Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-7262318-20191025010653

And Now… The Adventures of Delusul and Haskill: The Puppet Show

Directed, Produced, and Performed by: Deebee the Pie-Eater

“Hey, kids!” the puppet version of Delusul wandered out onto the stage, a well-crafted wooden figure that accentuated the more defined parts of Delusul, such as his pointed beard and large eyebrows. The stage itself was a very lifelike recreation of Delusul’s laboratory, details painfully painted onto a wooden board.

“Today, we’re going to talk about the mind! It’s a very fragile thing!” Puppet-Delusul declared. “Did you know, that exposed to multiple terrifying and traumatizing memories, it can snap like a twig? ‘How?”, you may ask. Well if you’re truly interested you may read my new book, ‘Essence of the Mind’, where I talk about all that and more! Available for purchase from the nearest book peddler or traveling lunatic!”

As he was promoting his novel, a second puppet appeared. This puppet, however, was nothing more than a paper plate glued to a stick. A frowny face was drawn on with purple crayon, and some string was attached to its head to represent hair.

“Why, if it isn’t my good friend, Haskill! Say hi to Haskill, kids!” Puppet-Delusul exclaimed, his wooden arms and legs flailing around.

Puppet-Haskill spoke, but not in a translatable language. It spoke in a series of mumbles and grunts, like the sound one would make when imitating a dog

“What’s that? Shrava has been sighted in Eleswyr?!”

Puppet-Haskill mumbled and grunted.

“And she’s traveling with a group of strangers again on a boat to Summerset?!”

Puppet-Haskill mumbled and grunted.

“And she’s still a fireball of rage coming to consume us all!?”

The Puppet-Haskill nodded.

“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Whatever shall we do, Haskill?” Puppet-Delusul rubbed his wooden chin.

“… Aha! Sretnuh!” Puppet-Delusul suddenly shouted.

Just then, a third puppet appeared. An apple was recklessly jammed onto a steel dagger, and wrapped up tightly in strings. Two black eyes had been drawn on with an open mouth. It resembled something of a ghost.

“Oh, hello, my master!” Puppet-Sretnuh cried. “I… I mean, we… we were just worshipping you because I… because we love you!”

“Oh you’re too kind, Sretnuh!” Puppet-Delusul exclaimed. “But, we have more important things! We have found Shrava!”

“Oh no!”

“Oh yes!” Delusul said. “You must go kill her! And her friends! Take all of their souls! And their heads, too!”

“Oh yes, sir Delusul! I-We! We. will definitely take care of her and take the soul for my… our, it is our gem!” Puppet Sretnuh went on.

“Very good!” Delusul said. “Now, throw Haskill around!”

“Oh yes, oh wise and smart and awesome Delusul!” Puppet-Sretnuh gave a short nod, and Puppet-Haskill was relentlessly bashed against the wooden stage, rattling the entire structure and causing the background to move. Eventually, the stick was split in half, and the paper plate fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

“Delightful!” Puppet-Delusul cried. “See you soon, kids! And remember, brush your teeth before bed and pray to your divines, or ol’ Sretnuh will get’cha... and you really don't want that!”

The End.