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.
* Please make a list of all items your character is carrying in an entry in their journal before tagging into this post! They are free to have requisitioned any equipment or weapons they desire beforehand.

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And this is what happens when Dr. Seuss has a bad trip....
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....what the...
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We have to follow him.
[And so she does. Running now, hope you guys are following her!]
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signs sloppily painted in smears of brownish red blood read "Free Peep Show!" outside the tent now. their arrows point to the pair of nondescript tents erected in the shadow of the wood, just beyond the ale tents. in front of the tents, fairgoers of all types line up before the entrance, bristling with excited anticipation to see what causes the bright flashes of light and horrified screams from within. mangled in the branches of the nearby trees hang the bodies of several half-orcs, dancers, and a pair of foreign musicians, their mouths and eye sockets all stuffed with fresh daisies. ] In there. [ lis'sa follows bo's lead, and into the tent they go~ a veiled dancer inside is weaving her arms in a seductive manner on the stage within. we'll need another spot check to try to find signs of the fey... ]
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Eventually he catches up to Bo and Lis'sa, but he doesn't do much more than casually glance around (spot 11).]
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Her eyes snap around as they move into the tent, Bo not even sparing a glance to the 'show.' (spot 27)]
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Oh god. [ Pretty boy just cant.]
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You there. I don't suppose you'd happen to know a "Ralla" by any chance, now would you?
[Hey they both looked to be members of the carnival's half naked dance troupe ok. What is the point of saving a bitch if you can't cash in a favor and call off the inhuman strippers that are potentially waiting in the wings to eviscerate the party?]
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"I do not know this Ralla, no," she hums, her voice an entrancing sound that seems to echo over itself. "I am more interested to know your name..." ] Don't look at her. [ lis'sa snaps, a little too late. she brings her gun up, searching the room with it. ] Does anyone see where it went?
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[As she starts to move in the direction of the noise she heard after the snatching of the veil.]
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Instead, he takes off after their invisible friend-- thankfully not blind and rolling a spot 28 (+5? or is that a separate roll idek) to follow this bitch.]
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the exhibit has undergone a drastic change. stripped of its once-colorful decorations, its juts like a rotten claw from a quagmire of mud and blood. fairgoers navigate towards it on rotten planks arranged as stepping stones to span the fetid morass. ghoulish trophies dangle from the great metal wheel, bound by their own intestines to the rusting metal so they drag through the mud and up into the air as the wheel rotates. three madly giggling ice brownies operate the ride, one opening up the back door to drag screaming visitors in and strap them to the counterweighted cogs and cranks - the other two encouraging people to come up and give the wheel a spin, which will stretch and pull the victims until they tear apart.
one such patron steps up to the wheel - and an invisible force yanks his pants down with a giggle, giving away the fey's position. ] There!
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He ain't losin' any sleep over it though, and instead just looks back at Mars expectantly like don't you have magic to throw at this thing? :/]
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...This is that point when she doesn't know if she should stop the ride of follow the fey, but her will save of 18 has her gritting her teeth and attempting to push forward. They can't lose the fey or they might not ever find the one running this horrific mess.]
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[Considering he might have been able to take them to the person they actually needed to kill to stop this craziness, but it's a little late for that.
Bo rolls him over if needed, looking for the shard that was hanging around his neck.]
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You're welcome.
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