Rolling Words 18: Of Magic and Women
I have some of Rory’s story cubes, and I thought as a great way to get into more writing, I’d try and roll and post everyday.
The following was achieved through rolling one dice at a time and, typing
before rolling the next, until all 9 have been used.
1.
Magic day; the day all is lost and won again.
Or was anyway- if you spend enough time drifting through the largely empty streets and forlorn (if smiling) celebrants, you can get a sene of history amongst the tan wan light.
Flimsy trinkets, aids to tricks and parlour rejects are the most common site…but their are faded posters on forgotten walls, telling of the great show, the great adventure which past so long ago…
With a sastisfying gasp from the crowd, Figuer the Best ignited the key he held far above his head, and it disappeard with a ghastly Green light that painted the excited crowds. They were his.
As the clock ticked ever closer, his naked Assistant writhed in the clear glass case, expertedly imploring the crowd to rescue her, to free her, with every perfect muscle and skin taunt in an apparent helplessness.
The trick was a farily simple one; daggers below, acid threateningly above and spikes all around- one of the glass panels were fixed, and left a gap for her to easily escape from, once the time ran out. Mirrors, naked flesh and Figuer’s theatrics did the rest.
At the crescendo, the glass collapsed and death seemed imminent, but as the crowd surged to it’s feet in ecstatic horror and the Magician looked on in supposed shock, the Assistant was already away, high above the crowd and striking a pose to be worshipped by the many below. It was then the Tree-Man came for her.
Since her birth Adane had prepared for this mission- to strike at the heart of the madness which was her homeland. Magician-Assasins had once been highly regarded but that was long ago. They had been forgotten by those in power and so had chosen a slower path to growth and glory, but a sure one. It had been decied by her elders that she would be the one to usher them back into greatness.
The Tree-Man was an ancient being, devoid of love or hope, and who sort only to maintain the silence. Nothing made sense to him anymore, and his imprisonment here at the gates of The Estate had driven him to a certain sort of madness. Adane’s presence did not agree with him at all.
He felt the truth of her magic, and with a fury launched into the sky in persuit of this irritant.
The crowds gasped and cowered as the ghast came to life, his tendrils reaching up to enfold the suddenly revealed Adane, the shadows cast eerily upon her pale form.
Figuer was very pleased with how teh show was going, and grinned deeply.
