Tent of the Otherworlds [FRP Event] (1 Viewer)

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"Come one- come all! For the small price of five-thousand arunes, enter the Tent of the Otherworlds to see wonders of the abnormal!"

Within the streets of Everhollow would a tent be propped up- it revealing a flashy red and white color scheme to garner as much attention as possible. On signs by the entrance would be written the following; "Glimpse into the realm of Chaos with the Strange Seven!" and "Have your true self discovered!". The shouting of advertisement emerged from a rather lowly man, somewhat torn rags over his person, clearly doing what he can for some coin. Bursts of heat and unanimous cheers could already be felt by the entrance of the tent, as well as subtle shuffling of portions of tent all over, as if being moved from the inside. If any were to try and look in, they would see nought but a violet curtain, blocking any unpaid eyes from sight.

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Hello! This is a forum event, and will likely be going on for some time due to the nature of it being on the forums. All characters are welcome unless said character is obviously hostile or evil. Just reply to this like any other forum event and you're in!

This is considered my trial event, and has been confirmed by @monomyth .
 

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Vultog, who was just happening to be in Everhollow to collect materials for his latest alchemical experiments, would note the tent with a raised eyebrow. As much as he was hesitant to believe such fodder, the last many septs had strained him emotionally and he needed a distraction from all the chaos within his own life. So with some hesitance he would go to step in, preparing the sack of arunes to pay the man.
 

llmited

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Vara wanders into the tent, ready to do another tarot card reading, especially after Dalton's reading. :)
 

JCmarine

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Resavari the dahriimite in self denial would’ve entered in curiousity, having nothing better to do while she traveled. She kept a hold of her walking stick. “This’ll be interesting humor...” she came to the tent, preparing her stunts.
 
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Vyniel

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Reptilian eyes peered towards this newly erected tent as it drew the attention of the Greater Vallah, a short huff of air being exhaled through her nose. Her business in Everhollow had concluded and she had plans to merely return home, but, with her curiosity piqued, she went to approach, stave tapping at her side in time with her light steps. {Hmph, five thousand arunes? Cheaper than anything Dalton ever did.} The slightest of smiles formed on her lips, "This will certainly be interesting..."
 

Waterloo

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Liko shrugged, going to enter the tent, paying the man a quarter of his wallet. He needed the abnormal after all this nonsense in Folset.
 

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"Ah, yes! Thank you, thank you, and enjoy the show!"
Was said in return to each of those paying for entry, opening the curtain within and nodding them inside.


"No refunds..."
Followed each welcome in a very quiet murmur, smiling and nodding as the man continued to welcome them in.



The clatter of sounds that was the Everhollow streets would soon fade, and those who entered would be met with a completely new environment. It was massive, a huge building-sized tent of different stages beside the next, each walled with fabric to keep focus on the independent show. One's first thought would be as to how in the Gods' name this humongous area of land could fit in such a small tent, though the joyful cheers and cries continued as the performances were repeated. Various other citizens and minor nobles alike were already within the tent, either seated on neat piles of rags to watch the shows or rushing by to get to the next one.

Immediately they could spot three shows, all set to begin in the next five minutes. One was a tall and extremely thin man with a candle in hand, standing in the stage's center and preparing for what was soon to begin. The next was an average sized man with a beard reaching the floor, seated before a pack of playing cards resting on a table, in the center of the stage. Finally was a massive cage, cloth over it and hiding anything within, occasionally shaking.

All they had to do was pick which performance they wanted to see first.


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Don't worry about payment!
 

llmited

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"No refunds? Nonsense," Vara murmurs as she wanders inside the tent. She finds the inside of the tent rather amazing: how could such attractions fit inside a tiny tent? Either way, she was in awe. The woman glances around at all the attractions, before wandering up to the slender man with a candle. "What's going on here?"
 

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Sounds of heavy feet upon the messy streets of Everhollow was two powerful golems marching in formation side by side. Guarding their Konig from any ruffian peasants that decide to bring harm to royalty. Avel had them protect the entrance as the Domm's pupil made his way into the tent, paying directly to the coin basket in full before making his way to the front of the seating area next to the candle man.
 

Bratman38

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As Darthal was looking around for any new quests he would come across this tent.
This peeked his interest as he enjoyed encountering the abnormal.
He would drop the money into the basket as he went inside.
"This better be good."
He would look around at the attractions until he saw the cage.
Thinking it might be interesting he would go check it out.
 

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As the Konig and Paladin wandered to the stage of man with candle, the performance began. Quiet murmuring whispers emerged from all directions, possibly from the various other people seated and watching the show, though the ominous nature remained the same. The lit candle's wax began to drip. Droplets of the wax ran their way down the stick, before dripping onto the man's skin. No reaction was given, as more droplets followed. Strangely, from the watching crowd no gasps were given, the near-silent sea of whispers only growing louder, the wax no making way down the performer's arm with a searing sizzle against flesh. For what felt like seconds did this continue, wax spilling out now onto torso, neck and waist, wrapping and contorting around the humanoid form, the amount evidently unproportional to the starting mass of wax. The whispers only hastened and got louder, the wax spreading and going over the showman's eyes, feet and eventually hair, before there was
Silence.

"My face is seen through every sept..."
A voice was heard, clearly a male's and in direction of the man now mummified in wax, though without lips moving.


"Though different sides throughout the year..."
They could notice the extremely abnormal lack of sound between sentences.


"I boast a veil of white that stings on sight..."
A small heat lingered within the room, the fire of the candle's wick held in the man's hand and still lit.


"And my trail is followed with a cheer..."
It had formed a riddle. Waiting to be solved..


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@ZooGarrus @llmited Feel free to take your time on the riddle, guesses may be given through normal reply. All performances will be done in different responses to this thread by myself so if you're waiting on another please be patient! Newcomers can still join through the performance and would go through the same stuff.
 

ZooGarrus

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"Sunlight." The Konig spoke forth once multiple others blurted their nonsense out.
 

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Vara agrees with Avel, having thought over the riddle for a minute with the man.
 

zanetank

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The gentle sound of footsteps are heard, rhythmic and steady, measured and paced like a practiced march, the leafy figure of a man slips into the tent, paying his fare and finding his way into the crowd, but upon seeing everything thus far he'd make his way over to the Card Reader.
 

TheCreatorT

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Vultog would of course approach the massive cage, being a tamer and always interested in animals.
 
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Vyniel

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She watched the wax man’s performance from a distance before she decided on approaching the stage which beheld the long bearded man and the cards. She clasped her gloves hands together behind her back, peering occasionally at the others about but mostly having her attention on the performer as she awaited his act.
 

JCmarine

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Resavari had decided to go see the cage with the cloth over it, the forest elf curious to see if it were some type of beast and if so, what. Getting in a comfortable place to watch it.
 

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Subtle cracks appeared on either side of the wax form of the man, very minute, though giving confirmation on their guesses. They had guessed correctly, though with it being only the first riddle of many. The many whispers and murmurs of the crowd got exceptionally loud, making all forms of individually hearing something impossible, though in the mind of the Konig and the Konig alone, a riddle formed.
"I am the remnant of a beauty long gone...
That of which is to create my own killer...
I've a brittle skin, and obscurity thin...
And a death resembling the dawn."

The riddle had formed, very clearly of higher challenge.. awaiting response, now to be done as a thought rather speech.




Though too would a riddle form in the mind of the solar blessed, the flood of whispers keeping anyone else from hearing it.
"I've a face of white with exceptional sight...
Though a visage of ever-changing...
With wondrous sheen and shade of green...
My aid is of but a trick of the light..."

Much like Avel before her, Vara had a riddle formed, awaiting to be solved in a thought.





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Those eagerly watching the show of cage would notice it starting to begin, light seeming to fade from the room in near entirety, spare for the stage. A soft burst of something resembling wind would emerge, blowing the blanket of which rested upon the cage far away, and revealing what lay within. It seemed to be a tiger, with a base orange shade with lines of deep black, though very obviously would it be rather abnormal. A multitude of shining colors and rays of light rested upon the entirety of its body, eyes seeming to look upon each and everyone at once. For moments, it would simply stand where it was, looking upon the crowd with a proud and noble gaze.. before the 'performance' began.

"A test of strength..."
Perhaps it had been imagined.. but the beast spoke. Very clearly it wasn't a leonin or similar form of sentient feline life, but there it was, speaking to the crowd with a sickeningly deep and raspy voice. The colors along its form would seem to shine brighter, before expanding out to encompass the entirety of not only the stage but too the cushioned seats in which they watched. Any resemblance of the initial room was gone, now instead in a strikingly colorful room of shining oranges, pinks, purples, blues, greens, whites, and essentially all sense of the word 'color'. Where the curtains once were, separating this section of performance from the next, was now a wall of similarly colored energy, as well as the back, where they had entered. It appeared that leaving was not an option.


"Oi! What is this!? I want my money ba-"
The crowd didn't seem to appreciate this change- though the shouts of annoyance and even anger were soon interrupted, each and everyone who was to become angered, finding this amplified tenfold. The entire crowd would soon get to this, either through their personal annoyance or familiarity with the rest of the crowd, going with what was happening. All but Resavari, Vultog and Darthal were effected, and the many men and women would soon turn to face the three.. it seemed they targeted those unaffected. Evidently too would be the fact of weapons not having been confiscated while within the tent, and various numbers of people would soon pull out casual hunting knives and occasional shortswords.


It was nine versus three, a standoff beginning between the groups unfortunately initiating, with occasional steps closer from the angered. Through this all, the tiger watched on, awaiting what the three would do...





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With the ongoings of the other performances unable to be sensed in the slightest, those watching the bearded man with the deck of cards could see him appearing to wake up from a nap, coughing into a fist and rubbing his eyes together, before stroking his beard with one hand and undoing the casing of the deck of cards with the other. With a heavily Heilig-accented voice, surprisingly low though not nearly as close to the previous performance, he shouted out to the crowd.

"Get yer asses closer, would ya!?"
Clearly he wasn't the nicest of performers. As he said this, he waved a hand out to the seats of the crowd, and out all corners of the room, a flood of playing cards would emerge and sweep those seated or standing closer to the front, seeming to control the cards with his will.


"I aint got no fancy getup like those other gits, so be happy with my crap or scram! This a test of individualism, no right or wrong answers!"
After this little introduction, and with the crowd now closer, the massively bearded man began to shuffle the cards. It was extraordinary, using individual hairs of his beard to bounce different cards into separate parts of the deck- tossing them all up into the air and collecting them on an eyelash- even quickly setting the deck on fire before blowing it out, the cards reorganised. Then, the 'test' began. Three cards we laid out upon the table, the rest of the deck in his hand, using the empty one to flick three times, one to each card, flipping them over without contact. The first card revealed a sword, clearly mundane in every sense of the word, though with an edge eerily sharp, and hilt of magnificent wood. The second showed a tome, a simple blue ribbon holding it shut, being rather thick and seemingly filled to the brim with sorts of information.. it had no indications of it being arcane or mundane. The third and final card displayed a crown, beautifully golden with various gemstones and it wreathing authority and powerful energy.

"Something meaningless ta get us started then! Pick yer shit and take the card."

And out the cards lay, waiting to be picked. Interestingly too, there would be a few more cards under each one, meaning the same card could be taken by multiple people. Fortunately the three selected for picking were Liko, Ishani and Erland, the three of them up at the front of the stage.





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The simple man at the front of the tent would soon yell something out!

"Looks like today's a busy day! Four more slots available, get in while you still can!"

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I would like to personally apologise for how long it took me to get this done, as you can tell this took a while to write up, as well as a lot of thinking. With school and everything it just took a little bit, I'll try to keep it quick next time! Pinging for response. @JCmarine @Waterloo @Vyniel @TheCreatorT @zanetank @llmited @ZooGarrus @Bratman38
 
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Vyniel

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As the cards were laid forth and she so happened to be one of those chosen to pick, Ishani stepped forth and eyed the three cards before plucking up drumroll the tome.
 

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