Sunshine brushes the dirt off her robes and smooths them out for the performance. The bartender had been kind enough to allow her to perform inside, provided that should she earn enough copper, she would purchase a room and a meal from him in return for allowing her the stage typically reserved for gypsies spinning tales. While she had enough for a room anyways, she preferred to earn her keep, which meant making use of her talents. After leaving her last group of adventurers, times had been tough for a lone mage. Exposing her talents was always risky, but doing small demonstrations of illusions for entertainment is probably safe. Most fledgling mages, even the ones new to their towers, could spin illusions, though few could manage to master both sound and image simultaneously. Her talents were admitably a bit beyond them, but few others aside from fellow adventurers would probably recognize it. As far as she was concerned, it was just a way to make a few copper.

Taking five pages of paper out of her backpack, Sunshine spreads them out a couple of feet apart each on the floor in a semi-circle in front of her. Fluffing her robe out behind her so that she could have easy access to the fleece that she kept lined in it, she grabbed several small puffs of the fleece in her left hand and placed a single one in her right hand. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she goes over the routine in her head in a slow, methodical fashion so that she could make sure that nothing went wrong with it. A night with a roof over her head and a warm meal in her stomach depended on it. After a final deep breath, she opens her eyes and scans the bar. A few mothers with children were there, they always came where she was performing for some early evening entertainment. Even though they always came, and often bought ales from the inn, they rarely tipped her more than a copper each, which was not nearly enough for a room for a single night. A few others were in the inn's bar, several locals, even more local drunks who would often try and but a room for her later so they could share it (and she never accepted), and a few new faces who seemed like they might be adventurers passing through the town looking for a night's rest themselves before moving away. Her heart ached for life on the road again and the comradery that accompanied it.

"Ladies and gentle men," Sunshine began, addressing the crowd. "Thank you all so much for coming out tonight. I hope you enjoy the show." Clearing her throat, she began and cast a Minor Illusion. A slow drum beat began to sound through the inn, and small waves of color began to emanate from the pieces of paper scattered on the floor. As the beat grows, she begins to sing with the music and wave her arms in a motion reminiscent of an orchestral conductor:



We are what we're supposed to be
Illusions of your fantasy
All dots and lines that speak and say
(small figures of adventurers she used to travel with begin to rise out of the blank papers and rise to be about three and a half feet tall, using faces of past friends was easier than trying to manifest new ones)
What we do is what you wish to do
(the figures sing that line along with Sunshine, though stay where they had risen from the papers)

We are the color symphony
We do the things you wanna see
Page by page, to the extreme
(more streams of colors emanate behind the figures, growing slightly brighter and brighter until their glow lights the stage with her)

Our friends are so unreasonable
They do the unpredictable
(the risen figures begin to dance around the stage in time with the music)
All dots and lines that speak and say
What we do is what you wish to do
(the figures slow their motions to sing in a chorus with Sunshine once again, but they do stay fairly animated)

It's all an orchestra of strings
Doin' unbelievable things
(changing her motions for a conductor breifly to a puppeteer as she directs the figures around the stage)
Page by page, to the extreme
One by one, we're makin' it fun
(resuming her conductor motions, she signals the figures to begin the chorus all together)

We are the Pictoglyph Heroes - oh-oh-oh
We are the ones who're gonna last forever
We came out of a crazy mind - oh-oh-oh
(Sunshine puts her hands up to each side of her head and as she pulls them away streams of bright, flowing colors spill out and become wisps of brightly colored smoke as they reach the floor)
And walked out on a piece of paper
(the figures march around the stage while singing and end on each of their pieces of paper)

Here comes a spider-man, arachnophobian
Welcome to the pic-town party
(a smaller figure walks out of the pages, half-man and half spider, only to get scared at his own reflection in a mirror and dissappear)
Here comes a super-man, from never-neverland
Welcome to the pic-town party
(a heroic looking figure comes out of another piece of paper and flies off and becomes a wisp of smoke as he nears the edge of the illusion's range)

We learned to run at speed of light
(the figures speed around the stage, becoming little more than blurs before leaping in the air)
And to fall down from any height
(each figure in the air crashes down hard but remain standing once they hit)
It's true, but just remember that
What we do is what you just can't do
(shaking off the fall, the figures sing in time with Sunshine once again)

And all the worlds of craziness
A bunch of stars that's chasing us
Page by page, to the extreme
One by one, we're makin' it fun
(stars zoom around the figures and chase them around)

We are the Pictoglyph Heroes - oh-oh-oh
We are the ones who're gonna last forever
We came out of a crazy mind - oh-oh-oh
(Sunshine puts her hands up to each side of her head and as she pulls them away streams of bright, flowing colors spill out and become wisps of brightly colored smoke as they reach the floor)
And walked out on a piece of paper
(the figures march around the stage while singing and end on each of their pieces of paper)

Here comes a spider-man, arachnophobian
Welcome to the pic-town party
(a smaller figure walks out of the pages, half-man and half spider, only to get scared at his own reflection in a mirror and dissappear)
Here comes a super-man, from never-neverland
Welcome to the pic-town party
(a heroic looking figure comes out of another piece of paper and flies off and becomes a wisp of smoke as he nears the edge of the illusion's range)

You think we're so mysterious
(extra wisps of smoke attempt to obscure the figures and Sunshine)
Don't take us all too serious
(each of them make a silly face at the audience)
Be original, and remember that
What we do is what you just can't do
(the figures turn and begin seem to address the crowd)

What we do is what you just can't do
What we do is what you just can't do
What we do is what you just can't do
What we do is what you just can't do
(the figures dance in time with each other, mirroring Sunshine's movements perfectly)

We are the Pictoglyph Heroes - oh-oh-oh
We are the ones who're gonna last forever
We came out of a crazy mind - oh-oh-oh
(Sunshine puts her hands up to each side of her head and as she pulls them away streams of bright, flowing colors spill out and become wisps of brightly colored smoke as they reach the floor)
And walked out on a piece of paper
(the figures march around the stage while singing and end on each of their pieces of paper)

There's still more to come
And everyone will be
Welcomed at the
Pic - Pic
Town - Town
Party
(the figures dance enthusiastically as the song ends and large bursts of colors in the style of small fireworks erupt all around them for the finale)



Sunshine finishes the song and waves her hands across in front of her and releases the illusions, leaving only the pages of paper in front of her and takes a low and overly dramatic bow. With any luck, that would earn her a night's rest.

Wealth die:
HPs- 8 + 2d8 (min 5), no con mod:
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