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    With a laugh and a slight dance around the center ring Ophelia lights up. "Well now little ones its time for a real treat, a little automated fun! Don't worry though, they do as they're told! She motioned for Dil to come forward. "The stage is yours darling!"


    Vincent smiled as he parted the curtain of the tent to allow, the young woman entrance. "Now my dear, what do you wish to exchange?"


    IC: Clara blinks, tilting her head. "How do you mean?" She asks. Her locket feels hot against her neck, but she's too focused on Vincent to notice. The cause of the heat is Katara, desperately trying to warn the daughter who can't see or hear her. The poor ghost is panicking, knowing just how much danger Clara is in.



    OOC:


    Vincent lifts his mask, his hypnotic eyes flashing with glee. "This tent is for exchanging. A trade of sorts. I give you what you've always desired for something of yours." The painting on his mask begin to swirl and dance as faint laughter is heard.


    Ophelia claps in glee as she watches the performance. Her eyes still glazed over. "Oh I do enjoy such a sight! Don't you all?" The crowd begins to cheer as they shout at the volunteer "Make him dance! Make him do a flip! Let me try!"

    Wildfire of Leafclan made her way into the clearing. She was sent by her leader to hurry ahead in case he couldn't make it before the appointed time. The ruddy brown bobtail stretched before making her way to Fallenoak and Fisheye. "Hello there, my name is Wildfire, yours?"

    The grin on the ringleader's face only widens. "Well my dear, what are you offering? If you don't have any money you could always work for me here." He glides over to Clara and holds her hands. "Imagine working for one of the world's most spectacular shows. The audiences will adore you, you'll never be left out or alone again."


    Ophelia caught the remote and with a gleeful laugh turned to the center of the ring, "Now now Dil. We don't want to tell anyone how to kill such a lovely thing like yourself. Without you we wouldn't have such a wonderful show! But alas it is time for our next performance, may we have another round of applause for our very own non-autonomous darling dear?"


    With that last sentence the crowds begin clapping and cheering again as Ophelia sends Dil back behind the large curtains.


    "Now little ones...Its time for a sight so extravagant you'll be on the edge of your seats.."
    The goat girl turned to Becky and Betty, "You're up!"

    With a smile and a curt nod the bobtail sat down. "No need to apologize, I understand how boring gatherings get. Uptight and at each others throats. Its alright to be a little rude." she twitched her ears, "Though I would watch my tongue. You never know what could happen at a gathering that will follow you home."

    Vincent nods, "You wish to see the truth, what would you exchange for it?" He tenderly holds her cheek in a gloved hand before pulling away and smiling at her. "What is the truth worth to you darling?"


    OOC: sorry for the short post low muse

    Wildfire padded out into the clearing, her reddish coat brightened by the sun. She let out a yawn and stretched before heading to the fresh kill pile. Immediately a rotten smell hit her senses and she recoiled. Pushing away some of the kill until she found the source, a rotted vole. She batted it away until she reached the edge of camp. Once there she carefully picked up the dead thing and took it to a tree where she buried it. "That takes care of that."

    hey guys Ghost here, I'm closing this thread. I have way to much on my plate with school and a new job. Plus trying to navigate around the new site is hell in a handbasket. I'll try to stay active on the site itself but honestly that's gonna be a bit of a task in of itself. I had so much fun meeting and fleshing out this story with you guys, the characters you brought in and the friendships we've made are the best things on this site at the moment. I'm going to miss you all, sorry we couldn't keep this going. I'll catch you through the screen
    Napping-Ghost


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    Alright guys considering I probably won't be coming back to this site do you think we should open up a discord or skype chat for the rp if it were to continue? As well as other possible rps?

    • Name: Ann-zelic
    • Age: 18
    • Race: Redguard
    • Family: None in Skyrim, family in Hammerfell believes she is dead
    • Gender: Female
    • Weapon of Choice: Ebony sword and Mace of Molag Bal mainly.
    • Magic?: Uses destruction and conjuration magic as well as healing though it is weak. She prefers using a sword or bow
    • Sexuality: Bisexual
    • Appearance: (She basically looks like this but instead wears the dark brotherhood armor or vampire armor)
    • History: Born to nobles in Hammerfell, Ann-zelic had been part of an arranged marriage. The night after the ceremony her husband was killed and she was kidnapped and sold into slavery, they were taking the captives to Skyrim. She managed to escape and cross the border only to be caught by imperial soldiers. She barely escaped being executed when a dragon had attacked the town. Fleeing from the scene with an imperial soldier she managed to gain her freedom. It was around this time she met and helped a funny little jester. Through him she joined the dark brotherhood and became the listener.
    • Dragonborn?: No
    • Other: She was turned a vampire by Lord Harkan during a Dawnguard quest. She never returned to either faction