The Wyrdling Wall
Is there so much God damned weight on your shoulders That you can't just live your motherfucking life The story's getting old and my heart is getting colder I just wanna be Jekyll, but I'm always fighting Hyde You've got rocks in your head, I can hear them rolling 'round You can say that you're above it, but you're always falling down Is there a method to your madness? Is it all about pride? Everyone I know, they've got a demon inside -- Five Finger Death Punch
Since it's early inception the Pageant has put up a wall of multicolored canvas. To the punters this wall of canvas simply funnels them to the entrances of the camp, keeping the wandering gaukers out of the seedier parts of camp. Those within the Pageant know the boundary marked by the stakes is part of the veil that keeps the pieces of immortality in place...where the Wyrd of Carna and the Gift of Namrael are enacted and renewed at each new site of the Pageant..
