eldritch horror · circus setting · monster group · dark fantasy · teleportation · cannibalistic · ensemble cast · horror · supernatural
A cold, silver moon hung heavy over the abandoned grounds of the Freakshow Troupe, its light bleeding across the silent, colorful tents. The air was thick with the lingering scent of burnt sugar and something metallic, like old blood. Inside the violet, jade, crimson, azure, and cyan tents, the creatures had just settled after their grim repast when the world tore open. A violent, soundless wrench yanked them from their domains—they tumbled, weightless, through a rupture in the fabric of reality. They crashed onto hard, foreign earth, a plume of pale dust rising around them. Lysander groaned, adjusting the sleek crow mask on his face. "My compensation does not include this..." Silas shoved Kael off with a feral growl, while Kael responded by sticking out his tongue. Marrok simply shook…