Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181011112613/@comment-7262318-20181016230611

Xavier just continued looking down, ashamed of his weakness.

"Urgh!... you, you know what!" Knightmare hissed. Back to black the world went, and the entire group felt themselves jerked around by this new change. They were shoved down into seats, by unseen forces, and compelled to remain stuck sitting on something. Hard, rough, cold. Probably a concrete bench of sorts.

Everyone was lined up, all except Suba. When the world came back into view, the group was in a crowd with numerous other faces of numerous other races. Suba, on the other hand, was stuck in a cage, in the center of some auditorium. In front of the cage, was a very portly Breton man, greasy moustache, greasy hair, and a very ugly mug.

"Let's see how you like it when it's your own personal Oblivion, Stoat!" Knightmare hissed.

"Ladies and gentleman!" The portly breton called out, his jowls flapping after the sudden movement. "Cirque Fantasia proudly presents to its audience, the most amazing, most inhuman feat of flexibility and muscular control, the likes of which you have never seen before! I give you, Subailte!"

The audience cheered and roared, shaking her poor cage.

"Oooh... looks like her mouth finally caught up to her," Goriyn whispered to Varun.