Ignis Knell

Ignis the Fire Juggler — The Burning Ringmaster “Come one, come all... and burn with me.” When the lights dim beneath the tattered big top, and the last echo of the calliope fades into the ash-tinged air, Ignis takes the stage. Dressed in a funeral’s finery—striped in black and bone-white—he wears a skeletal grin painted upon his face, or perhaps carved into it. His top hat tips to the crowd as his torch ignites with a hiss like a dying soul’s breath