[The Crooked Playhouse] Encore (open)

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

[The Crooked Playhouse] Encore (open)

Postby Fela Meason on July 27th, 2011, 12:40 am

Day 43 of Summer, 511 AV


Fela heard Elizaveta's tiny scream and tore her eyes away from the burning man. Get me out of heeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrre​eeeeeeee!Fela quickly scooped up the doll like girl and her pet and looked for an escape route. The doorway was blocked by flames. Fela peered over the edge of balcony, the drapes for her booth sank all the way to the floor. Fela almost rolled her eyes at such a ludicrous plan. She was by no means fat, but that being said she wasn't a well decomposed nuit either. Her deep gray tunic had large loose pockets, she deposited Elizaveta and Rova inside one said pockets and tugged at the long purple drape. It was tied off on one of the pillars supporting the ceiling and looked sturdy enough. The question was could it support her weight. No time to find out. Fela swung one leg over and lowered herself down off the balcony careful to not smash her pocket. Wouldn't want to crush her new found friend upon first meeting her.

Shouts could be heard from the other side. The usher ran to the edge and peered down.
Miss what on Kihala's green land are you doing!? Fela looked up. Flames were still bursting forth from around him yet not leaving any marks. Quickly Fela made her way down the curtain but only a few feet in she had to stop. The mysterious wind had kicked up again and threatened to blow her off. She clung to the fabric as the gust tore through the building. She could hear fabric ripping, chairs flying through the air and smashing in to walls, people were screaming and the roar of the wind deafened her. All at once everything stopped. Fela opened one eye slowly and looked around. Nothing was damaged. Not a hair was disturbed on any of the other patrons, all the furniture was in it's place, the actors on stage continued their dance completely unaware of what had taken place. It dawned on her, an illusion. The whole thing was an illusion and now she and her small companion were stuck dangling thirty feet from the ground on a velvet curtain.
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[The Crooked Playhouse] Encore (open)

Postby Fela Meason on August 9th, 2011, 3:52 am

Day 43 of Summer, 511 AV


Fela gave a scared little squeak and clung to the rope with her eyes closed shut. The usher was still staring over the edge with a worried look on his face. This was the home of madmen after all and madmen would find no problem with anything Fela had seen here.

Using all her strength she tried to pull herself up, it was useless. All her power was in her legs from walking miles upon miles in travel but her arms barely saw any action and it was taking all she had in her to just dangle there. There was only one option, down.

Fela looped the drape around one leg to get her balance and started the slow scoot down the rope. Her hands were on fire from the struggle to hold on.
Petch! She whispered under her ragged breath. Everything was labored and her limbs were shaking from the effort. Fela risked a glance down to the ground, only ten feet now. She wondered idly if the fall would break anything from this height. She had taken her own fair share of tumbles having lived in the spires for well over a season.

She scooted a little further down the curtain preying to Kelwyn under her breath for just enough strength to make it to the floor. If there was ever a time she needed the gods then now was it. At last her strength gave out and down she went onto the hard floor. Her feet hit first sending shock waves and painful prickles up her body making her teeth rattle inside her head. She pivoted at the last moment to land on her side to protect her small friend inside her pocket.

Fela lay motionless for several chimes relearning how to breathe. The world was spinning and not from an illusion.
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[The Crooked Playhouse] Encore (open)

Postby Fela Meason on August 28th, 2011, 8:01 pm

Day 43 of Summer, 511 AV


OOCI have permission from Elizaveta to complete the thread without her.

Once the world righted itself Fela pulled herself to her hands and knees and reached into her pocket. She gently pulled out Elizaveta and set her on the nearest open seat. You will be safer on your own little friend. She smiled at the doll. Trouble follows me where ever I go.

Once Fela was sure the small girl and her companion would be fine on their own she pulled herself to her feet and looked around the room. The play was still continuing on stage. The actors wardrobe had changed and they now moved about covered in gauzy red tunics reaching down past their waists. She did a double take and confirmed that the actors indeed were not wearing any pants below their tunics. Fela was grateful for the flesh colored cotton under garments they had on instead. Nudity had never been any concern for her but she had no desire to see that much meat under one roof.

The play had moved to a physical comedy with the actors slapping each other and the audience doubling over with laughter. Fela had a sense of humor as well, but did not find it nearly as amusing as the town folk who seemed positively drunk with laughter.

Small specs of light shone above each of their heads, small twirling balls that Fela could recall having seen in the past once a long long time ago. The yellow orbs seemed to dance and twirl in an invisible unfeeling wind above each of their head. Swirls of multicolored dust seemed to snake its way down and around the limbs of each of the patrons. They breathed it in and with each breath laughed harder than ever before.

She glanced above her own head and did not see any of the strange dust or orbs. She carefully made her way through the chairs glancing at each patron, they did not seem to notice her. She passed by without so much as a brief look her way. Everyone was in a trance. She pulled from her memory and tried to think of any magic that could affect so many people all at once.

Hypnotism came to mind but left her wondering why she was not as giddy as the rest. She was by no means a being of great power or a practitioner of magic.

She turned her eyes back to the stage and found the man from before had returned. Now on the floor she was able to get a better look at him. His dark features seemed ominous in the light of the playhouse but welcoming all the same. A dark mischievous sprite he was, with sharp angular features and a peculiar smile. More of a grin, the grin of a well fed cat.

Fela found herself falling into her dark eyes, they appeared to be turned directly on her, they lulled her into a sense of security. Fela no longer feared the man on stage but welcomed his presence. She watched as he twirled on stage in a silly manner along with the other actors and she could not help herself but erupt with laughter and giggles. It was the best show she had ever seen in her life.
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[The Crooked Playhouse] Encore (open)

Postby Fela Meason on August 30th, 2011, 4:07 pm

Day 43 of Summer, 511 AV


Fela's side hurt from laughing, or possibly from the fall, but nothing here was funny. She watched in horror as the play turned to tragic at the death of one of the main characters, the audience wailed in sorrow but Fela could not help but continue laughing. She received strange stares from everyone of the surrounding patrons. Soon she felt a tug at her elbow and was being escorted out of the main area and pulled back to a storage room underneath the balcony area.

The further the Kelvic became from the stage the clearer her mind worked and more control she had. Her empty giggles and full bellied laughs soon turned to soft sobs and wails of fear. Those moments of lost control haunted her conscious thought and she soon found herself a small puddle of blubbering girl.

She looked up to see who had come to pull her away and found it was the usher from before. She sniffled and managed a strangled response to his actions,
Thank you sir. You know...sniff...you look better...sniff...when your face is not on fire. She gave another small laugh but this one not of joy, a short bursting sound one makes when a situation is so bad one cannot help but laugh or continue crying.

I don't know what came over me in there. Fela's nose was running now and she knew she looked like a mess. The usher was talking but she could not make out any of his words, her mind was racing and everything sounded like it came from the depths of the ocean. Every word was a garbled mess which echoed off the walls of this strange place.

After a few moments of giving the man a confused look he finally shut up and grabbed her arm instead and lead her to the door where he passed her off to a local child. The child smiled brightly at her and grasped her hand leading her away.

Fela tried to steal one last fleeting look at the stage and was quickly jerked around to face the front. What ever had happened back there must not have been normal. Now everyone was coddling her and treating her like the young boy that led her now.
Petch, they have me being dragged around like a child, by a child! Her mind was starting to clear and she saw where the were heading: the front door.

The boy all but pushed her onto the street and once her feet hit the pavement the little brat said in a deadpan voice,
no re-admittance once you have left the building. With that he turned and disappeared back into the darkness of the play house. Fela growled under her breath, turned and started walking. Her brain felt like mush, her bones themselves ached from the fall and she never got to enjoy her wine.

With a heavy sigh Fela reached into her shirt to pull out her coin purse,
I'll get my wine one way or another, I should still have 20 gold Mizas left... Her fingers did not brush the leather she was accustom to feeling. Her eyes widened and she thrust her hand deeper into her shirt rooting around in her cleavage, nothing. Fela pulled her shirt off and shook it into the street hoping the purse was simply tangled in a fold of cloth. Nothing fell out and no jingle could be heard.

Topless, sore, poor and angry the cat sank down in the street. The coin purse must have fallen in her attempt to escape the "fire."
This was just not my night. Fela looked up at the sky at all the twinkling stars. Leth's light came through in patches behind the thick clouds and bathed the street in shadows.

She could not help but smile. Soon her little grin grew wider the longer she sat there and eventually turned into a chuckle. The silliness of the situation grew more and more until at last she returned to fits of laughter. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to control herself. Speaking to no one in particular but herself,
But you wanna know something? It was one hell of a ride.

Pulling herself off the ground she slung her shirt over her shoulder and started the stroll to her house ignoring the local's looks and even giving them a smile and a nod as she went by. If she had to live by Ionu's rules, maybe for one night he should live by her's. Rule number one: Clothing optional.
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[The Crooked Playhouse] Encore (open)

Postby Fallacy on September 2nd, 2011, 7:23 am

XP Award!


Name:Fela Meason
XP Award:
  • Storytelling- 1
  • Climbing- 2
Lore:
  • Getting Sick
  • The Crooked Playhouse
  • Watching a play
  • Elizaveta and Rova
  • Accepting compliments
  • Effects of Illusionism
  • Feeling Hypnotism
  • Vani Singing
  • Offering wine
  • Elizaveta doesn’t like fire
  • Adventures in the Playhouse
  • Dangerous decent down
  • Trouble follows
  • Being Hypnotized
  • No re-admittance
  • Losing your purse
  • Laughing at your situation
  • One hell of a ride
  • Rule number one
Notes:

-2 GM for entry
-2 SM for wine
-20 GM for losing purse

Name:Elizaveta
XP Award:
  • Rhetoric- 1
Lore:
  • Watching a play
  • The Crooked Playhouse
  • Fela’s special eyes
  • Effects of Illusionism
  • Feeling Hypnotism
  • Vani Singing
  • Doesn’t drink wine
  • Liking to be nice
  • Doesn’t like fire
Notes:

-1 GM for entry

This was a great little thread. Sorry it took so long for me to grade. I felt out of it all day and didn’t feel like grading anything. So tonight I finally did it. Not much XP wise, but you both got a lot of lore. Hope you are happy :)

Any questions or concerns about the rewards gained please send a PM :)


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