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fiddle grows tense once more. “Even as the sun
"would rise anew, bellowing roars will quake the
lands of Xhorhas and beyond. Terrible beasts, now
"freed from their dark masters, scattered into our
world.” (roars) A terrible, guttural roar shakes
the room, followed by the sounds of grinding and
dragged chains. From behind the performers’ flap,
the half-orc, Bo, who you’d met earlier, the
Breaker, and the fool, who is now still playing
the fiddle, yet the bow of it continues to go on
its own as he drags the other chain with his arm,
wrapped around his forearm. The two of them pull
something through the flap. It swells, and from
beneath it is revealed an enormous creature of
green scales, slimy-looking skin, and a corpulent
form, large toad-like legs frame a rotund torso,
and muscular arms that are manacled and pulling
him in. It fights and wrestles against the taut
chains as it’s pulled further and further towards
the center of the tent, but is held in place by
the two men. It roars a second time. (roars) The
front row immediately pulling back and screaming.
You hear kids begin to cry. A handful of townsfolk
shoot to their feet, grasping the children in
fear, preparing to run.
LAURA: Have we ever seen anything like this
before?
MARISHA: Yeah, what’s it look like?
LAURA: Well, he just described what it looked
like.
MARISHA: By name.
MATT: You have not seen this creature. Gustav
continues, seemingly unflinched by its approach.
“The devil-toad crawls hungrily–”
SAM: But what does it look like?
(laughter)
MATT: “–into the land of the free folk, lording
over nightmares as they say, and what truth lies
"behind the eyes of this beast? What would be
learned when the guiding heart of innocence
"pierces the hateful soul and brings it to see
beauty for the first time? I present to you the
"vivid voice of Toya.” And as Gustav backs away,
the devil-toad struggling against the chains, a
soft, faint voice begins to slowly emanate from
the air–
(a voice appears in the background music)
(exclamations)
MATT: Eyes previously locked on the frightening
creature now seek a source and find, atop a
platform within the chamber, high up on a small
platform set against the apex of the pole, a young
dwarven girl, maybe 12 years of age, her braided
golden hair clasped and her hands at her side, a
white dress obscuring her feet. She sings with a
mystifying, mature voice that pierces your hearts
with joy, unexpectedly and uncontrollably. The
crowd audibly gasps as one, the entrancing song of
this girl bringing every person into this music.
The devil-toad stops struggling against the
chains, seemingly caught by the sound of her
voice. Its face drops into a soft smile as it
slowly walks towards the base of the pole and
sits. The half-orc and the fool drop the chains and