Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

The massive city of the capitol was a, gleaming display of wealth and style. Each of the towering buildings was a feat all it's own, many the size of the other cities respective castles that acted as their seats of power. There were five districts, each augmented to reflect their respective color. Beneath the city was a large hub that represented the mechanists and Artificers of Vertigo, the flying, colorless city. In the center of the city was the Grand Palace, which was a golden combination of power, grace, technological ingenuity, creativity and obviously built to last. Wynn was of course arriving at the train station of the White District, that matched the white-washed towers and strong, secure buildings of her homeland. The nation was large and spanned almost every type of terrain. -------------------------------------------------- At least half the populace of the city of Brand had gathered around the small, raised plateau. The large crowd roared impatiently, demanding to see what they had come for. They would not be disappointed. Looking to the west they saw something like a comet or shooting star flying across the sky. It was too slow to be that though, and soon they saw it turn around, and fly overhead again. Catching on the crowd screamed with excitement, many jumping and jostling roughly. There were no invitations or tickets or seats. Those who wished to watch simply showed up. There was never a program or any kind of knowledge before hand of what was going to happen, but like clockwork, every month he appeared and gave a show. The comet continued to whizz around the sky, and circling the stone stage before finally hovering above it, flying up until it was a speck like a star, and then in an instant he slammed down onto the small plateau, dust and smoke flying out across the crowd and smoke obscuring the stage. Suddenly, Vuren Van Vlatten - The Jester of Brand - The Pyromancer revealed him self, breathing fire and throwing waves of hot flame across the heads of the audience. The people went mad, screaming profanities and praising their Jester. He raised his hands to the air, his eyes glowing with fire and he let loose twin jets of fire that snaked into the shape of the town's insignia, a flying drake. The crowd was nothing short of a riot at this point, clamoring their praise as he then circled the collection of people there with a thirty foot wall of fire and began causing loud explosions overhead, giant bangs of different colors, all large and very loud. The fire around the crowd began to close in, and then suddenly very quickly washed over toward the center, engulfing Vuren in a column of fire that then shot up into the air, and left on the rock was a steaming pile of ashe with a flaming skull on top. The crowd continued to cheer for another five minutes, then dispersed. Vuren had returned to his home with a woman on his arm, she was hanging off him, kissing his neck and the side of his head, licking his earring playfully. He had her strip down and lean over the bed. As he plunged in and out of her from behind he read the invitation he got every year, as it had been left on his nightstand. He set the letter on fire by licking it and smiled. He went every year, and this would be no exception. This time he wasn't the newbie. -------------------------------------------------- Well well well, The White Mage herself! Vuren jumped down from the fence he was sitting on, waiting for her. He sauntered up to her and stood extremely close, looking her up and down. He gave a welcome smile, So, this your first time in the capitol? He asked, noting her confused expression and how she moved about. She looked very out of her element, despite how homely this district ought to feel to her, I am The Pyromancer, Vuren. I am the Red Jester from Brand. He then gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, I will be your guide around town.