Folks begin to prod their heads out into the open air, curious about the source of this unusual din, and you find your vision capturing a small procession of flamboyantly dressed people parading through the central road. A lanky man of some obvious elven descent leads the pack, his long, ashy-brown hair curling ever-so-slightly past his mid-back, his long coat and tails knocking around by his skipping step. Two halfling women in purple and green bodysuits dance from side to side, handing flowers to children and flyers to adults, as a bald man in a neck-frilled frock coat of bright red, his face adorned in vibrant orange makeup to look like the setting sun behind him, plays the violin that you heard earlier in an upbeat, jovial manner. A tall half-orc masculine man with a well-groomed handlebar mustache that curves out to the side, billowing white silk shirt and black trousers, follows behind with a big drum slung over his shoulder, going (drumming) along with the fiddle. The tiefling man of lavender skin that you saw earlier walks along with a grin, juggling two curved scimitars as he walks in place, almost loses one and catches it, continues to go.
Families are beginning to gather out to see this display. The two dancers part, and then a woman of short, fiery red hair and dark skin walking between them, lifting a small candle before-- fwoosh! A giant burst, a gout of flame emerges from the front of her mouth, brightens the vicinity, and everyone collectively gasps and begins cheering and clapping as they continue the walk. There, to the back of it, you see the rather burly-looking pale woman, arms crossed, just following behind and keeping an eye like a security guard to ensure that no business gets out of hand. The gasps and the cheers begin to follow, and as the procession continues down its way, the families and civilians begin to gather and follow behind. As the last bit of the sun sets behind the mountain range, the torches glowing, the procession curves through the center of the Loch Ward to the edge of the Ustaloch itself. Through the fishing village, more folks begin to gather. Do you all follow? ALL: Yeah. LAURA: And I cast Blessing of the Trickster on you again, just in case. SAM: Thank you. MATT: People following the parade, you see faces, eager for this fresh form of entertainment. Children laugh and chatter excitedly, while the Crown's Guard in their familiar bronze and vermilion uniform try to maintain order between themselves being quite curious or visibly mistrusting of these hooligans that suddenly have usurped the evening air. The procession continues towards the eastern side, out along the southern edge of this Loch Ward, to the Ustaloch's southern place, towards the new, completely constructed, large, dark blue tent. Lengthy streamers of white and silver flap with the cold winds from the top of the structure. As you guys walk, you watch as the horned tiefling you had approached earlier slowly saunters up to your side, you recognizing these individuals you had spoken with earlier. MARISHA: I go, Molly! Molly, hey! TALIESIN: Oh, it's my favorites. Hello. LAURA: We came! TALIESIN: I'm so glad you all came to see the show. It's going to be great tonight. ASHLEY: (deadpan) It's going to blow you away. (laughter) SAM: The hype continues. ASHLEY: You're going to love it. TALIESIN: First show of a round's always the best. Without fail. MARISHA: Where are the best seats? TALIESIN: Well, I'm always partial to the front. Then you're right in it, if something goes wrong, it's nothing between you and whatever terrible, bloody mess is going to happen. It's just the best. MARISHA: What? TALIESIN: Nothing, nothing, you're fine. ASHLEY: It's going to be great, but before you go in, I do have to give you guys a pat-down, 'cause you can't go in with any weapons. MATT: At this point, a voice rings out behind you, you see as the carnival master Gustav glances over your shoulder and goes, "You two, skip ahead, quick. We need to go ahead and set up. Looks like "we're already having quite a few people excited to come here, so at the door, interior to set up. "Meet us at the front. Actually, you know what? You'll be on card duty. We need a little extra "change on the side." TALIESIN: Card duty it is. MATT: "All right. Folks, excited for your patronage." As he spins around and addresses the whole crowd now and says, "Enjoy the night air. Walk slowly. We need just a moment to set up." And the half-elf man bows and tips his large-- it looks almost like a top hat that gets floppy towards the top and flops forward, and he puts it back on top and begins sauntering, continuing the music, but picking up their pace to get ahead of the crowd as they draw you all slowly towards the exterior tent. And that's where we're going to go ahead and take our break. (yelling) TRAVIS: Face is on fire. LAURA: Am I the only one going, do we really have to give up our weapons? I don't feel okay with this. SAM: Ashley, I'll do whatever you want, but if you take my weapons I might kill you. ASHLEY: I'd like to see you try. (yelling) MATT: All right, so. We'll be back here in a few minutes. We're going to take a quick break. We have our weekly giveaway from our friends at Wyrmwood. We have a white oak complete dice tower system that's a three-piece set. That's going to be given away to one of you there in the chat. The password, if I recall, is 'beginnings'. Yeah. This one. If you're in the Twitch chat, if you want to be part of this, when you're prompted there, go ahead and enter the word 'beginnings' once. If you enter it more than once, you'll get disqualified, so be careful with that. Otherwise, it gets this spamming spree of chaos. So the word is 'beginnings'. When prompted, go ahead and enter that, and we'll come back from the break with the winner of that. Regardless, guys, welcome to the beginning of the new campaign. (yelling) MATT: We'll see you here in a few minutes. LIAM: Magic! LAURA: Magic! [break] MATT: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. Guys! Wow! LIAM: Grenade lobbed in by Foster at the last second. MATT: I know. Welcome back. So, first and foremost, we have our winner of the white oak complete dice tower from our friends at Wyrmwood. The winner is GTDevoto. Congratulations. Denova will reach out to you and get your contact information. Everyone else, thank you for entering. We'll have more with each future episode of Critical Role, thanks to our friends at Wyrmwood Gaming. Also, as a heads-up for those who aren't familiar and for those who may be, we have a Tuesday aftershow of this called Talks Machina where our friend W. Brian Foster Esq., just mixing up all of his names-- you guys know him, Brian W. Foster, friend of the show, is the host of the show, and he'll be there Tuesday talking about this episode tonight with some of the cast. 7PM Pacific time on Tuesday. So. Anyway. (laughter) MATT: Bringing us back. TRAVIS: Bring that ass back. SAM: Five dragons swoop down. (laughter) MATT: It's so hackneyed. As you guys begin to approach the outside of this large, dark navy tent, people are being inspected and ushered through by the well-groomed half-orc on one side, and the pale woman, Yasha, you met for a second time approaching the outskirts of this carnival, with entry fees being collected by both as people begin to pass into this large structure. A few feet off to the side, you see a small crowd gathered around Mollymauk, who is sitting atop a small blanket and has cards splayed before him, a similar set that you saw Jester toying with earlier, and a farmer sits across from him, listening intently. "All right, so what can you "tell me about this here cough?" TALIESIN: How long have you had it? MATT: "Oh, going on like three, four months." (coughs) TALIESIN: It looks like it's getting better. Oh yes. Does it feel like it's getting better? MATT: "Oh, right now? Yeah." TALIESIN: Yeah, look at that. I would maybe breathe a tincture or something. Let's-- yeah, maybe you should get that looked at. MATT: "From who? What do the cards tell me?" TALIESIN: Some sort of physician, perhaps. MATT: "Right! Of course! Oh, thank you so much." And he places a-- TALIESIN: Platinum Dragon be with you. Thank you. MATT: Stands up. "Dear, a physician!" And he walks off. (laughter) MARISHA: What happened to 'no sick people'? TALIESIN: This is outside the tent. MATT: Yeah, he doesn't enter the tent. He goes off to the side. MARISHA: Fair. TALIESIN: It's good to see you all here, though. LAURA: Here's the thing. Some of us have weapons that we don't want to pass away to other people, so how much of a chance is it that we could get through without having to do that, you know? ASHLEY: Well, you can't see the show if you have a weapon on you. LAURA: Right. And we really want to see the show. But, you know, we are really good at security, like all of us are really strong, and we could fight things that came up, too, so maybe it would be best if you don't take our weapons, and then we could help. MARISHA: Actually, here's a deal. We'll make you a good deal. You waive our entry fee and if anyone needs to be kicked out, or any security needs to happen, we'll help you out. SAM: Like deputy bouncers? MARISHA: Like deputy bouncers. ASHLEY: Well, see, funny thing about that, though, is that's my job. So.
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