The troupe was once one of many acting troupes through out the city, performing plays and dramas for the enjoyment of everybody. Now they are the only one left that is active, the others either were predated upon, fell apart, or settled down in acting houses.  The troupe as it is now known, persevered, turning all it's activities to a dual purpose.



The Troupe is known through out most of the city, if by reputation only. Few bar their way, and even fewer attempt to steal or attack them, for the costs are too high.



Stories and rumors tells of Masked men and women, fighting and winning, acting insane. Masques of Comedy laughing and attacking quickly whether with darts or blades, laughing at their opponents misfortune, darting in and out with glee. Masques of tragedy, slow, heavy, armored, weeping at their opponents inevitable demise, even as their heavy weapons crush and rend them. Masques of Rage attacking brutally, quickly, without mercy or forethought, berserkers ripping and tearing their foes while snarling in anger. The Masques' reputation alone giving the troupe security well before anyone sees the masked warriors themselves.



The Troupe thriving on it's security and might has grown, taking in the few disparate survivors of other acting cohorts, has grown to a respectable size. It now acts as an eternal caravan throughout the districts, performing for any who care to see, though its audience has waned, much like the city has.