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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 11:12 pm
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 EVENTRp Contest Premade orangeblood.Gender can be chosen by the winner.
For more information on the festival associated with this troll go here!
For more information on the Alternian religion associated with this troll, see the associated group, and section on Technology & Religion
The most prominent religion on Alternia, the Cult of the Mirthful Messiahs, has members that are easily recognizable - each decking their face out in their own personal paint. You are a young and fresh convert to their ranks, but you have taken to it like a highblood to water. Although you haven't been around for long enough to really delve into the nuances and intricacies of it's faith and creeds, you've memorized the most important and central laws. The six most important tenets, each linked to six aspects of the Dark Carnival.
The Carnival of Carnage - life is a struggle, and you must strive to keep yourself and your brothers and sisters safe from corruption.
The Ringmaster - you must take control of your life and destiny, going where and doing what your bloodpusher tells you.
The Riddlebox - always remember to stay pure in your intentions and faithful to the Circus, lest you lose your path to paradise.
The Illusionist - don't fall victim to temptation - be that to stray from your own path in life, your faith, or your family, no matter where it comes from.
The Jugglers - never let your bad deeds outweigh your good deeds - be sure to leave the world around you better, rather than worse off.
The Wraith - remember that in your quest for paradise is worth whatever the cost, and that if you fail to reach your goal, that failure is eternal.
It was, in fact, on the last Terror Night of the previous sweep, that you first learned of these tenets from a rowdy bunch of capricious minstrels performing for children in the local square. It was your first experience with the Dark Carnival and you instinctively felt drawn towards one of these tenets, it speaking to some part of you that made you certain that your true calling was with the cult. Take us back down memory lane to that night, to what you experienced, which of the tenets spoke to you, and why it resonated in your heart as being the calling card of your destiny.
Entries must be 250 words minimum, from the viewpoint of the orangeblood, in third person past tense. Please don't edit your posts after submitting! |
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 4:26 pm
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Kritic Walloh watched the other trolls running around. It was Terror Night, and he hadn’t really found somewhere to go, or others to be with. Which was weird, considering he was the type to decorate his hive up… but he hadn’t this year. He wanted to, but he didn’t have it in his to be alone again, since nobody ever came to his hive parties.
There was a knock on Kritic’s door. He almost jumped out of his skin, but went to the door anyway. He looked out the window near his door and saw a pumpkin. A pumpkin? Who used pumpkins anymore?
He opened the door slowly, and stepped out of his hive. Reaching down, he examined the top of the pumpkin. It was carved open, and so he took the top off, discovering a note. He read the note: “Wwe’ve been wwatching you. Follow the trail, and you’ll have a family.”
Kritic did.. like that sound.. He looked down and noticed a bunch of seeds on the ground. Following them, he turned several corners, getting scared quite a few times, until he came upon a small group, standing and watching in his direction. They weren’t a scary bunch. They looked like outcasts. Like him. Warm colour blooded outcasts, who would accept him into their group, treat him like he’s part of their family.
“Hello, Kritic. We’ve been waiting for you. Are you ready to celebrate?”
Waiting for him? He hadn’t been sure about that… But he nodded and came to join their motley crew. “Yes.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 11:32 am
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One sweep ago...
Gourdi Jackyl let loose a long and drawn out, especially dramatic yawn. She rolled over onto her back, eyes focused loosely on the ceiling above her as she contemplated just culling herself to end the boredom. Outside of her little home, she could hear the yells and scampering footfalls of her fellow trolls- all, no doubt, having a particularly entertaining Terror Night whilst she was reduced to nothing but the company of her pumpkins. She glanced at the one closest to her- an exceptionally terrifying one, with multiple eyes and a razor sharp grin etched deep into its orange-colored flesh. The candle within it flickered a puke-colored green, and its glowing gaze was quite menacing should one catch the angle just right.
"This just isn't faaair." She whined in the pumpkin's direction; lower lip pouting itself outwards as her fingers tore at the well-maintained mop atop her head. "I can't believe Rabid Dad is doing this to me!" She grimaced, flopping back over and screaming as loud as she could into the dark-colored rug beneath her. She pounded the sides of her fists into the ground, and kicked at it with all her might. She dug her teeth so hard into her lower lip that it bled. The 58 carefully carved pumpkin lanterns around her flickered their sympathy, and Gourdi considered that her cue to continue her tantrum. She growled and hopped up, running across the room and launching her body full-throttle at the closed door. It, of course, didn't budge. Gourdi let loose another frustrated scream- this one even more piercing than the last.
"Rabid Dad! I know you're out there! Let me out, move away from the door!" She pounded her fists against the door and shook the handle with all her might. She picked up the closest thing to her- a small, uncarved pumpkin- and tossed it hard at the wall next to the door. It erupted into chunks; pumpkin guts decorating the wall in a grotesque and entirely unhygienic display. She would, without a doubt, end up scrubbing that wall furiously when her tantrum had subsided... but right now, she only had eyes for the closed door; fire burning within her gaze. In his place on the other side of the door, her rabbit-headed lusus gave a long and drawn out especially dramatic yawn, thumping his great draconic tail against the ground firmly. Knowing that such a thump meant no Gourdi screamed with all her might, stamping her feet hard into the ground beneath her. "I'm going to burn up the whole room to nothing but a crisp, with me in it, unless you let me freeeee!" The end of her sentence dissolved into an angry screech. She kicked the pumpkin nearest to her and it exploded into guts and broken pieces. A few other pumpkins toppled over, candles rolling out of their hollow bodies and igniting the carpet beneath it. Smelling the small fires, her lusus burst through the door; giving a loud, rabbit-dragon roar as he stamped out the flames.
Gourdi cackled, sprinting quickly out of the plain square that was her hive; leaving a furious Rabid Dad behind as she tore off across the lawn decorated in Jacko'lanterns and tomb stones. At her hive, it was always Terror Night. The holiday was, of course, her favorite. She dedicated most of her time preparing for it; honing her carving skills and making the ugliest faces she could come up with. She loved scaring the other trolls. Hearing their terrified shrieks gave her the most exhilarating set of chills that reverberated up her spine quite pleasurably. During last sweep's Terror Night, however, she had taken her scares just a bit too far and her pranks had landed her at the feet of a powerful and quite infuriated pureblood; rotten pumpkin staining his hair and orange-colored goop clinging to his face. Gourdi had tried hard to resist the laughter that had bubbled up within her when she had first laid eyes on her purpleblooded victim. She had tried, and she had failed. The only reason she had managed to get away from the purpleblood's wrath was the sudden appearance of Rabid Dad; his dragon wings swooping down to encase her just before the purpleblood's spear could pierce her chest.
Ever since then, Rabid Dad had been firm in not letting her participate in this sweep's events... but Gourdi was as untameable as the wildest of musclebeasts. And, after the set-the-rug-on-fire prank, she was free to do as she pleased... until, of course, Rabid Dad managed to find her and drag her back to their hive- kicking and screaming. But that was something the troll could worry about later. It was time to celebrate her most revered holiday! Starting with a maze constructed by the Dark Carnival.
Gourdi had, of course, heard tale from the other trolls about the cult. It was said that they were quite an entertaining bunch; running around without reign and carrying out whatever it was that they desired while also preaching the word of their most beloved tenets; often reacting quite violently towards anyone that may besmirch them. To Gourdi, they had sounded quite fun- so of course when she had heard they'd be performing within a terrifying maze of their own construct during this sweep's Terror Night- the orangeblood just couldn't resist visiting the local square where it had been rumored they'd be setting up. Her curiosity in regards to them drove her mad, and they were her driving force in escaping from Rabid Dad's clutches. She just had to meet these trolls with painted faces! Had to, had to, had to! So, she did.
"Welcome, little orangeblood, to the Maze of the Dark Carnival." The troll that grinned at her had two great big fangs at either side of his mouth. His face was painted in a dark red color, making it look as though both his eyes dripped blood and his mouth was much wider than it truly was. Gourdi giggled happily, allowing herself to be ushered into the maze without protest. Within the hedges, it was dark and damp. Mist rolled across the ground, making it so she couldn't see anything below her knees. A haunting voice spoke from nowhere that Gourdi could see.
"Do you know the tenets of the Dark Carnival?"
Gourdi jumped as a blade dropped down in front of her, nearly taking her toes with it. So not only was it just a maze... it was booby-trapped too. The disembodied voice continued speaking as Gourdi dodged a few arrows that were shot her way; each of them sporting what looked to be a pump biscuit on their sleek shafts. They pierced through the hedge behind her.
"The Carnival of Carnage - life is a struggle, and you must strive to keep yourself and your brothers and sisters safe from corruption. "
Gourdi hopped across a treacherous trench filled with snakebeasts, landing hard on her hands and knees. Fire suddenly filled the air above her. She quietly thanked herself for not landing on her feet.
"The Ringmaster - you must take control of your life and destiny, going where and doing what your bloodpusher tells you."
Gourdi's head tilted when she heard this, still in her place on the other side of the trench; using the time to catch her breath. She thought of Rabid Dad, always saying no; she thought of the highbloods, always ordering her around like nothing but a slave. Then, she thought about her pump biscuit; beating hard and fast within her small chest. She liked the idea of doing what she wanted. She liked the idea of being supported in doing what she wanted. Gourdi licked at the bit of dry blood that still marked her lip. Her hands turned to fists on the ground and she popped up, sprinting forward; deeper into the maze. The tenets continued to be whispered around her as she worked her way through, carefully avoiding the traps and scares set up by the cult members. When she finally found the center, the same troll from before stood in the middle- grinning as maniacally as before.
Held within his hand was a small pot of paint, and he nodded downwards towards it. "So, what do you think? Do you accept the life of the Dark Carnival as your own?"
Gourdi's head bobbed back and forth in an excited nod. She reached out her hands, snatching the paint away greedily. This was definitely the life for her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 9:34 am
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It was Terror Night. Vielli loaded the last carved pumpkin onto her little wagon. Each one had a candle inside, showing its flickering light through the carving she had decorated the gourd with. Her lusus scuttled among the gourds, inspecting them all. He himself had a gourd as a shell to protect his soft hermit-crab body. Vielli giggled and picked him up, placing her lusus on her head, where he used his troll's horns to steady and balance himself. Vielli looked over the wagon of her treasures. Each one would help to keep away a nasty spirit, an especially important job for Terror Night. The orangeblooded troll grabbed the handle of her rusty wagon and walked into town. Every now and then the troll would stop. She would test the air, examine the dirt or stone she intended to use, and then would place a bright shining orange gourd down on the ground. Hopefully that would keep someone else safe. Terror Night was no joke. Any seemingly nice troll could get caught up in some evil spirit tonight of all nights. Vielli's lantern pumpkins would hopefully do their job to keep such things away.
Eventually the troll child made it into town. Her lusus wobbled on her head, trying to fix the mess it made of Vielli's hair on the bumpy ride. As the orangeblood troll was scouting for a place to put her next pumpkin she spotted a large covered tent. This was something new, it was not every day covered tents just appeared in the middle of town. She made her way over, placing one of her gourd lanterns right outside the tent flap for good measure, and peaked inside. A dazzling display of athletics, showmanship and magic appeared before Vielli. Trolls were preforming miracles. Some were walking on ropes in the air as thin as Vielli's little finger. Others were juggling knives, or fire, or cat-beasts. Some were balancing on top things, and then balancing things on top of themselves. Vielli's eyes turned big and wide. She soaked up as much of the scene as she could, still standing right in the entrance way.
"Enjoying your m******ing self?" A voice came from behind the young orangeblood. She jumped, almost dislodging her lusus from his spot atop her head. The gourd-crab-lusus tittered worriedly. If it fell from that height it would certainly break its delicate gourd covering. Viellie's hands flew to her head, helping to steady her crustacean friend.
"Yeah!" Vielli answered once her lusus was securely in place again. "Its all so amazing! How could i not! All the-" Vielli stopped as soon as her eyes reached the face of her new acquaintance. His face was covered in paint. It was dazzling to look at. As bright and comforting as her own pumpkin lanterns. "I- Your face- Its-" Vielli started, at a loss for words.
The face painted teen laughed. "Its a m*********ing gift from our great messiahs. We paint ourselves in ***** to show we fallow the ******** Cult of the Mirthful Messiahs." Here the troll surprised Vielli even more by jumping over her wagon and doing a cartwheel. Vielli gasped, awe struck. "Want to ******* learn more? Fallow me ******." Vielli stood there a second, amazed and dazzled. Her lusus clicked its claws at her, directing her attention to where the older troll had gone. Vielli nodded, picked up the handle of her wagon, and fallowed the older troll to the back of the tent. She looked around, eyes wide in wonder. Props, toys, and costumes were everywhere. It was like a second wonderland behind this tent flap. Where before everything was bright and shiny, dazzling and amazing, here the magic was subdued. It looked more peaceful, less explosive, laying in wait in the props and artifacts of the circus. "Nice ******* pumpkins. What do you ******* do with them?" The teen made Vielli jump again as his words came from a corner of the tent room she was sure no one had inhabited earlier.
Vielli looked over at her wagon, now half full of brightly flickering gourds. They cast a friendly light on the room, making all the masks and paintings look like they were laughing. "They are my lanterns! They guide lost trolls, or, keep the evil out and stuff."
Vielli did not jump this time when her new friend laughed out loud. "Now that's what this ********ing place needs! Your helpin to keep your ****** brothers and sisters safe from all that ****** corruption out there!" Vielli grinned as the purpleblooded teen squeezed her shoulder in a friendly manner. "Thats the true ****** meaning of The Carnival of Carnage."
Vielli cocked her head to the side. Her lusus tittered again, a little quieter than last time. He had a strong grip on his troll's horns this time. "The Carnival of Carnage? Is that what this place is?" Vielli asked.
"Thats what this *******ing place is." repeated the painted troll. A sad look flickered over his face, but he quickly covered it up with his clownish grin. "And it ******ing needs more trolls like you." He papped her nose, making Vielli giggle. "Trolls here going off the ******ing path all over the ******ing place. We could use a little guide like yourself to ******ing keep that corruption away." Vielli lite up. She didn't know what this was, but someone wanted her help, and her lanterns.
"I want to help!" Vielli spoke up before the teen could get much farther.
The Juggalo's face cracked into a large smile. He bowed and said; "Welcome to the Cult of the Mirthful Messiahs little Juggalo."
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2015 9:51 am
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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