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The Troupe
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Jim looked out the window of his trailer, the sun was setting over the fair grounds and soon the general public would be allowed to enter. He exited his trailer quietly, to not disturb the rest of the members of his little band of Mages. They had been traveling for the majority of the day, so the may very well be resting, or doing their own preparations for their own evenings. A light breeze blew through the fair grounds, helping to combat the heat and spread the aroma of all the unhealthy foods the fair had to offer. If I don't get a funnel cake out of all this, something will be seriously wrong Jim thought to himself. Soon he arrived to the area near the back of the grounds that had been allotted to The Troupe and began the task of setting up shop.
First he had to hide the area from the prying eyes of mortals, the grounds were empty enough, but it never hurt to be cautious. With a few simple incantations Jim altered the area surrounding himself, if someone were to look they would see a few mean hastily assembling a large center tent, as well as two side tents for fortune telling and herb shop/medium. In reality Jim was more than prepared to do all of this himself. He walked up to the area where the large tent would sit, and grabbed the open air. Soon a small rush of air could be heard, what appeared to be a "rip" opened up by Jim's hands. Suddenly, a large tent with a stage unfolded from the rip and landed on the group with a dull thump. Jim stepped into the tent and admired his handiwork. All the chairs were arranged into neat rows, with a space down the middle for people to enter and exit. The stage was large enough to house any idea one of the performers might cook up, and could support the weight of at least two African elephants (Jim tried three one, didn't go well). Stepping outside Jim removed the top hat that always adorned his head, and reached inside. With a little effort he pulled out two smaller tents and placed them to either side of the entrance of the main stage. These are where Victoria and Monty could do small side acts before the main event began. With the tents set up Jim headed to the rows of vendors and games, to maybe to a few tricks to get people interested in the show. Oh, and to get his funnel cake.
First he had to hide the area from the prying eyes of mortals, the grounds were empty enough, but it never hurt to be cautious. With a few simple incantations Jim altered the area surrounding himself, if someone were to look they would see a few mean hastily assembling a large center tent, as well as two side tents for fortune telling and herb shop/medium. In reality Jim was more than prepared to do all of this himself. He walked up to the area where the large tent would sit, and grabbed the open air. Soon a small rush of air could be heard, what appeared to be a "rip" opened up by Jim's hands. Suddenly, a large tent with a stage unfolded from the rip and landed on the group with a dull thump. Jim stepped into the tent and admired his handiwork. All the chairs were arranged into neat rows, with a space down the middle for people to enter and exit. The stage was large enough to house any idea one of the performers might cook up, and could support the weight of at least two African elephants (Jim tried three one, didn't go well). Stepping outside Jim removed the top hat that always adorned his head, and reached inside. With a little effort he pulled out two smaller tents and placed them to either side of the entrance of the main stage. These are where Victoria and Monty could do small side acts before the main event began. With the tents set up Jim headed to the rows of vendors and games, to maybe to a few tricks to get people interested in the show. Oh, and to get his funnel cake.
Here it is! The IC/OOC for The Troupe! Allow me to paint a bit of a picture for our first show.
Its midsummer, and The Troupe has stopped at a small Midwestern town to perform at their county fair. It would be a nice enough crowd, and a nice little stop before one of the next major stops. The fair has all of the things you would expect, fried foods, rigged games, and rides the are held together by what appears to be a mixture of duct tape, chewing gum, and faith. There is still a couple of hours before the show starts, so feel free to have you characters meet up, or explore the fair-grounds. Just be sure to meet at Jim's trailer before showtime. Have fun kiddies!
Its midsummer, and The Troupe has stopped at a small Midwestern town to perform at their county fair. It would be a nice enough crowd, and a nice little stop before one of the next major stops. The fair has all of the things you would expect, fried foods, rigged games, and rides the are held together by what appears to be a mixture of duct tape, chewing gum, and faith. There is still a couple of hours before the show starts, so feel free to have you characters meet up, or explore the fair-grounds. Just be sure to meet at Jim's trailer before showtime. Have fun kiddies!
Thanks so much for the interest everybody! However, like I stated in the first post, there were a limited number of seats. So after some deliberation I have come to the following group.
BuriedComic7: GM & James "Jim" Morgen
Marx: Julian Wilde
WinterNightSky: Victoria Rose Chandler
Pathfinder: Mortalis "Monty" Passio
22ice22: Vincent Williams
Thanks again for all of the CSs!
BuriedComic7: GM & James "Jim" Morgen
Marx: Julian Wilde
WinterNightSky: Victoria Rose Chandler
Pathfinder: Mortalis "Monty" Passio
22ice22: Vincent Williams
Thanks again for all of the CSs!
MasterNarrator and Pathfinder, could I get a sample post PMed to me when you guys get the chance?
I am sorry boys and girls, but I gotta drop this. I had some other stuff jump up. Sorry friends :p
Yeah, submit a CS right here :D
Sorry the post was kinda long! I really enjoyed writing it and kinda got carried away xD
Tollank heard the voice within the confines of his mind, the sound of his mother’s voice playing over and over. Out of habit he snapped his fingers together, desperate to cut into the darkness that surrounded him. Nothing. For the first time since he was a boy, Tollank couldn’t see. At least then he could react to the world around him, in this personal Hell he couldn’t even hear. The voice still echoed in his mind. Mind your steps, Tollank. Mind your steps, Tollank. Mind your steps, Tollank. The more he thought about it the less it seemed like something his mother would say. This voice wasn’t his mother, it was some outside force mocking him. Mocking him for finally being truly helpless. He fell to his knees, and screamed. No sound escaped his lips. Tollank felt his lungs ache from the screaming, and his throat begin to grow sore, but yet nothing escaped. He began to cry, at least he thought he did. He felt tears run down his face, or was that sweat? He couldn’t tell anymore. In this prison only two things were constant. The empty void that surrounded him, and the dull ache in his chest from the screaming that made no sound.
For a while he just sat there, afraid to move. He couldn’t see, and was directly told that a misstep would cost him his life. Tollank had no idea where the ledge started. As of right now his was sitting on solid ground, but the ledge could be inches away. Or feet. He didn’t know. All Tollank knew was that he had to get out of this god forsaken place. Slowly, inch by inch, he began to crawl forward. After crawling he felt it, the beginning of the drop-off. His fingers moved across the ledge, he felt for the walkway that would lead to his salvation. Moving left he scooted along, until his fingers met another ledge. Tollank felt in front of him, it was the walkway! Finally he could get out of this goddamn void.
The walkway was actually not very difficult to navigate, it turned a couple times, but at the crawl that Tollank was maintaining it was easy to navigate. He kept crawling along, afraid to stand up and risk falling. Meanwhile the blackness that surrounded him offered no comfort, its constant embrace was starting to get to him. He just wanted out of here, he wanted to go back to the park, feel the warm water of the stream wash over his feet. Wash his troubles away. Tollank began to daydream about the brook, the park, his friends, but soon he lost his focus on the task at hand. He started to pick up the pace, not focusing on the task at hand. Suddenly the path took a sharp turn, but at this point he was powerless to slow himself. Tollank fell over the edge, into the darkness below. He felt the air whizzing past him, picking up speed. He would never see his friends again, his trip would end as soon as it began. Tollank screamed. Screamed for Leon, Areia, Keita, and Alan. For all the others in Ellexkir he had yet to meet. Now he never would. He could see the floor down below. Wait. He could see the floor. He could hear the scream. It was louder than anything he had ever heard before, deafening almost. Suddenly Tollank had a revelation. He was controlling the power and frequency of the sound. Focusing, he felt the sound waves move, narrowing into a beam aimed at the floor. He could feel himself slowing, losing speed. He was moving at a speed now that he could survive this, but it would hurt like a bitch. Closing his eye, he continued to scream, and braced for impact.
Tollank’s body hit the ground, and pain erupted from all over his body. His metal arm had survived the fall, but the rest of his body didn’t fare so well. He could feel something poke his lungs when he tried to breath, ribs were broken. He let out another inhuman scream, to survey the damage done to his body. His legs lay at awkward angles, and would not move to his prompting. He could move his other arm, but the wrist hurt like hell. He screamed again, the sound echoing through the test chamber. Tollank noticed something to his right…a door. He had found the exit! Using all of his strength he pulled his body towards salvation. When he got close enough the door slid open to reveal a large room with other doors dotting its walls. Tollank assumed all test chambers lead to this room, so the victors could see one other. Tollank dragged himself into the room, leaving a trail of blood across the clean white floor. He made it. He beat the goddamn test. He could see again. A small smile crossed Tollank’s face, before his eyes closed and he lost consciousness.
For a while he just sat there, afraid to move. He couldn’t see, and was directly told that a misstep would cost him his life. Tollank had no idea where the ledge started. As of right now his was sitting on solid ground, but the ledge could be inches away. Or feet. He didn’t know. All Tollank knew was that he had to get out of this god forsaken place. Slowly, inch by inch, he began to crawl forward. After crawling he felt it, the beginning of the drop-off. His fingers moved across the ledge, he felt for the walkway that would lead to his salvation. Moving left he scooted along, until his fingers met another ledge. Tollank felt in front of him, it was the walkway! Finally he could get out of this goddamn void.
The walkway was actually not very difficult to navigate, it turned a couple times, but at the crawl that Tollank was maintaining it was easy to navigate. He kept crawling along, afraid to stand up and risk falling. Meanwhile the blackness that surrounded him offered no comfort, its constant embrace was starting to get to him. He just wanted out of here, he wanted to go back to the park, feel the warm water of the stream wash over his feet. Wash his troubles away. Tollank began to daydream about the brook, the park, his friends, but soon he lost his focus on the task at hand. He started to pick up the pace, not focusing on the task at hand. Suddenly the path took a sharp turn, but at this point he was powerless to slow himself. Tollank fell over the edge, into the darkness below. He felt the air whizzing past him, picking up speed. He would never see his friends again, his trip would end as soon as it began. Tollank screamed. Screamed for Leon, Areia, Keita, and Alan. For all the others in Ellexkir he had yet to meet. Now he never would. He could see the floor down below. Wait. He could see the floor. He could hear the scream. It was louder than anything he had ever heard before, deafening almost. Suddenly Tollank had a revelation. He was controlling the power and frequency of the sound. Focusing, he felt the sound waves move, narrowing into a beam aimed at the floor. He could feel himself slowing, losing speed. He was moving at a speed now that he could survive this, but it would hurt like a bitch. Closing his eye, he continued to scream, and braced for impact.
Tollank’s body hit the ground, and pain erupted from all over his body. His metal arm had survived the fall, but the rest of his body didn’t fare so well. He could feel something poke his lungs when he tried to breath, ribs were broken. He let out another inhuman scream, to survey the damage done to his body. His legs lay at awkward angles, and would not move to his prompting. He could move his other arm, but the wrist hurt like hell. He screamed again, the sound echoing through the test chamber. Tollank noticed something to his right…a door. He had found the exit! Using all of his strength he pulled his body towards salvation. When he got close enough the door slid open to reveal a large room with other doors dotting its walls. Tollank assumed all test chambers lead to this room, so the victors could see one other. Tollank dragged himself into the room, leaving a trail of blood across the clean white floor. He made it. He beat the goddamn test. He could see again. A small smile crossed Tollank’s face, before his eyes closed and he lost consciousness.
Its all good Baconator-friend!
I for one, enjoyed your post :D
I for one, enjoyed your post :D
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