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BLUE MOON FESTIVAL!


In the grand kingdom of Cerebvaul, once every few moons, the people gather in jubilant celebration for the Great Moon Festival, a night dedicated to honoring their revered king from long ago. It is a time of splendor, where the air hums with music, laughter, and the scent of spiced delicacies.

The world beyond the kingdom, however, tells a different story. Humans reign supreme, ruling vast stretches of land, while mythical creatures, once believed to roam freely, have become little more than whispered legends. Those who are discovered rarely meet kind fates. Many are captured, displayed as curiosities, or worse, vanish into the shadows of human greed.

Tonight is no different.

The streets of Cerebvaul shimmer under the cold, silvery glow of the moon, the festival lanterns casting a golden warmth against the darkness. Vibrant flowers, their petals rich with color, drape over railings and doorways, giving the town an almost ethereal beauty, a fleeting magic in a place otherwise built by men.

Food vendors line the streets, their stalls brimming with roasted meats, sweet pastries, and bubbling spiced wines. Merchants call out to the crowds, eager to sell their wares, rare trinkets, handwoven fabrics, and glittering jewelry meant to catch the eyes of passing festival-goers. Travelers and townsfolk alike bustle through the lively thoroughfares, their excitement palpable.

Among the most anticipated visitors of the festival is the Blue Moon Circus, a troupe famed for showcasing the strange and the mythical. Their arrival is met with awe and unease alike, for they bring with them the rarest of sights, creatures thought lost to time, wonders trapped within gilded cages.

No ticket are required to witness the spectacle, the promise of the extraordinary is enough to draw in the curious and the bold. There is plenty to see, plenty to buy, and for some… perhaps plenty to fear.



Tents and nets align the forest edges by the town. Trinkets of unusual designs rest on tables. Some even hang from above. Some with price tags and others more rare just for show. Fires lit along the paths. While venders from the Circus go about their usual routs to prepare for tonight's display.

A few sit idly by playing songs on their lutes. Some even on harps. The music bringing in such an atmosphere of wonder and even hints of danger.

With how the night was playing out, everything was ready and set to go. People funneled in quite quickly from the town.
There was no short of eyes lurking on some of the smaller entertainments provided for tonight. A woman dancing before the crowed her hole body on fire, or was she the fire? Her overseer watched from afar as people looked in awe at her fluid movements. Her grace lighting the every bit of darkness.

At another side, a man sits above a lamp. His arms crossed and his skin a blueish hue. He seems grumpy but his voice boomingly expressive says otherwise. He talks with one guest at a time, he is a genie, and granting wishes is clearly what he's here to do.
But not at a free price, and it seems he only humors the rich.

Then there's a tiny girl and talks with animals. She doesn't seem mythical in the slightest. She seemly looks human, and might likely be human. She allows people to pick the animals in the various cages to speak with and ask them questions. Some guests even bring their own for her to speak to. She seems to have quite the viewing with customers that have returned to her allot to talk with their animals.

But closer to the large stage setup rests a heavy set of chains. They follow the ground and reach up to collars and shackles that hold still a large white Stag. Their horns curve heavily. Between them a sigil in blue lit magic rests hovering over the animals head.
Their overseer of this entertainment is carefully stood nearby as well, eyeing the very beast.



Standing before the crowd in awe, a massively large white furred Stag. Adorning their neck is a bone decorated necklace with blue gems, one such resembling a tree. The stag tries to steer himself away from the hands that outreach for him. His snout muzzled to keep the beast from nipping at fingers that lurk his way. The name displayed on the sign just beside them is Nocthirn.
It describes the large stag as being a forest guardian.

Nocthirn seems steady enough that he's not completely thrashing and trying to hurt the humans, but his movements and snorts from his nostrils tells that he is not happy to be shackles and displayed. His red eyes bore into the very souls around him. Of course none seem to understand or care much. Those that pay get the chance to come up and touch his fur!

The chains rattle as he moves, but always locks him in place if he goes to far.

Nocthirn jerked violently against the chains, his powerful form straining against the cruel metal that bound him. His breath came in heavy, labored exhales, nostrils flaring as his sharp eyes locked onto Jude. For a fleeting moment, the struggle ceased. He stilled beneath the weight of that gaze. There it was, an unspoken connection. He could feel Jude’s wonder, the silent tremor of concern that wove itself into their thoughts. And then, a voice.

Not his own. Not Jude’s. But many. Soft, whispering, and pleading.
The voices of the spirits stirred seemingly all around, a gentle chorus of longing, each one desperate for Nocthirns freedom. Their cries echoed in Jude’s head alone, reaching out, seeking, yearning, yet no one else could hear them.

A visitor approached. A woman, drawn by the strange, untamed beauty of the beast before her. She reached out a tentative hand, eager to touch what should never have been held captive. Nocthirn recoiled. The sharp tug of his movement rattled the chains, but before he could pull away entirely, a metallic screech filled the air.

The overseer, ever watchful, cranked the shackles tighter. Cold iron bit deeper into his hide, forcing him still as the woman stepped closer. Her fingers brushed against his fur.

Then, in a sudden, violent surge, he ripped free!

The air cracked with the sound of breaking iron as one of the chains snapped clean off! A guttural cry tore from Nocthirn’s throat, a sound raw with desperation and defiance. His body twisted, hooves striking wildly, his horns catching the last of his bindings. With a fierce jerk of his head, the remaining chains coiled around his great antlers, and shattered.

The overseer paled.
Panic erupted like wildfire. He lunged, scrambling to seize the last remaining tether, but it was too late.

Standing now on his hind legs, Nocthirn lashed out, his front hooves slamming down to force the crowd back. Gasps and cries of alarm filled the tent as people stumbled over one another in their frantic attempt to flee. Yet despite the storm of movement, Nocthirn did not strike them. His rage was clear, his desperation undeniable, but his fury did not turn cruel.

His gaze flickered back to Jude.
And then, he took off. With a hefty leap right over the man!
The crowd erupted into pure panic. Spectators shoved past one another in their haste to escape, while staff, terrified and unprepared, scrambled to recapture their prized Guardian.

Nocthirn tore through the pathways, horns catching on banners and festival stalls, ripping them apart in his frenzied flight. Decorations collapsed, sending colorful fabric and wooden displays crashing into the dirt. Staff lunged with ropes and poles, but each attempt was met with swift defiance, his antlers swinging wildly, his hooves shattering whatever stood in his way.

Then a few men with special ropes ran towards Nocthirn.
One pushing Jude in their hurry to get to the wild beast.
Despite the attempt in the end, Nocthirn was unable to escape. The men that chased the white stag tossed out their ropes and swiftly they caught onto the stags horns, and a few on their legs. These magical ropes were able to pull the beast down.

Nocthirn was unable to run any further.
The crowed of frightened people watching in awe. While some mythical beings of the circus seemingly looked down in sadness, or some couldn't watch at all.