Post by Than on Jul 23, 2014 1:59:49 GMT -5
Music. Cheerful melodies echoed on the bricks and cobblestones of Spirit as the small troop of caravans made it's way down the alleys towards a small courtyard. As the caravans wheeled past people peered through windows and opened their doors to crane their necks out and catch a glimpse of the brightly colored and ornate caravans that wheeled down the alleys. Five of them in total, wobbled down the cobblestone in varying shades of greens, reds, blues, and even a little pink. The horses pulling the carts also varied in size and color and the last one was small than the others and hauled along by a duo of donkeys. At the head of the group a large black horse pulled the lead caravan, whose paint was a swirl of light green and dark green overlaid with beautiful gold and pearl adornments. As the company entered the circular courtyard the music intensified so that everyone around the area left their homes to gather and watched or poked heads out of windows.
Suddenly the door on the first carriage burst open and a dark elf in a tight green suit stepped out, his purple hair hidden completely by his floppy green jester hat and his face obscured by a domino mask. He threw his hands into the air twice as torches erupted from his sleeves and ignited into brilliant green flames as they past his wrist. They soared into the sky as the caravan moved slowly and he caught them each with finesse. He then began to juggle the burning sticks as he slowly walked up the narrow shaft towards the horse. "Easy now, Nightshade," the dark elf whispered to the horse who seemed to nod and slow his pace while evening his gait. As the torches flew and swirled up and down in his hands the man slowly made his way to the back of the horse;where after several showy maneuvers he caught all of the torches again and took a low bow.
By the time he rose back up they had almost reached the portion of the courtyard where the group had entered and as the carriage covered the alleyway the dark elf twisted his heel slightly into the horse's flesh and it stopped on a dime. Everything fell silent as the caravans ceased to move and the onlookers lifted their heads and stood on tiptoes to look. "Good evening Spirit," the dark elf proclaimed from atop his steed as he tossed out three of the torches to his followers who were clambering out of the caravans, "We are a troupe of dancers and performers and all manner of actors and actresses! We have come to Spirit to show off our skills and entertain the likes of you with amazing feats of wonder! Now before we begin our show I must implore you that no one here tries to replicate what we are about to do for we are trained and well-versed in our arts! And even we know that the slightest... (He made a fake tripping motion and tossed the torch into the air before catch it again and standing up) misstep can cause disaster! Now without any farther ado... My drink please?!"
From the caravan came a man dressed red robes carrying a flagon of gold. Emblazoned on it were flames of emerald reaching up to a sapphire sky. With a bow the man offered the flagon up to the man on the horse who took it one fell swoop and downed a swig before tossing it back to the man who bowed again and disappeared into the caravan. Then with a flourish of the torch he moved it to his mouth and then taking a deep breath breathed onto the torch sending flames thirty feet into the air in a spiraling flurry of green flames and for a second the flames even seemed to look like a dragon. As the flames died back down the crowd cheered and the man jumped down from his horse with a flip and then promptly bowed to the crowd. "Thank you, thank you! Now let the festivities begin!" And then he threw his arms into the air and in one quick movement his followers around the circle jabbed large poles into the ground. From which strings of flags were attached and hung between the poles like multicolored teeth from a great beast.
Suddenly the door on the first carriage burst open and a dark elf in a tight green suit stepped out, his purple hair hidden completely by his floppy green jester hat and his face obscured by a domino mask. He threw his hands into the air twice as torches erupted from his sleeves and ignited into brilliant green flames as they past his wrist. They soared into the sky as the caravan moved slowly and he caught them each with finesse. He then began to juggle the burning sticks as he slowly walked up the narrow shaft towards the horse. "Easy now, Nightshade," the dark elf whispered to the horse who seemed to nod and slow his pace while evening his gait. As the torches flew and swirled up and down in his hands the man slowly made his way to the back of the horse;where after several showy maneuvers he caught all of the torches again and took a low bow.
By the time he rose back up they had almost reached the portion of the courtyard where the group had entered and as the carriage covered the alleyway the dark elf twisted his heel slightly into the horse's flesh and it stopped on a dime. Everything fell silent as the caravans ceased to move and the onlookers lifted their heads and stood on tiptoes to look. "Good evening Spirit," the dark elf proclaimed from atop his steed as he tossed out three of the torches to his followers who were clambering out of the caravans, "We are a troupe of dancers and performers and all manner of actors and actresses! We have come to Spirit to show off our skills and entertain the likes of you with amazing feats of wonder! Now before we begin our show I must implore you that no one here tries to replicate what we are about to do for we are trained and well-versed in our arts! And even we know that the slightest... (He made a fake tripping motion and tossed the torch into the air before catch it again and standing up) misstep can cause disaster! Now without any farther ado... My drink please?!"
From the caravan came a man dressed red robes carrying a flagon of gold. Emblazoned on it were flames of emerald reaching up to a sapphire sky. With a bow the man offered the flagon up to the man on the horse who took it one fell swoop and downed a swig before tossing it back to the man who bowed again and disappeared into the caravan. Then with a flourish of the torch he moved it to his mouth and then taking a deep breath breathed onto the torch sending flames thirty feet into the air in a spiraling flurry of green flames and for a second the flames even seemed to look like a dragon. As the flames died back down the crowd cheered and the man jumped down from his horse with a flip and then promptly bowed to the crowd. "Thank you, thank you! Now let the festivities begin!" And then he threw his arms into the air and in one quick movement his followers around the circle jabbed large poles into the ground. From which strings of flags were attached and hung between the poles like multicolored teeth from a great beast.