Years would pass at the Williamson carnival of Wonderment and James would learn to do hundreds of magic tricks involving pictures, carpets and fabric.
James came to accept the fact that he actually did posses a magical tapestry and this delighted him to no end even if he didn’t know how it worked he knew that sometimes real magic could take place on stage if he performed the magic well enough with all of his skill art and soul in the performance. The people who would watch him would start to believe in the magic and that would make the shows even more incredible.
Each time James did a trick he would invoke the writing stitched into the tapestry. James would perform only the most grand illusions and he didn’t know how he did them half the time .
As he would sneak his way into a trap door he would find himself outside the tent. He found himself able say the name a small objects and produce an exact copy of it out of shadow. It would last for about ten minutes
While the magic show soared in popularity while the carnival struggled. James struggled to find another magician for his act. Regrettably. Nobody could stand to watch James leave the magic show at this point. He was a master magician at the start of thing, but now we was also some kind of science defying sorcerer.
The staff at the carnival took over as best they could to hold things together and carnival did ok, but while that happened the magic show it was the only thing that kept the carnival in the black.
Eventually the carnival grew more and more popular as old James was able to do ever grander illusions aided by actual science bending occult powers that were developing in his bones.
James could heal his own injuries in a matter seconds of even withstand lethal injuries that should kill most people did nothing to him.
Soon tiny spirits and objects could emerge from shadows place that he could see. The carnival became pretty much a glorifies magic show as the trick became more and more creepy. Eventually the carnival just focused on showing up for Halloween.
For his final performance James focused on using his magic to escape being chained in a pool of acid. His Halloween audience at this moment consisted of the very rich and the very carnal.
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James did not survive his last magic trick though instead he woke up in a thin gray skeletal body in Scotland during the time period where this magic tapestry was first made however in this reality the Scottish king of the tapestry had just died.
Disoriented old James watched as hordes of Norman soldiers poured into the room. His naked shaking body reached out to grab that long grand tapestry and through it around himself to cover up as best he could.
As James was traped multiple swords skewered him as he used his best magic to protect himself but with no luck he was slai again he reformed the tapestry into a set of his old ring master cloths. The cloths acted better than any set armor he had. Still they did not protect James at all.
James would wake up one more time while at the same castle but this time it was much different. The castle was made of blood red ruby’s and polished onyx cement. All the architecture angles were warped into acute and obtuse angles it looked like the walls and features shouldn’t stand on their own but they did.
The ring master costume James once wore was beautiful and elegant. Elegant than ever but now gold alchemical runes decorated it and on its back was a depiction of James as he once was strong handsome and dashing.
On his long abstractly shaped top hat had also a gold crown around it each with a well polished ruby. His ring masters cane was a long thin femur bone from some creature and this time when the Norman’s invaded his castle they were different each looked to be some kind of humanoid wolf but next surrounding James this time were the ghosts of many long dead druids just like the kind who made his tapestry.
As there were wolf’s stormed in they were each possessed but the ghosts and one by one the possessed were wolf’s would jump out of the windows.
After an insane battle that we can discuss another day James woke up to find himself in now a completely black ring master costume with his old handsome body. A group of young girls painted him with oil and canvas. Centuries had gone by. James had gone mad and devoted into one of the lesser dead because he refused to let his magic do permanent harm to anybody but he had been brought back from destructruction in a more hansom vampire like body while painted in blood above the fire place the portrait of a vastly twisted and decayed figure.
James had forgotten 300 years of arcane knowledge as an old world rich because he refused to sustain that old body of his so the vampires of the virtuoso nest came up with an idea they would build their great general a vampire undead body instead and then they would rebuild his rich phylactery as vampire relic.
As such it could be capable of absorbing ambient life energy from the world of thune itself and thus provide monstrous nutrition in more ethical way
However this upgrade came at a dire cost James was now a much weaker creature with about half his original memories and as far as knew he was running a carnival just yesterday.
