Cry Clown, Cry [Part Three of Five]

I've been wandering around the city all day, waiting for the human army to come and find me, but at the present moment...nothing. It isn't until I walk past an abandoned theater that I see some action.
I walk up to the boarded up windows and try to peer inside. I hear something move and assume it's a magical creature hiding from the army. I can help them, I know I can help them. I might not be the strongest creature out there, but power come in numbers and the more we have; the better chance we have at avoiding this genocide.
I knock on the wooden planks spread out across the broken windows. There's no answer. I press my face against the wood and speak firmly.
"If there is anything inside, I am here to help. Look for yourself, I am not human. I may very well be the last living clown on this planet. Please grant me an audience with you."
Silence.
I straighten up and look around, I see humans walking down the street past me, each of them ignoring my existence. I turn around and try to think of a new place to go, but then I hear a whisper.
"The back entrance. Go now." I follow the directions.
The back entrance is a black metal door covered in offensive graffiti and Imperial propaganda posters. I walk up to it and bang my fist against the hot metal twice. A latch opens and a pair of eyes appear. Then it slams shut and the door opens.
"Inside. Hurry." A voice says. I obey.
Inside the theater it's dark, and musty. It smells like burnt wood and dirt. I follow the tiny humanoid further into the theater. He takes me into a small room, probably a dressing room, it's in one of the lower levels.
When I enter the room I see two other humanoids and an orb of yellow-green light.
"Please, sit." One of the humanoids says to me. His voice is strong and powerful. He has green skin and large black eyes. He's tall and gangly, but his voice is soothing. I sit down on an old torn up chair.
"This is a nice place you've got here." I say.
"We do as we can." He said, turning his back on me, looking out a crack through a tiny window; gutter level.
"So you're the first magical creatures I've seen since I've been here." I say.
"We are the only ones we too have met." He turns around. "Pardon me, we've forgotten the introductions. I am Cornelius, a Doppelganger. This is Ulech, a Dromite." He motions to the small bug like humanoid that opened the door. "This is Korben, and he's an Aasimar." He motioned to a sleek looking humanoid. He resembled that of an angel. "And finally, that is Eliza, and she's a Lantern Archon." He motioned to the floating ball of yellow-green light.
"It's very nice to meet you all, I am Pagliacci: the last living Clown." I said.
"Then you know just as well as the rest of us, if not more, that we must fight back." Cornelius said.
"I do. What do you suggest?"
"Well, a few days ago, Eliza was on patrol and came across the scent of dozens of magical creatures."
"Their scent?" I asked.
"Something similar to it, anyway." Cornelius said. "I digress. Eliza found their scent and we believe that The Imperials have them held captive somewhere south, in the farm lands."
"So, you want to spring them?" I asked.
"Yes, and with your help it's bound to work."
"...Alright, let's do it." I said with a chuckle.


-Sir Jestro