The Ripper!

Singing was a fun thing to do.
Unless, of course, you were among a few... Hundred.
Ergot twirled around, standing on one leg, his cape on backwards, and looked at the crowd behind him. Light began to fill up the sky, and the group of musicians... Entertainers, and all kinds of people (loose term here) were wandering around. Just, all of a sudden, so many people. Nervous, Ergot decided to go into the gates. There were people within the walls, too, but they weren't so formidable. He hoped, anyway.
Cracking his body out of the zig zag he was in, he hopped on that one foot to a guard at what must have been the front gates. Wrung steel was glinting slightly, and a dangerous looking, armor clad man stood there. Maybe he was asleep. Ergot snickered, and hopping over, he poked at the visor of the guard.
The guard growled, and startled, the warlock fell over and careened into a neighboring wall, covered in mold brethren. This brought out a laugh or two, and Ergot stood up, going back to using both of his legs. He pouted slightly, bared his teeth, then grinned and fell over again.
A few less laughs this time.
A few more eyes.
Leaning against the wall, Ergot motioned at the gates. The guard was a fickle bastard. He just looked at the Fungus... Like fungus. Ergot rolled his eyes.
"May I gain entrance to the kingdom for the ball?"
Sweet mercy, a complete sentence not riddled with the usual insanity. Shocking himself, Ergot found himself gazing at the ground. He then looked up hopefully at a response from his obvious oppressor.
But no. The guard shook his head, he even smiled. His teeth were rotten, and his breath was putrid. Ergot was tempted to hand the guy some mint... Or even better, some nightshade. Ergot pointed at his lute. Pointed rather... Pointedly, and sighed. But nothing came out of that. He bowed his head and backed off into the crowd of entertai-
Hoisted by two mimes.
They smiled at him, lifting him up. They were wearing stilts, and were later named (affectionately) Amanita and Crimini. Two mushrooms that were so sweet.
They walked on past the guard (staring at their heavily made up faces), and pushing the gates open, swung Ergot right into a crowd of jesters ahead of them. Falling, caught again, by a red and black decked jester, who was later named Agaricus. It was a fungi kind of day. Hoisted repeatedly and tripping, soon Ergot found himself at the foot of a stairway. Standing up, he followed a large band of minstrels (Portabellas) into the main entrance.