A strange travelling troupe visited our lands yesterday. They set up their extravaganza near the south gate of Luna and began handing out clothing of such gaudy and nauseating appearance that one had to wear something mundane to be able to stand out in the crowd…

 

 

They said it was the sixteenth anniversary of their company, and in commemoration were running events and competitions with astounding prizes, including offering to build a castle in Malas for one lucky winner…

 

 

Some of the fellowship bore extraordinary weapons which have never been seen in these lands before…

 

 

The finale was a magic show performed by a drunken and inept conjurer known as Heckles…

 

 

But the crowd should not have jeered or complained, because the magician’s assistant began slaying the throng merely by pointing at them and invoking a single word of power…

 

 

I was knocked unconscious, and when I eventually awoke, the carnival had vanished without so much as a trace…

 

 

But I suppose we should all wish them well, and hope that we will see them back for their seventeenth…