Castaras
2007-06-02, 08:54 AM
Deep within the depths of the slums, a small stage has been erected by a group of small, strange green men, no higher than an average man’s waist. Their faces are small and pointed, almost insectlike. Long, thin, spidery arms hang down to their feet, dragged along the ground much like an ape’s. Their short, thick hairy legs propell them along the ground in short, fast, atheletic spurts, from quick, excited pattering, to fearful sprinting.
The stage itself is small, wooden, and rain soaked. One of the green men clicks a swollen finger, the pouring rain being deflected by an invisible shield. Passerbys watch, curious, running when the green men turn towards them. Strange lights appear around the stage, illuminating it in a soft, warm glow. A warm, kindly glow that some how sends a chill down people’s spines.
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The green men jump off the stage, the tools they were using fading into thin air. Hearing soft footsteps behind them, they turn and grin.
A tall, dark stranger, shrouded in a black fur cloak stands watching, two green men staggering with heavy wooden boxes behind him.
M’lord…where do you want the boxes to go?
Take them to the house that we’ve rented.
As you wish, m’lord.
The green men stagger off towards one of the houses next to the stage, and the stranger smiles from the depths of the shadows surrounding his face, before heading down towards the house, where the green men with the luggage are holding the door open for him. The green men who were at work on the stage leap after him, chattering amongst themselves.
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It is now the next morning. A neutral crowd has gathered below the stage, seeing the green men sitting on the edge of the stage, summoning curtains and poles round the stage, shrouding it in a strange sense of mystery. The green men finish with the stage and jump off the stage, running over to the house. They disappear through one of the doors, into the house where only darkness can be seen. The stage goes silent, and the crowd mutters and waits for something to happen.
The stage itself is small, wooden, and rain soaked. One of the green men clicks a swollen finger, the pouring rain being deflected by an invisible shield. Passerbys watch, curious, running when the green men turn towards them. Strange lights appear around the stage, illuminating it in a soft, warm glow. A warm, kindly glow that some how sends a chill down people’s spines.
****
The green men jump off the stage, the tools they were using fading into thin air. Hearing soft footsteps behind them, they turn and grin.
A tall, dark stranger, shrouded in a black fur cloak stands watching, two green men staggering with heavy wooden boxes behind him.
M’lord…where do you want the boxes to go?
Take them to the house that we’ve rented.
As you wish, m’lord.
The green men stagger off towards one of the houses next to the stage, and the stranger smiles from the depths of the shadows surrounding his face, before heading down towards the house, where the green men with the luggage are holding the door open for him. The green men who were at work on the stage leap after him, chattering amongst themselves.
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It is now the next morning. A neutral crowd has gathered below the stage, seeing the green men sitting on the edge of the stage, summoning curtains and poles round the stage, shrouding it in a strange sense of mystery. The green men finish with the stage and jump off the stage, running over to the house. They disappear through one of the doors, into the house where only darkness can be seen. The stage goes silent, and the crowd mutters and waits for something to happen.