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It was inside the safe blackened walls of the Witch's lair where The Dark Harlequin read the missive, having been gathered from one of his travels. The flesh facade covering his skeletal form distorts into a grin expresion. "Tsk Tsk tsk. . . These ghouls nowadays, they have no idea of the blessing they were offered to them! They are free to do what their heart desires, without death hot in their heels, and yet here they are! Doing nothing but complaining. . ." All of a sudden, Calfaxmalis crumbles the paper and throws it away. "They better put a smile on their decrepit faces. Otherwise. . . they are subject but nothing that oblivion."

The Eternal Party The fear of the dark. It is but a primordial instinct, a body response from the imminent danger that presents all that feels unknown. An abandoned ruin, a hidden tunnel leading to a place of utter emptiness, the moment you find yourself lost around dimmed foliage, you tilt your head then you see it, shrouded by the cloak of night. When you gaze upon the obscurity, a chilling sensation traverses through the hoarder of such feelings, it is known how they paralyze, and just like that, they let themselves be persuaded by the panic. But such as any fear, it is irrational. Darkness, as mean, as cruel as it might sound, is comparable to the absence of light. Just behind that eerie silence, stepping further through that black that all covers, and which you can only glance at one part at a time. There is room for the unexpected, a place, a friend, a window of opportunity for those wise enough to peek through the curtain that mortalkind, the gods itself purposely put in their way. Life goes around a lot, so it is not crazy to think that by refusing the constructs of mind that your fear creates, you might just be face-to-face with what you were pursuing, all this time. For it is nothing to fear. Exactly one of those shady places, that even though it follows all standards to be considered of bad omen, their foundations lie upon a purpose far more enriching, more noble. They shall make themselves be seen, and they will surely find you, but only a few know where to find them, and the answer lies in the far north, deep in the barren, snowy wastelands of Rimeglen. It is of no importance, no relevance to the amount of tales they may have heard, the statements that stand true, and those who were exaggerated and unscrambled. Once you place your feet inside, once you see what I see, it shall all make sense. Our haven, where the constant buzzling of the lights appear overshadowed by the everlasting gaiety that never reaches the dusk, rooms crafted by dozens of creative minds with immortal time on their hands. Every crossing is a rabbit hole towards someone’s soul, their ideas, their desires, but also their insecurities, the things that upsets them. It is indeed a place where your imagination can run wild. And they call it, The Meat Circus. From the deepest halls of the carnival, It is where I rejoice upon their vibrant scenes, an endless visual lexicon. We are able to contemplate around one million colors, yet these walls seem to surpass even the limits of the light spectrum. One should simply accept the chaos that comes from within, and simply enjoy their slice of cake, as they pursue their constant enjoyment of the arts. My case, however, derived greatly, as I could not help but ponder, and ponder I did, from a dilemma that I saw impossible to resolve. As much comfort as our canvas provides, it is still surrounded by the harsh reality, a future without hope nor purpose contemplated by The Black Doctrine, and from which every performer, artist, and jester shall devote themselves to it, as The Witch King’s entertainers. What was The Circus, a place so fragile, so small, after the great scheme of things? Yet, of course, I could have simply turned my head around, looked elsewhere, for the show must keep running. But then what would distinguish us from mortals, those who go through their lives without second thought, if I did not care to question mine? An answer might lay somewhere, either behind those curtains when the spectacle is close to its end, or the mere words of the script which I put my effort into memorizing, over and over again. And so, the response was revealed to me. It was in those passages where I reached upon a door to one of these worlds. A vision towards a singular landscape reached to my eyesockets, a quiet green field, expanding indefinetly towards the horizon and the display of a cyan blue sky resonating all above it. A flock of birds, seemingly frozen in time, as this was but the perfect encapsulation of such a perfect day. The moment in time where you might lay above its infinite surface, the strands slip through your fingers as you find yourself tiny evermore, but also do your problems, your worries. A place to inspire peace, where emptiness reigns above all things, yet I found it so vivid. As they stood, far away, but still attainable for my vision, a cattle of jesters in meeting. It was quite hard to observe just one, as they intertwined between each other in an everlasting motion, so the colorful ribbons that guided every single one of them together, towards the pole rising in the middle of it. A majestic dance, the astonishing display of colors, such as everyone might expect from the eternal souls that populate this multicolor realm. As the performance followed its course, one of the jesters began to sing, and so did everyone in a choir, it seems its intervention might have motivated them greatly, to inspire their fellow entertainers evermore. With that, they soon would lead the baton, a self-proclaimed director guiding every movement in choreography. Would this jester raise their arm, they comply. would this jester stomp their feet, they comply. Would this jester turn to themselves, they indeed, complied, from which they would now face each other, seemingly stopping their dance as to stare at their companion for a time longer than I could count. I was just a spectator, but I still could realize the grim feeling among the watchers, the jovial mood that accompanied everyone that day, devolved into expressions of mad and enraged wrath. That. . . is when the real party began. It was just a matter of time before someone threw the first stone, I was aware of this, yet I did not intervene. You may blame my morbid curiosity, but perhaps, I am simply not fond of interrupting a scene when this unfolds. Nevertheless, my assumptions became true, the moment the director shoved its gloves into their eyesockets. There was not a scream, nor a complaint, only the bubbling sound of the blood tracing down the grass, some rotten eyeballs now squished far from recognition. The real thing arrived right after, for as if it was all part of the same premeditated symphony, every single one of the jesters indulged into their own personal carnage. Flesh tearing apart, bones crumbling down as to fertilize the grass below, blood channeling into rivers. It was all that would follow. They laughed. They chuckled, they chortled and laughed some more. Why wouldn’t they? They were not going anywhere, and even if they did, there would be brush strokes all over The Circus for them to be remembered, that is the way things go, such is the blessing they were offered. And soon enough, there would be no mouths left to laugh, the fields grew quiet again. As an actor arriving late to an audition, it is that I stepped in, to assess the damage that chaos unraveled. It was not the lifeless corpses what shocked me, but the scenery. Somehow, the plains, the unreachable countryside, it had blossomed into a look no one could have ever thought of. It was the unalived performers, that with every drop, every stain of blood, they had transformed this reality into something different: a rose field. Flowers stretching out to what the imagination cannot reach. Was this such a mere coincidence, or was it all part of their playing? Be that as it may, It was the cause for an instant revelation. The answer that I so profusely seeked. We are the ones who built this world of fantasy. The ones responsible to keep The Circus alive, for it is a reflection of ourselves, and in the same way, a reflection of the world. We do not live at the expense of reality, we circle over it, just like a merry-go-round. The Three Truths reveal a life devoid of everything that makes it worth living, yet The Meat Circus found their place, they stated a purpose. Because as long as there are poems to be written, as long as our bodies still respond for a dance, we will always return. And I think that is beautiful. -Calfaxmalis’s Journal. Also known as The Last Laugh of The Witch King.

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The Harlequin grabs the missive out of Galbatorix's hands and proceeds to read it "By all that is wicked. . .His authority is so inconmensurable! He even holds the power to reassure his statement. . " "Your text here!" Calfaxmalis exclaims.

The Dark Harlequin pondered alone above the top of the chilling mountains, gazing upon the domains of his beloved Witch Kingdom. Suddenly, a thought went past his mind, that dark elf he helped to capture without hesitation, and the terrible fate he had succumbed with. "Something isn't quite right here. . ." The Harlequin mutters "The story of a man cannot end so. . . abruptly. . ." There was a long pause, the paramount humming in thought , the silence is only broken by the whistling wind. "This is. . . your second act, my friend. " - "You better get prepared, for you shall perform soon." "Theatrum mundi"

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[A missive was scattered all over Azuras, this paper could not be found in crowded areas nor main roads, but it was distributed across somber destinations, abandoned ruins. Places where the hand of the mortal usually does not reach. Strangely enough, some of these were found humid and stained, as if they were dipped in water and then put to dry.] ✧༝┉˚*❋ ❋*˚┉༝✧ I know you, know you more than you know yourself, for I have met with your ceaseless struggle, you wander alone, dragging your ectoplasm towards what once brought you happiness: Your old house, the tavern you used to spend time in, that old oak tree where you delivered your first kiss. . . You seek them, seek those moments back, but when you return to them, what it is you find? Desolation, silence, nothing remains, nothing is perpetual, yet you, you still exist, trapped at this state, a place in time that is not there, and the world simply, goes on, without care. Thus, you cannot touch, you cannot feel, you reduce yourself to a mere spectator of things, for there is nothing for you to alter, your moment has already gone. Or so, you think. Raise up your heads, those persecuted by their still, numb eternal lives, oh, wandering souls in oblivion. This is not a dead end, but another chapter of your sailing into the world of the living. Remember these words, the next time you find yourself wandering endlessly, for I, The Murktitan, offers you his most sincere support. Please, reach out to me, either if you seek help, or if what you only need, is a person that listens. End your solitude, phantom, I am by your side, for you are important to me, wherever you are. The Multifaceted*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ (A small watercolor painting was added beneath, the portrait of a blackened, humanoid figure standing tall over a grass field) ✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

Calfaxmalis the Dark Harlequin brings out his pocket mirror and does his clown makeup "Who's the most beautiful darkstalker in town. . .? I AM! ME! Time to bring the stupid MORTALS the best spectacle in all their boring, dull LIFES. . . But first I gotta look DIVINE of course!"

"Brothers and sisters of our Order! You shall not fret, for as long as I stand, our enemies will feel upon their skin the crushing power of the warden!" The battle construct thuds against his chest in a fist, as a honorable gesture, carrying his massive blade along with him

1. Obviously I will be descarting all my darkspawn personas. . . I don't want to bring a DEMON or Darkstalker to the real world like hell no, however, part of me would pick for Ulst'akra, not only a Pale Knight irl would be astonishing to see, but he is honestly the type of guy you can always count on/talk to no matter what. However, I finally decided to discard him since he would need to drain people's emotions in order to stay sane, which, with the amount of people with mental issues irl, it would not be very good tbh. . . That being said, I'm picking Tazusko for this one. Yes he is an enormous, muscular nord man, but relatively normal whatsover, he would obviously freak out if brought in real life, maybe even end up in jail a couple of times because of like, for instance, starting a bar fight. But he's a chill guy and I think after a while he would manage himself just fine. 2. I would be fucked, I am a photographer irl, so my skills would have literally no USE in LOTC. Maybe I would try seek refuge somewhere and learn an office to survive. Nonetheless, I think I could be able to adapt quite well, since I would bring with me all the LORE I know OOC there. HOWEVER If I ever encountered some bandits/darkspawn it would be the end for me. I got like a bb rifle I like practice shooting with, so maybe, maaaaybeee I could use a sling to defend myself but that's it. 3. To be honest, this year has not be the best for me. I've been failing school for personal issues and felt pretty bumped about it. But now I can say I've been recovering myself from that, so thanks a lot! 💖 4. If it was a moral dilemna, I would pick Puka since he's a kid and has all his life to live ahead of him. However, since you probably asked that question to know what char I would keep myself with no matter what, That would be Ulst'akra without a doubt, he's my most beloved char for multiple of reasons, the one that suffered the most char development, so he deserves it. On Dementio's side, I would pick Count Dementio, he might be a goofy villain, but it's familiar to Inti and her does not NEED another member of her family dead let me tell you. WOAH. . . You sure got me pondering a lot with these ones! Thank you so much! It was super fun 💖

1. Since Dimentio is a coward and a bad bro romance rp won't be possible. . . 🥀 2. This is gonna sound very stereotypical since I am a spaniard but. . . Living on the region where the best paellas are made, I hold a strong bound since my grandma used to make it every sunday and it was probably one of the best meals I would ever had. 3. Big starcraft fan, I used to play a lot of RTS games with my friends. I am a big fallout new vegas fan, also I like Kingdom Come Deliverance a lot! Great medieval rp sim. I'm currently waiting impatient for Deltarune chapter 5! 4. When I learned how to pirate my 3ds 5. I'm pretty much established rn, will keep playing as Tazusko and darkspawn personas, also developing Puka's history further as he grows. The literally only REASON I decide to make a new char is because DEMENTIO asks me so! That's why we do so much duos together. We are currently planning to do a bandit duo where I'll be a greedy goblin. . . Also. . . I'll probably make a Mori char! Here's the figura I made for him: 6. THIS GUY WITHOUT A DOUBT It was my first COMPLEX avatar model, made the body completely from scratch and it took me AGES till I got the shape and the animations right. Now he's one my most loved creations! Funny enough. . . I made it a while ago and I couldn't use it till I was able to turn him into a PK! 7. I loved Illwill's story a ton, I also enjoyed some of our duos! Like Shade and Blade, the sames who challenged the NORDS to a duel twice in a row and survived. Also there's that one time, all the way back in aevos, that I will never forget, It was our first time as bandits, and we set ourselves the goal to put out the holy fires that were set up along the path to Numendil. Not only we were CAUGHT, but a whole ARMY began to chase us all the way to norland, when we disguise ourselves and they couldn't CATCH us at the end! HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA!! 8. Tazusko, Blade, and Ulst'akra form a team against Calfaxmalis and Naz'khadul. Puka and Maligna would hug eachother and cry scared. 💔 Anytime brother! Ty for the questions Clown duo is looking very promising rn!! I'm enjoying it a lot since The Doom Troupe is very inactive at the moment. I also love this guys so much, we wanted them to be yet another bandit duo first but they kinda became their own thing, so they are just plain anime type goofy chars Oooh I almost forgot the bros! At first I wouldn't call them ''the perfect duo'' but now that they have become both a mystic and a PK this guys are gonna SLAY. Like duo dark souls boss type shit.