If you ever saw something that you were sure you imagined or heard a sound that no one else did - then you know what it's like to attend a show starring the Novaks.
"A magical act so spectacular, it had to be real."
An oh so common statement after...
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When a sorcerer passed away, the funeral and following reception were quite unique. In the days of yore, when all the ancient sorcerer tribes would travel in a circus or fair of some sort, a sorcerer that had passed away would be buried under the fairgrounds. The following day, the reception would take place right amongst all the other attendees. And this is exactly why Josef and June were wandering through the Perrysburg City Fairgrounds in the middle of the night. This was a small, year-round fair, but a significant one to Grandpa Novak. His very first magic show took place at this fair many years earlier. The show was titled 'Vladimir Novak, The Boy Magician.'
Josef swung his head back and forth as he and June passed by various rides. His mind flooded with memories of his father with each step. "I remember when I was just a boy, your grandpa took me here. He promised to introduce me to one of the Sovereigns of Sorcery. I was so excited. The highest ranked sorcerers in all the tribes. I thought long and hard about what I would ask them. I figured I'd come up with something in the moment. Finally, your grandpa introduced me to a woman. She looked like the real deal. After two minutes of a very strange conversation, your grandpa was nearly pissing himself as he fell to the ground with laughter. I wasn't talking to one of the sovereigns. I wasn't even talking to a living person. He introduced me to a fortune teller machine."
"That sounds like grandpa," June replied as she chuckled. "The sovereigns will be there tomorrow for the celebration, right?"
"Oh yes. All the tribes. Their chiefs. And the Sovereigns of Sorcery themselves. All three of them. Your grandpa was a very respected man amongst the tribes. Beloved. We need to find the perfect spot to bury him. Somewhere he'd get a kick out of."
"Finding the perfect spot to bury grandpa isn't how we honor him. He deserves vengeance," June said.
"June, your grandpa doesn't want his granddaughter out seeking revenge on his behalf."
"Fine then, that is what I want. I want revenge."
"On who?" Josef emphatically stomped his foot on the ground. "I know you're upset, June, but violence won't make things right."
"They. The Badge. Whatever their name is. They chased me down in a field. Killed my friend Meatball. And now they killed my grandpa. And for what?" June asked.
"How are you going to get revenge?" Josef piped back. "We don't know where to find this organization. They are a mystery for a reason. We run from they, not go looking for them."
"Then The Chain. The woman I told you about. Cherry. She was the only one who knew the caped man was a ghoul king. She told him and that's why he wasn't at the Millstreet Bar. What else did she tell them? Huh? I'd like to rip that ponytail right out of her head!"
"You can't go after The Chain or the members. The Chain is our ally. The tribes would never allow that. The sovereigns would have a fit! The tribes depend on The Chain's assistance."
