Welcome to a new world of Mr. Faire’s Children of the Night Carnival! You can expect more for this place and the character within. I really hope you all enjoy it.
It appeared one night, seeming to just rise as the sunset. The high peaks and arches of the big top filled the horizon, and the lights of the ferris wheel made it look as if the sun had set it all on fire. Come morning, everyone was abuzz talking about the mysterious carnival that had appeared.
Flyers had been posted in the dead of night, and people were collecting them like they were treasure. You were lucky enough to snatch one before they were all gone. It was printed on black paper with vivid red ink, it was actually quite beautiful. It was advertised Mr. Faire’s Children of the Night Carnival. It advertised live shows, games, and everything you would want to ever see.
“Sounds grotesque,” you heard one woman say while you were working. “Perverted.”
A story of coffee, monsters, and…romance? When financial problems drive Amber to move to a rural home in the woods, she finds herself a little more secluded, yet a little less alone than expected.
Let me tell you the story of – a human and their demon lover
(A few pages about my OCs, the exorcist and ‘Dr. Vapela Saleos’! The demon is the founder of a modern exorcist agency, and the human is one of the exorcist contractors.)
Soooo, since I didn’t get around writing more of Gann and Evelyn, I’ll just post what I already have. It’s not very long but it’s something, and I don’t want to keep you precious poeple waiting 😘 It’s still SFW for now.
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Gann looked behind him at the elder’s question and his eyes met
Evelyn’s. She wondered that they spoke the common language instead
of orcish.
“She served lord Archer, but I didn’t like the conditions she
was living in. They didn’t treat her right.” he said,
straightening his back.
The old woman eyed him for a second, and then stood up,
approaching him. She was only a little smaller than Gann, and at
least a head taller than Evelyn. She patted his shoulder and passed
him, stepping in front of Evelyn. Her nostrils flared for a second as
she mustered the woman, and she nodded slowly.
“I see. Welcome to our stronghold.” she said, and Evelyn saw
something close to amusement in her eyes. Confused, she curtsied
before her.
“Thank you.” she managed to say.
After Gann led her out of the house, she followed him back to the
cart, where he gathered his belongings, and then through the village.
It turned out there were more races living there, not just orcs. She
saw an elvish woman, and at least a couple of dwarves. She wondered
what kind of stronghold it was. Not that she was an expert on orcish
communities but she still found it interesting.
Suddenly, Gann came to a stop in front of a house. It was a stone
cottage, set on a little hill, a bit further from the other houses,
with a wooden door and windows on the side.
“This is where I live.” he said. “And where you’d be
staying.” he looked back at her, and she tried not to look shocked.
She was to share this cottage with him?
The way he paraded in front of her in the manor, undressed, gave
her a hint that orcs might have different sense of propriety but she
wasn’t expecting this. She thought she might be put into a house
with other women, or whatever else.
Well, it was a little late to complain or protest, and she
certainly wasn’t in any position to make demands, so she just
swallowed and nodded.
Monsters and Villains 