The Night Parade.  Amongst the proper communities, the name struck fear into those that knew the truth behind the acts.  There were no acts.  It was all a careful seduction to devour those that wanted to become a part of the act.  People were taken, replaced, and none were the wiser.  Usually, that was, until it was too late.  But by then the carnival was gone, taking with it those that had succumbed to the depravities visited to them by the creatures that called it home.<br/><br/>Amongst themselves, the kobolds that made up the working force of the Night Parade were busy setting up the tents and getting things in proper order.  The grunts, as it were, were no better treated than slaves.  Few amongst the upper echelons even bothered to look at them as more than fodder, a quick snack if needed, and a back to be broken under mindless, menial labor.  Yet they served an important purpose to the nobility, as it were, of the Night Parade.<br/><br/>They were the first to see people when they crossed into the grounds, stepping into the glamour that enshrouded the entire place.  The strong man looked normal, save perhaps for a tendency to smell like a dog.  The panther pacing behind the bars of an oversize cage didn't quite seem to move in the same fashion twice, even if it seemed to pace in a steady manner.  The vendors all appeared to be normal, until someone could see the sinister expressions out of the corner of one's eye.<br/><br/>While most people were funneled in through the main entrance, the Night Parade didn't seem to care much about how permeable their border was.  People appeared to sneak in left and right to the casual observer's view.  Yet all was seen, and it was taken into account as to which of the humans that stepped into their ground would be the first chosen for the decadent delights that would be the main attraction of the show.<br/><br/>Of particular note was the attraction of a man, noble in appearance, riding upon a white horse in a display of amazing horsemanship.  As clay plates were launched into the air, a flick of his wrist send a pyrotechnic display into the air to each and every plate launched, shattering it into a display of fireworks.  "Welcome one and all!" the man on the horse boomed.  "Welcome to the Night Parade!  Fear not, people!  What you see can only hurt you if you let it!"