The Jester
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ooc: Hey! This is the first post for The Jester and also for Soddorrah, the travelling carnival city. Please feel free to add whatever reply you want to this post, whatever your character would do in a carnival! Especially if they're connected to Elbion. Enjoy!
The Carnival is outside of Elbion tonight.
It is a balmy evening, ripe for business for the performers who are all on their stages, creating a colourful jukebox of talent.
In one dark nook, between two big tents, on a wooden stage outside, a fool is balancing on a wooden stick, juggling fire. The growing crowd is letting out collective gasps, "ooh"s and "aah"s filling the area every time it looks like The Jester is about to fall off of the stick, only for it to actually be hopping into the air, causing the stick to flip over itself, before the jester lands on the stick, perfectly balanced, still juggling.
Suddenly, they switch the juggling to one hand, amazing the crowd. The attention isn't on the blue match that The Jester pulls out of its pocket, until it is lit.
Then the performer takes the lit match and, to the audience's horror, sets itself alight. Fire roars around it, the juggling sticks are on fire, as is the stick that the jester is balancing on. A child screams in fear, loud whispers (blaming each other for not helping The Jester) filling the space.
Then the jester is running, across the stage, to a high platform that performers dive off of into big tanks of water.
Except there isn't a tank of water this time, just hard, unforgiving wooden stage.
The Jester climbs, still on fire, and walks to the end of the platform.
It takes a curt bow, and leaps, twisting and contorting in the air for what feels like an eternity, causing the fire to go out. And then, the inevitable 'thud' as the body hits the platform. People scream, and everybody else it silent.
There is a moment, when that horrid feeling that everything has gone wrong hangs in the air, until...
Gasps, the Jester stands up, strikes a pose, broken bones snapping into place still. Then it takes another, deeper, bow, costume and body intact. Raucous applause and nervous laughter fills the place as The Jester walks to the back of the stage to set up their next stunt.
In the rest of the Carnival, similar attractions and performances happen, seeing in the nights of people with otherwise boring lives, and granting a little bit of magic and wonder to all...
The Carnival is outside of Elbion tonight.
It is a balmy evening, ripe for business for the performers who are all on their stages, creating a colourful jukebox of talent.
In one dark nook, between two big tents, on a wooden stage outside, a fool is balancing on a wooden stick, juggling fire. The growing crowd is letting out collective gasps, "ooh"s and "aah"s filling the area every time it looks like The Jester is about to fall off of the stick, only for it to actually be hopping into the air, causing the stick to flip over itself, before the jester lands on the stick, perfectly balanced, still juggling.
Suddenly, they switch the juggling to one hand, amazing the crowd. The attention isn't on the blue match that The Jester pulls out of its pocket, until it is lit.
Then the performer takes the lit match and, to the audience's horror, sets itself alight. Fire roars around it, the juggling sticks are on fire, as is the stick that the jester is balancing on. A child screams in fear, loud whispers (blaming each other for not helping The Jester) filling the space.
Then the jester is running, across the stage, to a high platform that performers dive off of into big tanks of water.
Except there isn't a tank of water this time, just hard, unforgiving wooden stage.
The Jester climbs, still on fire, and walks to the end of the platform.
It takes a curt bow, and leaps, twisting and contorting in the air for what feels like an eternity, causing the fire to go out. And then, the inevitable 'thud' as the body hits the platform. People scream, and everybody else it silent.
There is a moment, when that horrid feeling that everything has gone wrong hangs in the air, until...
Gasps, the Jester stands up, strikes a pose, broken bones snapping into place still. Then it takes another, deeper, bow, costume and body intact. Raucous applause and nervous laughter fills the place as The Jester walks to the back of the stage to set up their next stunt.
In the rest of the Carnival, similar attractions and performances happen, seeing in the nights of people with otherwise boring lives, and granting a little bit of magic and wonder to all...
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