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What a Vardo Wagon looks like

The dancing girl, after opening the door to the vardo wagon, raised one long slender leg and grasped a bronze railing which allowed her to clamor up without setting up the stairs. Inside was a small bed, an elaborate vanity and a chest that double as a bench. Herbs hung from the ceiling, twisting and drying amidst a number of crystals that drew in mystic energies. She quickly moved through the small wheeled building and gathered up several items, one of which was a small jar. She wasn't going to waste a valuable healing potion on someone she didn't know but she had lesser means of aid.

"Here," the dancing girl said as she returned to the door and tossed the jar to the thief she'd just met, "A poultice and bandages. Tend to the man. I'm going to aid those fighting the vampire."

Oh! There was a new arrival present, a woman. The dancing girl's gaze washed over the woman and quickly determined that she wasn't an immediate threat and then went back to thinking about the attacker inside the inn.

"Maybe she knows more about healing than either of us."

Setting down a silver tray on the edge of the vardo's wagon she crossed her legs and lit a trio of candles. Thence began the chanting. She then drew forth a leather skin and gestured towards it with several twisting fingers before pouring it into the tray. Slowly an image formed of the ensuing battle, the twisting figures dashing towards one another, slicing and retreating.

"No coordination," the girl commented as she watched, "definitely not working as a team. Time to show them how it's done."

Chanting again, the dancing girl wove another spell, this time one of significantly more interest to those involved in the combat. A second Caligate stepped out of the lizard man's body, and then a third. Then two more Hrothgars stepped out from inside Hrothgar followed by two identical women stepping out of the redheaded. Until finally nine combatants stood to face the vampire woman. Certainly, six of the nine were illusory but that left the vampire a good chance of attacking nothing but air.

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Cold... hearted... bitch...

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"Hey! Lady! What's going on in there?"

The dancing girl struggled to regain control of her emotions. Her fear had taken over. She was a strategic planner, always with several plans. She was controlling by nature. Being caught off guard, having no plan was almost more terrifying than the danger. Her mind had frozen and she had ran in a panic. She berated herself, berated herself for the stupidity of simply running for the nearest exit.

"A vampire," she said as she straightened and listened to the fight behind her, "killing everyone she can- and myself after that."

She looked at the man who had simply climbed through a window. It reminded her of many men she'd encountered over the decades: thieves, brigands and assassins. It wasn't just that he had climbed through a window but how he did so, with fluidity and grace. Now that she was out of immediate danger she was capable of thinking. Perhaps the Vardo wasn't the best opportunity. Maybe she could use this man? No, she didn't know him. Thieves weren't known for altruism. She didn't have time to barter for his services. Yes, her mind was working again.

"I need my wagon," she said suddenly and dismissively, waving her slender bejeweled hand dismissively as a princess or queen would do, "Those battling inside will not prevail without my help."

The dancing girl was no more, something else moved in her place. Her form had not changed. She was still the young ebon haired woman covered in copper and brass bangles but her poise, her demeanor had transformed as she shed her previous identity. She moved, differently, still with grace but with a more determined efficient stride that implied a modicum of haste and unwasted energy.

"You may accompany me if you wish or venture inside and perish in battle."

This was untrue. While he might certainly be of aid inside the room, she coldly had decided she needed a protector in case the battle shifted towards the vardo wagon. He could do well as a stumbling stone, a minor delay that could be of aid and preserve her life at the cost of his own and that was quite fine with her.

Not waiting to see if he would follow she strode towards the wagon, pulling out a key as large as her small hand for the lock and promptly ignored the man dying man clinging to both life and the wooden spokes of her wagon wheel. Her own life was more important. She needed to get things from her wagon and fight this vampire. Maybe the young thief would attend him in his dying moments. She cared not but such would be so much the better. It would keep him outside and provide more distraction should the battle spill out.

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The diminutive dancing girl writhed as the vampire held her aloft with ease. It shouldn't have been possible but the vampire was anything but natural. The helplessness, the terror washed through the dancer as her toes struggled to reach the floor. She was helpless, like a babe held aloft and she could not do a thing to save herself. She was going to die. This was it, a victim of an almost negligent killer.

The dancing girl grunted as she was thrown casually aside like a boring toy in the hands of a toddler that had just been distracted by something brighter and shinier. She took one clumsy step as she worked to regain her balance but she was a dancer, trained as such from a very young age. She recovered near instantly and just before she hit the wall. Still, she struck it anyways, sliding down the wall and crumpling into a small ball.

From there she peered out carefully behind a screen of ebony tresses. When the vampire turned her attention to the others she sprinted once more for the doorway. Her thoughts were a whirl. She had been marked. She understood that and she understood killers far better than most. She had to do something. She slipped through, finding herself in an empty kitchen, the hearth blazing. Food was burning on the grill, the cauldron boiling, but no one was attending to them. They'd fled through the open doorways, either out towards the stables or into the field behind. She needed to get to her vardo wagon.

Characters ranging from lords and ladies to brigands and cutthroats; immortality not included.

Once a character perishes, their soul is lost from this realm. If one participant slits another's throat for little more than their coinpurse, then they don't have to worry about revenge characters being introduced.

@Ryunte

I thought you couldn't introduce multiple characters?

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*grins* It's not your fault. These things happen. I've never once seen a freeform thread ever make it out of the tavern without some form of confrontation.

Now, you throw dice at people and they lose control. Then there's the very real possibility of failure or even death and suddenly everybody becomes respectful of conflict.

Heck, you want to try something really special. Try playing a tabletop game where death is permanent and you aren't issued a new character when you perish. That is absolutely terrifying and as a result damn intoxicatingly engrossing.

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The entire tavern was launched into chaos. That happened when someone was viciously attacked in a small public space. Women and men alike raced for every exit. Some, the smarter ones, flipped over tables and hid behind them and awaited an opportunity to escape that didn't involve racing past a psychotic sorceress.

The dancing girl wasn't one of the smart ones. She did as the most did, racing for the nearest door. Perhaps hoping that the barbarian would keep the interest of the mad god's follower she ran, pale soles of her bare feet flashing as she raced for the rear doorway, bangles and sewn-in coins making a racket as she moved.

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It's all there in the opening post. No need for a character sheet, just jump in and start posting, and you may create a villain.

The only thing the thread creator stated was... please don't throw in a game breaking character.

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I'm holding off a reply to give Infamous Empath and any new joiners a chance to respond.