Recent content by Zakarias

"A green, yes," Zakarias said lazily as he sat, his long legs crossed as his pointy toed boot bounced this way and that while rubble and ruin rained down around him, and a curious charred skull was there in the palm of his hands. His head lilt to one side, and the bells upon his horns rang...

Winds whipped and lashed about the Red Jester as his fingers plucked the last strings of his song. The leaves, sharp as knives, and just as cruel, tried and tried to stab him through. Slice him and bleed him and let him feel the pained sorrow that fed them. Changed them. Gave them will enough...

Come the rumble of earth, the gurgle of bulbs, and the blare of spore clouds come wheeze through gills and fins and spouts from those things about him. The song did not stop. String, plucked, tender, sweet, sorrowed with each back step, and hop away from the hook of root's snare, and the...

How it beat. How it pulsed. How it writhed, fleshy and strange, and corrupted by such wrathful death and hate. The Treant's heart. Zakarias' eyes narrowed behind the mismatched slits of his mask's eyes. His painted smile, ever-fixed in its wrath twisted glee. "My, my, my," he tut his tongue...

From one ring, to another, did the curl toed shoes of the Red Jester step through. The twinkle and sparkle a mesmer and shine as the magicks of fae did weave and twine. Through the ley, with changed willow wand in one hand, did the proud horned clown appear. A sword of amber glass there in the...

Zakariaus laughed, and bent, and swung his tall self too and fro, cartwheeled to the window, and slapped the wizard across the back, hard enough to knock him out the window, but quick digits grabbed the scruff of his robes. "Out the window, out the window!" he mocked, and laughed and shook the...

So. With the trace of red gloved fingers, Zakarias traced one lever, then the other, and the third. "Three levers?" He asked, coy as coy could be. A twinkle in his eye. Purple fried and zapped about his curl toed booties. "One," he pulled down with a shunk. "Tawhooo," he brought down with a...

Teeter totter, all the hotter, did the twisting twin dragons burn, and turn and dance about the clown, so set to prance around the room. "A zap! A zing!" he cried out, clear with joy, as long limbs struck thither, and red horns flopped yonder. "A buzz, and a crack!" he laughed, and laughed...

For all the bluster and timbre, roll and wave, the Red Jester but stood and smiled all the same. "I'm positively, shaking in my long boots," he said with a shake and shiver of his shoulders, his long fingers hugged tight about his shoulders, as his bell did ringaling. The orb. Magical...

Slow and easy, the long legged clown marched up the steps. Dainty with delight as each tap of toe and splay of heel took him up to the frame of the wizard's Chamber. He leaned against the stone walls with a soft chime of brass, and smiled 'neath the darkness of his mask. "I ask myself that...

A whiplash of kick sent the red shape cartwheeling down each tumble step. A spring of his heels and a twist of his hips, saw him tuck and flip and spin in a glitter of brass sparkled red. The bolt of lightning struck. But there was not but the faze sizzle and zap of purple against rock. A...

The Red Jester righted up, as the tower shift beneath his feet. Unsightly thing. And so, he tip toed through the clutter behind the wizard. One long leg for every two or three scuttles of the human's feet. "If you yell it all the louder," he said sing song, and sweet. "Does it make it more...

Every lash of tongue, every dart of chatter but made the Red Jester smile the brighter. His eyes so squinted like the crescent moons, and the purple scar of smile and frown stayed twisted all the same. Fixed as it was in its expression. "Babbling brook!" he echoed in excited exclamation. His...

His eyes squinted, quite pleased. "Battered a fish with your mighty ram, I so see," his eyes went wide and he mimed the choking of a thin neck with one hand, and grabbed up a hammer of air and gave it a little thwack. "Congratulations are in order, and to be granted," another flick of the wrist...

A boom and a crack, to fire right back, to the prattle of a beat that had been lacking in heat. A grimace that was smile, that was ire and sorrow all painted upon the same pale plane of face. Bright eyes shined from within the darkness that covered the wearer. "What what," came a voice like...