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bardboxNo one in Rivington can tell you how long the Circus of the Last Days has been here, nor can they say with any certainty why it has such an ominous name. No one is expecting an apocalypse any time soon, but most people who expect such things soon end up being fools or cultists anyway. So unless these are your last days, personally speaking, you're probably fine, for a given value.
Certainly it's lively. There's a mummy selling face paint and disguises, a djinni with a wheel game, several dancing corpses, and plenty of bards. Havoc, upon stumbling into the place, found they fit right in. Which is good, because they have yet to figure out how they got here, how to get back, or where exactly they are.
They blame the djinni. You don't sweat the small stuff, though, and said entity seems disinclined to talk out the problem, simply calling them UGLY SMALL HAIRY ONE in a big booming voice when they approach. There's a limit to how much of that they want to endure, so they've decided to undertake a musical battle with a red dragonborn bard. To his credit, he seems pretty chill about this, and they've been exchanging riffs for the last fifteen minutes.
The harengon is small, but a bit of an eyeful nevertheless, with big lop ears, bright colors on their clothing, and a gold-studded neon codpiece that's just this side of indecent. Gender is impossible to tell at a glance; they have a flat chest and wide hips, but that's pretty characteristic of rabbitfolk. Their voice, when they use it, is a growling staccato, uttering beats and pops and peculiar noises reminiscent of the scream of birds rather than a melody.
Come check out the performances, obtain a treato from the kobold, or stand around and wonder how in the name of all that's holy you got here.
((ooc: Consider this an open post and also an excuse to bring in any non-Caldera, non-BG3 characters you want an excuse for. It's an extraplanar circus, they probably open portals accidentally all the time.))
Certainly it's lively. There's a mummy selling face paint and disguises, a djinni with a wheel game, several dancing corpses, and plenty of bards. Havoc, upon stumbling into the place, found they fit right in. Which is good, because they have yet to figure out how they got here, how to get back, or where exactly they are.
They blame the djinni. You don't sweat the small stuff, though, and said entity seems disinclined to talk out the problem, simply calling them UGLY SMALL HAIRY ONE in a big booming voice when they approach. There's a limit to how much of that they want to endure, so they've decided to undertake a musical battle with a red dragonborn bard. To his credit, he seems pretty chill about this, and they've been exchanging riffs for the last fifteen minutes.
The harengon is small, but a bit of an eyeful nevertheless, with big lop ears, bright colors on their clothing, and a gold-studded neon codpiece that's just this side of indecent. Gender is impossible to tell at a glance; they have a flat chest and wide hips, but that's pretty characteristic of rabbitfolk. Their voice, when they use it, is a growling staccato, uttering beats and pops and peculiar noises reminiscent of the scream of birds rather than a melody.
Come check out the performances, obtain a treato from the kobold, or stand around and wonder how in the name of all that's holy you got here.
((ooc: Consider this an open post and also an excuse to bring in any non-Caldera, non-BG3 characters you want an excuse for. It's an extraplanar circus, they probably open portals accidentally all the time.))