zee ride, ah? Heh...oh! I am Luciel, alzough 'Luci' vill suffice."[/color] With the conclusion of their introduction, they rested their darkened glasses over their lightly squinting eyes.