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The Making Of The Motley Crew
Written by: Anonymous
Date: Saturday, March 12th, 2016
Addressed to: Everyone
Creaking to a halt by a mule refusing to move no further, a hodgepodge travelling cart made camp in the indigo fields of the eastern reaches. An unlikely band of misfits soon emerged, deeming it as good a place as any to put their motley talents to the test. Before long, a curious trickle of Targossian onlookers explored the source of the commotion, with Father Bahtell making the initial introductions.
How did such eccentric personalities find each other's company? A talent-show contestant that failed to make the cut might easily turn to troubadour performing, but the ragbag retinue seems to be another story entirely.
It started on a sleepy Valnuary morning, as fate or circumstance led each hopeful to approach the Wheel of Fortune in New Thera. There, as each segment clacked between bated breaths, the first seed of friendship began to blossom. They never did win what they came for, that motley crew, but they found a much better fortune after-all: each other. Within the day a patchwork cart fashioned from the mismatched lives of its many inhabitants rolled away from the Ace of Spades Casino, inexorably travelling towards fame, fortune, and perhaps family upon the winding roads ahead.
At their various stops, the eccentric company dazzled and assailed growing crowds with their motley talents: music filled the air as a retired goblin soldier reminisced about his battlefield days upon a trombone, while a painted Khulian native marvelled all with his exotic tribal dancing. Cast shadows of slithering snakes, stampeding gours, and other creatures great and small came to life upon the awning of the makeshift cart whilst the pure note of a precisely struck triangle invited the fascinated crowd to tip heavily.
Enthused by their roadside reception, the motley crew set their sights toward the horizon for a larger stage, promising to end their journey with a show worthy of their time spent together.
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Summary: Brought together by luck (or a lack thereof) at the Wheel of Fortune, a motley crew of performers have taken to the roads to share their talents with any who find their cart's current resting stop.
Penned by My hand on the 17th of Sarapin, in the year 708 AF.
The Making Of The Motley Crew
Written by: Anonymous
Date: Saturday, March 12th, 2016
Addressed to: Everyone
Creaking to a halt by a mule refusing to move no further, a hodgepodge travelling cart made camp in the indigo fields of the eastern reaches. An unlikely band of misfits soon emerged, deeming it as good a place as any to put their motley talents to the test. Before long, a curious trickle of Targossian onlookers explored the source of the commotion, with Father Bahtell making the initial introductions.
How did such eccentric personalities find each other's company? A talent-show contestant that failed to make the cut might easily turn to troubadour performing, but the ragbag retinue seems to be another story entirely.
It started on a sleepy Valnuary morning, as fate or circumstance led each hopeful to approach the Wheel of Fortune in New Thera. There, as each segment clacked between bated breaths, the first seed of friendship began to blossom. They never did win what they came for, that motley crew, but they found a much better fortune after-all: each other. Within the day a patchwork cart fashioned from the mismatched lives of its many inhabitants rolled away from the Ace of Spades Casino, inexorably travelling towards fame, fortune, and perhaps family upon the winding roads ahead.
At their various stops, the eccentric company dazzled and assailed growing crowds with their motley talents: music filled the air as a retired goblin soldier reminisced about his battlefield days upon a trombone, while a painted Khulian native marvelled all with his exotic tribal dancing. Cast shadows of slithering snakes, stampeding gours, and other creatures great and small came to life upon the awning of the makeshift cart whilst the pure note of a precisely struck triangle invited the fascinated crowd to tip heavily.
Enthused by their roadside reception, the motley crew set their sights toward the horizon for a larger stage, promising to end their journey with a show worthy of their time spent together.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Summary: Brought together by luck (or a lack thereof) at the Wheel of Fortune, a motley crew of performers have taken to the roads to share their talents with any who find their cart's current resting stop.
Penned by My hand on the 17th of Sarapin, in the year 708 AF.