Who danced between the stars
They have stripped him of his manhood
Signs of Venus and of Mars
The cynics left him weeping
And the jackals left him torn
And the jester reaches out bind hands
He can touch the stars no more.
(The Great Sun Jester, Blue Öyster Cult)
The Fireclown
Dedicated to my friend G. I miss your laughter and your cutting words every day.
The Fireclown laugh in the face of the masked judges who sit silently in the auditoriums. Their smile is too powerful, their blade too quick and their words cut too deep for him to fear them. There are few authorities that can touch the Fireclown. They blind and elude, leaving a hard hot laughter behind to shame those that would use power to oppress or demean. The Fireclown speaks cunning anger to power, and makes fun of the powerful. Yet, unseen to the eyes of those that follow, the words rebound into their own body. Slowly the Fireclown bleeds out, but for one last death of a tyrant.
Possessions
Sun Jester Hat, sparkling with mirrors and golden bellsA Balisong knife
A pad of sheets containing the latest lambast of the unfairness of life
Advanced Skills
2 Spell - Babble
3 Spell - Flash
2 Knife fighting
2 Secret signs - clowns
1 Acrobatics
1 Stealth
(Thanks to Blue Öyster Cult and apologies to Michael Moorcock)