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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bran Blackbyrd" data-source="post: 1173093" data-attributes="member: 1710">The Stardust CarnivalRilthennia’s hills and dells are the home of many a strange tale. Stories are told by guttering flame of strange things seen on strange nights, but there is a recurring event of surpassing oddity that is witnessed by many each year - and no one realizes it.The Stardust Carnival comes into the area once each year, when the leaves turn and the air is crisp. They only perform after dark, only one night and then they are gone; a troupe of performers unparalleled in skill and splendor.Women of inestimable beauty in costumes of thinnest gossamer walk tightropes stretched from poles, barrel-chested men lift boulders and bend steel bars, exotic animals parade at the command of trainers and mysterious people eat fire, swallow swords and perform other amazements, while musicians play music of haunting perfection. The performers are all clad in costumes of deep blues and soft grays, like moonlit clouds, sparkling like jewels; like stardust.No one seems to ever recall seeing the performers set up or tear down the show, nor even their arrival and departure, only that they witnessed a fantastic display of pageantry and wondrous feats not to be believed. Even those memories tend to be fuzzy and painted with idealistic wonder. The only clear memory is the fierce winds that seem to herald the arrival of the carnival, and its departure.There are a few in Rilthennia who recall a terrible event, almost a century ago, when a tornado swept through the area – killing a traveling carnival to the last member.None of the townsfolk ever seem to realize they are watching the spirits of the dead carry on with the show even after death. It is unclear whether the carnival’s troupe is damned to this fate or has chosen it; an eternity performing for the crowds, of moving from town to town.The show must go on.Next: The Humming Stones of Hatterrin Heath</blockquote>

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