GMing in the Theatre of the Mind
The Carnival of Lights moved down the main street of Abylona, wending its way from the Shambles all the way down to the Catedral Enfant. A sea of torches like stars flowing downstream accompanied the jesters and jugglers and fools. In amongst them with concentrated faces were the Illusionists who, in time with the music and to much cheering from the crowd, raised wand and stave and grimoire and forth from them sprang etched figures of dancing light. Dogs and cats and men, knights and princesses in tall towers and beasts most fanciful. Those who had ranged further on their tall schooners called out at the sight of baleful red Tigron from the jungles, of Naga and monsters even they could not name, that danced wickedly before more noble lights cut them down to much applause and raised voice. A smile crept across the face of the Smoke Mage, sat high on the basilica of the Catedral Enfant. He set down his eye glass on the cloth spread beside him and brought the lantern close. With ...