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back away, leaving the beast free in its rapture.
Her voice almost begins to summon a chorus from
the ether, magical in nature, as there are no
others but her joining into this piece. Her smile
is infectious, and you can’t tear your eyes away.
You only now realize the tears down your cheeks,
but you cannot break your gaze. From the front row
of the audience, on the left, a man stands up, his
arms outstretched towards her. His dirtied cloak
falls away, his face and skin wracked with age.
You see his legs shaking as he stands, his cheeks
wet with tears. He shouts (exclaims). His arms
drop and clutch his chest. Gurgles a burst of vocal pain
once more, and folks nearest to him begin to lean
away as he begins to shake. You glance over as the
old man yells out once more, as the skin on his
arms suddenly begins to tear, the bones splitting
from the flesh, writhing, cracking. Dust and blood
shake from his wounds as his form swells. Screams
begin to ring out from the audience around him,
people rising up and running for the exit. Chaos
breaks into the room around you. Toya’s song
abruptly ends, the little girl looking down with
fright in her eyes, the devil-toad glancing about
worriedly, the half-orc and the fool rushing up
beside him to look at the transforming man. The
half-orc yells, escorting patrons to the exit,
“Everyone! Leave the tent now! Kylre–” As he
points to the devil-toad. “–get her to safety.”
The devil-toad glances up and leaps with a sudden
gust of strength to the top and grabs the center
pole of the room as it begins to almost quiver to
his weight. He grabs the little girl safely under
his arm and leaps back down. What are you all doing?
LAURA: I invoke Duplicity.
MATT: You watch as her form suddenly dissipates
into multiple seemingly copies of her form as
Jester.
TRAVIS: Yasha? We’re going to need those weapons
back.
MARISHA: I turn to Mollymauk and go, man, I
thought it was kind of lame at first, but this is
awesome!
TALIESIN: Everyone get out right now.
MARISHA: This isn’t part of the show?
TRAVIS: Not part of the show.
SAM: It’s too artsy.
MATT: The old man’s body stops quaking, his flesh
now grey and mangled like an ancient tree trunk.
He turns, his eyes blood-red and bulging, his lips
curled into a horrifying grimace. The two Crown’s
Guard begin to try and make their way through the
panicked crowd, but the people, like a wave of
chaos, are keeping them at bay. I need everyone to
roll initiative.
(yelling)
LIAM: The miniatures come out, guys!
TRAVIS: First map!
(yelling)
MARISHA: I rolled a natural one.
SAM: That bodes well.
MATT: So you guys, this guy is actually over here.
You guys are all up here in the front.