#grands world

[highgrand]

OOC;

Grand is the former GHB of his timeline. He served the Condesce happily for hundreds of sweeps until she met her demise and Feferi took the throne.

Feferi started out trying to make reform, but has adopted her own form of tyranny. She outlawed clown faith and Carnivals. The once thriving Carnivals now sit silent and have been reduced to nothing more that refuges for the faithful. Purplebloods are quickly becoming extinct as Feferi punishes with a heavy hand. Any clown caught outside the rufuges wearing paint or any other symbol of faith are immediately executed. Drones patrol the Carnival refuges to report any signs of worship or tribute.

Feferi has a granted her Imperial Guard full right to be executioners. Clowns receive no imprisonment or trial. The Imperial Guard decides their fate if they step out of line, and there power in this matter is absolute.

Grand has a rather large Carnival of course. The once beautiful tents full of the screams of lowblood tributes being culled and the sounds of prayer have become nothing more that hives. The faithful gather here to seek refuge from Feferi and her Imperial Guard. Purplebloods are no longer considered to be highbloods. They are now nothing more than outcasts.

[highgrand]

Grand ----> Oversee Corpse Party

Perhaps the word "party" does not fit. While you speak the Words of Passing, the quads of the dead trolls prepare the four bodies for cremation. Their bodies are bared and rubbed with ceremonial oils, then painted carefully. Their hair is combed smooth and their horns painted white. It is a solemn affair, wrought with sadness.

The number of clowns in your flock dwindles yet again. The only new law these four had disobeyed was being outside the carnival refuge in face paint. The were hunting Brahmin to feed the flock. The six legged four horned beasts are large and just a few of them would have fed your flock of 45 for weeks. Now, your flock is down to 41. 32 adults and 9 wigglers.

Instead of returning with meat, the drones dropped their bodies at the entrance of the carnival. Each one bore the burn marks of the laser weaponry used by the Imperial Guard. When you met them at the entrance, eyes glowing with rage, the indigo trolls had sneered fearlessly at you and again reminded you of the laws Her Luminous Absolution has put into effect.

No purpleblood is to be outside the carnival wearing paint or any other symbol of Juggalo faith. The punishment is death.

The trolls Matesprites carry their bodies, following you to the pyre. They are laid on wooden platforms, then the flock lays offerings to the Messiahs around them to ensure their souls safe travel.

Finally, your hands alight with your mild pyrokinetic power and you speak as you set them ablaze.

"FALLEN BRETHREN, ENJOY THE FINAL SHOW! WE FAITHFUL BE JOININ YA WHEN THE MESSIAHS BE WILLIN IT."

Your voice cracks slightly on the last word, but nobody seems to notice. The flames make your paint glow as your flock stirs the night with drumbeats and sacred herb.

You stand quietly in your robes, watching the bodies burn.