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Apr 24 2018, 01:38 PM
PLAYERS INVOLVED: LiteralBeauty | Concinnity | Nix | Izzy
(Open to anyone joining!)

SETTING:Ristell, Outside the town of Mosika (human town) Scene described below.

WEATHER: Clear, sun is setting

TIME: Current time

CHARACTERS INVOLVED:

Literal Beauty - Characters
Riz-zira - Liniah & Soh-Lus - Nin
Kroal - Giant/Human Halfbreed

Concinnity - Aeliana
Nix - Lusin & Diell
Izzy - Tan'la

Residents of Mosika would be in for a treat on the morrow, even now the sounds of the carnival drifted through the air temptingly. It was chaotic and exciting, the jumble of noises that came from the newly arrived encampment. The main, loudest of these played constantly the happy upbeat jaunt of your typical carnival music. Underlying that if you listened closely enough you would hear the hammering, shuffling, and creaking of work being done; and mixed through it all would be the shouts of the workers as they coordinated the setting up of their establishment, and the roars, growls, grunts, whistles and twittering of the menagerie. Curious minded ones would be tempted easily enough by the sounds to sneak a peek of the attraction. The location was chosen at the base of the hill upon which Mosika sat, the clearing large enough to host the massive assemble of tents, booths, rides and oddities which were emerging from the hundreds of wagons that circled the area. Most of these wagons were in of themselves the booths that would offer entertainment, their designs crafted to be unfolded and expanded to expose whatever game or function they were to provide. Many of the back wagons though covered now would be opened to reveal the creatures that were housed inside, these wagons varied in size and were further away from the main tents to minimize stress to the inhabitants. More wagons still were being unloaded, their contents being put together to erect the small amount of rides that would be available. The main attraction stood at center, the two large connected tents that reached 30 feet into the air and were being filled with rows and rows of seating for the masses. The whole area was alive and bustling with movement, everything being moved or constructed, every living thing was a buzz of energy. All, except one.

Riz-zira sat silent and unmoving upon the bottom step leading up to Kroal’s private wagon. Silent because no one was close enough to exchange words with, and truthfully she wouldn’t have anything to say. Unmoving for the sole reason; that she detested the feel of the coarse burlap robe against her tender flesh. At least she was allowed to sit, instead of being lead around by Kroal as he checked on the other wagons’ inhabitants and the progress of the tent raising. For that matter she should count herself lucky that she wasn’t caged away in one of those many wagons, she was free at least. Was she really... free? No, she may not have iron bars separating her from the outside world, but there were bars around her heart or more aptly her soul. That train of thought brought an ache to her bosom and she crossed her arms tight around her middle, shoulders slumping. She welcomed the chaffing of the cloth as it brushed harshly against her delicate skin, even as she grit her teeth and grimaced. How was she to continue this way.. She thought dismally, and then pushed the negativity aside. They were only here for a week perhaps more, and then moving onward. Moving closer; just a few more weeks, Soh-Lus I’m coming.

Her thoughts were broken by a shout in the distance; she didn’t turn her head or lift it to see, what would be the point. Even if she were to reach up and push back the hood that draped down so far in front it brushed against her nose, she would not see through the wrappings that covered her eyes. Instead she turned her attention only, her sharp ears picking up once more the noises of the encampment that she had tuned out before. The tent was almost raised; the shout she had heard was Kroal’s command to have the horses pull the ropes tethered to them, which in turn would; through a series of pulleys bring the tents massive awning to the top of the center pole. It wouldn’t be long and he would come for her, night would be setting in and the animals would be restless with the bustling of the carnies setting up.




Kroal stood with feet spread apart and massive arms crossed over his broad chest; an imposing stance, made more so by the sheer size of him. He had always been over-sized even as a boy, and exploited because of it. Eventually he had stopped growing but by then he dwarfed most men by several feet; and enjoyed the advantage and ultimate freedom it had given him. Where once he was dressed in rags and forced into servitude; now his clothes were custom –fitted of the finest materials, and others kowtowed to him. He viewed his surrounds with pride; the first tent was already raised and secured to its center mast, the second was lifting smoothly into place. “Brom!” He barked, uncrossing his arms to motion with a hand for one of his underlings to approach. “I’ll leave the rest of the set up to you and the crew; I expect all to be in order before dawn, I don’t want unneeded commotion in the morning before the show.”

Brom had rushed over upon Kroal’s summons; his boss wasn’t a patient man or one that you wanted to anger. As he drew near he had to crane his head backwards in order to meet his boss’s eyes. He wasn’t a small man, perhaps slightly above average; even still he only came up to Kroal’s mid chest. “Yes sir, I’ll get it all in shape. We won’t have another episode like the last one if I can help it.” Brom winced even as the words left his mouth. Stupid… stupid… why’d you bring it up? He thought, his hand coming up to nervously slick his sweaty hair back on his head. “Ah, that is.. Nothing to worry about boss.”

Kroal’s visage narrowed, his thick brows drawing down in a V. He wasn’t pleased to be reminded of last month’s… failings. “Make sure of it.” He growled, his already deep voice sounding as if he were grinding rocks together between his teeth. He didn’t wait for an answer, he simply waved a hand, shooing him off. Brom didn’t waste time, and he watched him go for a moment glowering, his full lips pressed hard together. The buzzing of an insect around his head broke into his thoughts and he looked towards the darkening sky. Time for my kitten to play. His frowned turned into a smirk at his thoughts; and he set out for his wagon, his long legs covered the distance quickly with each thundering step.

Riz-zira felt the ground trembling beneath the hard flat wooden sandals she wore; it was accompanied by a low ominous thudding that was steadily growing louder as it drew near. Her nightly ritual was one of the few things she looked forward to, perhaps tonight he would allow staying longer, and surely the beasts were in need of it. Her harp.. no not mine she lamented sat behind her on the step above, it was a beautiful instrument, well made and played beautifully. It wasn’t hers though, merely a replacement. Kroal didn’t trust allowing her to use her harp outside of his wagon, she had argued that it would enhance her performance; she could do more in less time, not to mention it would be less taxing on her energy. The heavy footfalls were nearly upon her and she held herself stiff, feeling the vibrations starting from her feet and going throughout her petite frame. One last thud and she felt the whoosh of air that preceded his advance wash over her. She said nothing, did nothing, only awaited.

Kroal looked down at the huddled up Riz-zira, the burlap robe made her look more like a sack of potatoes than anything living. Especially when she held so still and silent, he reached over to the stair’s post and lifted the loop of rope off of it. “Come” He turned and started off at a much slower pace than before, not waiting for her to stand or get the harp. The rope hung slack from his hand and draped the ground; it wouldn’t do so for long, even in his slower pace and smaller steps, she had better hurry.

Come.. Just one word but it got her moving, she lurched to her feet twisting around and throwing a hand out blindly in the direction of where she had left the harp. Her hand bumped against it before turning to grasp it and pull it into her arms. She was turning then in the direction she knew they would be moving, unseeing, and started forward her small feet moving quickly. Not quickly enough she found out as the rope tied around her waist gave a fierce tug almost offsetting her, she stumbled forward trying to move quicker and keep up with ever leading tether. She bit her lip to stop a whimper from escaping as her foot tread upon the ratted hem of her robe causing her to almost fall to her knees, one hand going out to push blinding at the ground to keep her upright. The tension of the rope let her know which way to move and she concentrated on that feel, her short legs scissoring as she attempted to scuff her sandals along the uneven ground to avoid tripping on her hem a second time. Her skin chaffed under the harsh material rubbing against her with each movement, but they weren’t far from their destination. Sandals hit a large rock and as she once again had to compensate she heard Kroal’s amused chuckle. He enjoyed her silent misery, and she wondered briefly how one so cruel inwardly could have such a charming smile and trusting face. A pleasing mask to hide the unpleasant soul she shuddered and was pulled along.
Apr 23 2018, 02:18 PM
LiteralBeauty's first Thread!

Open - All welcomed to join!

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See below for Intro and Character ideas!


Residents of Mosika would be in for a treat on the morrow, even now the sounds of the carnival drifted through the air temptingly. It was chaotic and exciting, the jumble of noises that came from the newly arrived encampment. The main, loudest of these played constantly the happy upbeat jaunt of your typical carnival music. Underlying that if you listened closely enough you would hear the hammering, shuffling, and creaking of work being done; and mixed through it all would be the shouts of the workers as they coordinated the setting up of their establishment, and the roars, growls, grunts, whistles and twittering of the menagerie. Curious minded ones would be tempted easily enough by the sounds to sneak a peek of the attraction. The location was chosen at the base of the hill upon which Mosika sat, the clearing large enough to host the massive assemble of tents, booths, rides and oddities which were emerging from the hundreds of wagons that circled the area. Most of these wagons were in of themselves the booths that would offer entertainment, their designs crafted to be unfolded and expanded to expose whatever game or function they were to provide. Many of the back wagons though covered now would be opened to reveal the creatures that were housed inside, these wagons varied in size and were further away from the main tents to minimize stress to the inhabitants. More wagons still were being unloaded, their contents being put together to erect the small amount of rides that would be available. The main attraction stood at center, the two large connected tents that reached 30 feet into the air and were being filled with rows and rows of seating for the masses. The whole area was alive and bustling with movement, everything being moved or constructed, every living thing was a buzz of energy. All, except one.


Bring your Charries to the Circus!
Be an observer and take in the Delights

Does your Character need a job, or something fun to do to past the time? Join the Circus crew!

Do you play a creature/beast, you can be a part of the Menagerie (willing or not you decide)

Possibilities are as endless as your imagination!
Apr 23 2018, 12:29 PM
Character Name:Kroal

Character Species: Giant-Human Halfbreed

Character Information Link: Kroal
Apr 20 2018, 10:28 AM
Character Name: Riz-zira (Liniah) & Soh-Lus (Nin)
Character Species: Liniah

Character Information Link:
Riz-zira
Soh-Lus
Apr 19 2018, 03:51 PM
Hello all!

Look forward to RPing in the near future, I'm a bit rusty so may be slow to start as things start oiling up :) Also trying to learn everyone's names and such so hope to catch you on discord at times :)
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