Thread Status:Closed
Players involved: Andromeda, Pikku
Characters involved: Kaede(Pikku) & Olympias(Andromeda)
Setting: A Quiet Tavern, on a worn road-- a common place to whet your whistle.
Time: Current, Evening
Weather: A storm from the west is passing through, Drenching outside, and leading to those who can, to seek shelter.
This Inn was, for the most part, just a place you'd stop for the night. The Innkeeper knew it, just as his father before him knew it, and his father before him. It didn't try to be fancy, or try to wow. It offered a comfortable bed, Warm food, and a decent place for the infrequent-but-common-enough storms that rolled through. One such storm was raging right now, adding a pattering of rain on the windows, and a dull roar of it on the roof, in addition to the quiet murmurs in the tavern. A Stage for performers looking to pad their coin purses a little bit more was on the far wall, set to where anyone could see if they walked in.
It was this very stage Kaede found himself on tonight. Not many heads turned to the fox as he walked on stage-- many were busy nursing their drinks, or would barely register the music that anyone could play.
Kaede hoped to change their minds.
He Snapped his fingers, and-- almost out of nowhere, music started playing. A song with a definite beat, and one he started dancing too-- waving and moving around, literally painting a picture. Those with the power to see through illusions-- they would know this is but another illusion from the fox, of course. But, for those who could not, in an instant they were taken from the inn to a world of wonder, excitement, and action. Of Daring feats of love and lust, of intrigue and mystery, passion and cold calculations. And, with subtle nods of other magic, they could almost feel it-- the breeze from a hit almost given, the scattering of leaves in a mad dash for survival.
And, with the final climax, the picture died away, leaving an audience that was stunned for just a moment longer, before they broke into applause, and a bow from himself.
Players involved: Andromeda, Pikku
Characters involved: Kaede(Pikku) & Olympias(Andromeda)
Setting: A Quiet Tavern, on a worn road-- a common place to whet your whistle.
Time: Current, Evening
Weather: A storm from the west is passing through, Drenching outside, and leading to those who can, to seek shelter.
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This Inn was, for the most part, just a place you'd stop for the night. The Innkeeper knew it, just as his father before him knew it, and his father before him. It didn't try to be fancy, or try to wow. It offered a comfortable bed, Warm food, and a decent place for the infrequent-but-common-enough storms that rolled through. One such storm was raging right now, adding a pattering of rain on the windows, and a dull roar of it on the roof, in addition to the quiet murmurs in the tavern. A Stage for performers looking to pad their coin purses a little bit more was on the far wall, set to where anyone could see if they walked in.
It was this very stage Kaede found himself on tonight. Not many heads turned to the fox as he walked on stage-- many were busy nursing their drinks, or would barely register the music that anyone could play.
Kaede hoped to change their minds.
He Snapped his fingers, and-- almost out of nowhere, music started playing. A song with a definite beat, and one he started dancing too-- waving and moving around, literally painting a picture. Those with the power to see through illusions-- they would know this is but another illusion from the fox, of course. But, for those who could not, in an instant they were taken from the inn to a world of wonder, excitement, and action. Of Daring feats of love and lust, of intrigue and mystery, passion and cold calculations. And, with subtle nods of other magic, they could almost feel it-- the breeze from a hit almost given, the scattering of leaves in a mad dash for survival.
And, with the final climax, the picture died away, leaving an audience that was stunned for just a moment longer, before they broke into applause, and a bow from himself.
