Part 1: Cake: my heroic journey and epic escape from the clutches of doom

I had just returned from the mystic land of Dragon*con when I was first offered the invitation. The musical fellowship of Cake was requesting audience in the nearby Park of White River State. I had eagerly accepted this invitation as I have often been told of their great works, and had borne witness to a variety of their more popular pieces. Fast following my acceptance of the invitation, I had begun the time of planning for the travelling of this short journey.

All seemed well until my beloved cousin mentioned that he had heard news of Cake's decision to instead hold the event in another land. This seemed preposterous as it was nearly time for my departure. My feathers had been ruffled in my realization that this news held true, and Cake would indeed be presenting their fine arts in the distant land of Klipsch. 

My cousin and I decided to band together along with his new and former housemates and a white mage to ensure our safe travel to the distant land. The road to which was long and littered with many other weary travelers' homeward bound quests, which would prove to make our adventure quite perilous indeed. 

Whilst on the road we told many tales, and pondered on the reasonings why the fellowship of Cake had made this last minute decision to change our destination. Could it be that this was all a ruse to confuse the enjoyers of Cake? Was this some dastardly ploy? Was the Cake a lie? Perhaps the evil anti-Cake, the Chocolate Cake, was just out to make our merriments full of despair. They would be sure to sing quite the opposite of the songs that we had grown to know well. We felt insistent that at our journey's end we should find not our beloved bardic fellowship, but instead a baked good with yet a single candle and the signature face of a troll. 

With ominous clouds billowing overhead we reached the modest Castle of Klipsch wherein presided many a meadery, pubs, and outlets for clothing goods. In the midst, stood the Grand Theatre of Klipsch. To enter into the town we were one by one subjugated to a mild search of our persons. Guards carefully checked our pockets and purses for any means or gadgets by which villains might cause harm to their otherwise law abiding patrons and guests. 

Once inside our party made way to the theatre where we were to choose our seating arrangements for the remainder of the night. Every seat was quite good. We were pleased that on the stage we saw no sign of baked goods. Many of our fears had melted away when we were reassured that the fellowship of Cake were in the vicinity and would be performing that night. 

I for one, was delighted to find out that not only were we to experience the arts of Cake, but we were also about to witness the foreign oddities of Wombat, a bardic band from the other side of the world hailing from Liverpool, and named for the exotic creature presiding in lands down under. Liverpooleans must be strange indeed as I am convinced that The Wombats are actually marsupialous wombats who are dressed as human men dressed in women's skinny pants. 

Alas, the Wombats proved to be evil wizards. Their enchanting tunes brought forth the storm of all storms. The ominous clouds from before turned the skies as black as night and rolled over blocking the sun from horizon to horizon. The cold hateful winds blew away the castle flags and leaves of trees into the theatre and onto every patron. Thunder and lightning threatened us from every direction. The local towns folk hurried to cover their most valuable structures and items from the impending rains.

Tears fell from the heavens in a monsoonious downpour. The sound of the drops from the clouds could be likened to that of dark soldiers marching into the castle. The lightning was a mighty fire breathing dragon. Fellow travelers scattered for their individual camps just outside the castle walls as others took cover under the faulty shelter provided by the theatre. The air grew colder and the rain dampened my garments. I put my thoughts to warmer days as I shivered under the pavilion. I should have thought to bring my overcoat. Then suddenly, the lights went out. 

End Part 1
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