The Ringmaster

There was an allure to The Cirque De La Lune that few mortals could resist. When the unusual circus appeared in the woods overnight, the local villagers could not help but flock to the mysterious black and purple tents, hoping to find some entertainment to distract them from their dreary lives In the cold winter fields.

This of course was exactly what Cadogan was hoping for, each soul that sat within the audience of the gloomy big top was another delicacy for him and his merry band of devils.

He was a crafty and cunning creature, and unfortunately you were one of the poor souls bound to serve him in this accursed circus. At his beck and call you were to perform on stage for the masses, using the glitz and glamour of the carnival to lure them into his claws as an easy meal.

On this night Cadogan strolled into your tent without permission and loomed over you while you applied your stage makeup. He watched you carefully while a smirk grew on his face, revealing a row of razor sharp teeth that glinted in the candle light.

"Such a sour face my little beast, are you not looking forward to your performance tonight? It's almost time...the stage calls."