Lis'sa Trinall (
lissatrinall) wrote in
knightsoflegend2014-07-31 06:42 pm
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new zealand ♔ when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you | you say that i'm frozen

♬ where i can never be - gary numan
WHO || Lis'sa, Kenzi, Bo, Klaus, Rebekah, Mars[Closed]
WHAT || The Knights investigate a mysterious carnival that may be linked to some magical winter weather
WHERE || New Zealand
WHEN || August 11th [forwarddated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.
Strange winds have blown in, bringing on an unusually chill winter in New Zealand. The ground crunches underfoot with snow, the days growing shoter and stars holding court in the darkness reigning above. An unnatural cold permeates the town, and the river's jubilant voice is frozen under the ice. Birds abandon their nests for warmer climes, their songs silenced by winter's grim embrace. But the frozen riverbank now hosts a shimmering respite from the gloomy cold in the form of garish tents, joyful shouts, and sumptuous smells. Vaale's Carnival has come to town.
Gaiety and laughter cut through the cold wind, and even the sky-shy sun peeks its face from around the gathering winter clouds. Children squeal with delight and gasp in awe at the sights, sounds, and smells of Vaale's Carnival. The Titan's Wheel creaks and groans as a burly lumberjack tests his might wit a hefty spin, a family rushes giggling into the sprawling ice maze to the north, and dozens of happy skaters flit about the rinks atop the frozen river. Carnival dolls are handed to wide-eyed townspeople as prizes and a menagerie of freakish creatures and glowing lights beckons the curious. Garish skirts and scanty veils call others to a different breed of voyeurism altogether. Treats and wonders abound for young and old to enjoy, and for a time, the harsh winter is forgotten in joyful revelry. There's nothing to indicate any sinister going on whatsoever, as the group surveys the happy smiles of the crowd.
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Sorry to keep you waiting, love. Do you think it worth looking into that racket backstage?
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[ in the shadows behind the tent, a young red-haired woman sits crying and holding the side of her face in pain. removing her hand, she reveals a bruise already forming on her milk-white cheek. a short half-orc with blood red eyes looms over her, a snarl on his ugly face. he wears a simple red overcoat adorned with gold and ivory buttons over mithral chainmail, and carries an ornate greatsword on his back. ]
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It seems my associate and I managed to get ourselves a bit turned around back there. I do hope we aren't interrupting anything too important here.
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"Only business. Stage is back that way." ]
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[Half orcs for days, but Klaus appears no more intimidated than he did when interacting with the half-orc posted at the entrance.]
Perhaps we might be able to assist with this business of yours, which seems to have caused your female associate here to crumple to the floor in tears, hm?
[Calling a bitch out basically. And if that weren't a big enough slap in the face, Klaus appears to be waiting a response from said female, not half-orc-sama.]
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"You're what I say you are," he spits back, drawing back a foot to deliver a kick to her, from which she starts to cringe. lis'sa's gun is in her hand before he can do so however, her voice cold as she says: ] I don't think you want me to say what you are. [ his eyes narrow as he notices the gun, and he turns to face them more fully, a calculating look in his gaze. "No need to make scene here. We make a deal. Kabran offer... free sample, just for you," he says, gesturing to the girl, to indicate that she's the sample in question. "You go on your way." ]
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[Because, real talk, Klaus was more interested in the chance of enacting a bit of violence than he was Ralla's well being. Alas, you play the hand you're dealt. When the scream is heard and Lis'sa beckons him, he gives the dancer girl a small smile and a, "Duty calls," before heading out the way they came (??) or wherever it sounded like that scream had been coming from.]
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