[b]Carnival of Chaos[/b] – [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/1215/posts/ooc?page=3#post-25802]Tristan Whitemarch[/url]

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One moment there was a deserted town that seemed almost overwhelming in its emptiness and bleakness, and the next there was anything but emptiness. The storm of sound and colors that suddenly surrounded them could be said to contain the exact opposite atmosphere of the barren town, but was equally cruel and repressive if not more so. Tristan tensed and spun almost violently towards the clowns, slingshot pulled back and ready to fire at a moment’s notice. He felt almost nauseous as he scanned the surrounding area.

There were clowns, but they were nothing like the entertainers that frequented Whitemarch estates. Hate and fear were carved on their faces; nothing about them was natural. How solid wood doors and walls became the fabric of tents Tristan could not say. Whenever Tristan tried to focus on something, there was always a slight flicker of movement at the corner of his eye, but nothing was there. The damned crows were still there though, watching like they always did. “Does everyone see…” Tristan started, but was cut off as a clown cavorted closer. Tristan tensed and readied to shoot at any sign of hostility.

[i]"Welcome to the Carnival of Chaos, go to the inn and speak to he who commands obedience to learn your place in his pattern."[/i]

Tristan breathed in and out slowly as he tried to calm himself, and surprised himself when he almost chuckled. The worst part in horror stories isn’t when the monsters disembowel or decapitate the characters, nor when the monster is revealed; it was when every step that the characters make might be their last, and they didn’t even know it. The suspense was the worst, but now the monsters had been revealed. Granted, clowns were terrifying, but at least now Tristan had an enemy he could focus on. “Can we at least play the dart and balloon game before we go first? I want a teddy bear,” Tristan said to the clown, though he didn’t expect to get an answer. 

Every instinct he had told him to run. Get as many miles away from the carnival as possible and come back with reinforcements. That meant giving up on the mission though; and Queen Alexandria’s family was still trapped in here somewhere… [i]hopefully[/i], Tristan thought grimly. His brother suggested that they go forward, and he agreed. Going into the inn was probably the only option they had, no matter how dangerous it was. Tristan followed the group, tailing them and always ready to fire at a moment’s notice. He said “It’s obviously a trap, but it’ll be too risky to not go. General, do you have any advice?”