Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with the second part of a brilliant story from enderandrew. It is entitled
The Green Rogue Volume II Told by Joorus the Scribe
Background music “The Dark Amulet” by Matthew Pablo at www.matthewpablo.com
“Do not look down, young Alex. You must keep your eyes up,” Sir Greggor insisted.
Alex didn’t need a reminder of how dangerous these lands were. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He saw troops return from battle all the time, screaming in their hospital litters as surgeons shoved their guts back in, or sawed off limbs not fit for saving. Their screams haunted him every year of his youth. These were brave men when they left, and they returned screaming in pieces. Some did not return at all, and Alex always wondered if their fate was worse or better.
“I’m too young to die”, Alex muttered. He looked up, but kept pulling at his gloves. His hands weren’t quite large enough for them, and he felt his grip on his blade wasn’t secure enough. His armor was rushed for the occasion and his body wasn’t quite the full size of a man, though his father sought to prove he was.
“As are we all. No man knows the length of a life, but they all end too soon. You will not speak of such things again. That is how we die, being distracted by fear. Courage to conquer that fear comes from being mindful of what you love, what you are willing to fight for. Think of home and how you wish to return. Think of what you must do today to accomplish that task, and we will both return home alive. I promise you that.”
Sir Greggor’s armor was well worn. The smithy smoothed out each dent, and repaired each hole as best they could, but any trained eye could see that it was not pristine, especially the artisanry of his father’s crest. An artisan may take great pride the first time they emblazon new plate mail with their art, but a smithy takes less care in repairing anything that isn’t needed for functionality. Sir Greggor fought the Kobolds on dozens of occasions. He was not afraid, and Alex’s father trusted him with his life. Alex should be reassured. He was not. He wondered if the very same words were spoken to the countless men who did not make it home alive. If so, what good was that promise?
Alex had never taken a life, nor seen a Kobold up close. He had been educated on them and their tactics. He had been trained for this moment, but he did not want it. He could not help being born the Lord’s son in a Kingdom full of war stretching back centuries since the Fall. Each new year passed and more men lined up to prove their courage against Kobold armies, but secretly Alex wondered if maybe this war stretched even longer. What if it started before the Fall? What if neverending war is what lead to the cataclysm? What if he had no desire to define courage in the amount of blood his sword spilled?
It was too late. Sir Greggor deflected as much of the blast of the fireball as he could with his shield, but Alex felt the singe of burning flesh. It was his poorly fitting gloves that made him drop his sword he told himself. He saw Sir Greggor besieged by a full squad of Kobolds clawing their way past his armor. He swung furiously in defense, but Alex feared it wouldn’t be enough. But it was the bloodlust.
Alex looked one in the eye, and he saw a desire to kill that he did not share. He knew that Kobold would not hesitate. He would blame the bloodlust, but he had no real excuse. He fled, hearing Sir Greggor’s screams and the Kobolds’ laughter behind him. He ran and ran. He never really stopped running.
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another instalment of the thrilling story from Lendrick, entitled
Rise of the Ravagers, chapter 4.
Music by Smartsound
Chapter 4
City Life
Two days later….
City Outskirts of Brittany.
The rain finally let up as Glyndrel and Alexyius made their way south, towards Brittany and hopefully able to finally catch up with Slyphania.
There were many times where Glyndrel had to catch himself and think twice about what he was doing and did he really feel the feelings he thought he felt? Shaking his head forlornly to himself, it was thinking like that which would muddle the mind and cause him to doubt himself. Focus on what’s at hand, and what’s at stake. Slyphania’s family are worried sick, and it’s up to Glyndrel to not only catch up with her, but see if he can make her see sense through the charms and manipulations of this so called wizard.
Slyphania wouldn’t even know he was following her, and had she, would she have attempted to stop him? To somehow lay some trap to thwart his progress? Destiny has a funny time with situations such as these, what, for example, had he not ever met her that fateful day? He would have been none the wiser and certainly wouldn’t be far from home now, moving into Human territory to a city that he had never visited and could be deadly and hostile, all on the off chance that what? She will run into his arms and declare her undying love and gratitude for him following her? More likely she will despise and hate him even more, and that wizard might even turn him into a frog!
Still, a frog wouldn’t have this…”No!” he must stop being so negative, focus on the goal at hand!
Focus!
Glyndrel must have been shaking his head or muttering more than he thought as it drew Alexyius’ attention who gave him an incredulous look.
“Everything alright Glyn?”
“Yeah, well, no, well, I don’t know. Maybe you’re right in some respects, what am I doing? Out here? Dragged you away from home and for what? I sometime second-guess my intentions and motivations and wonder what I actually hope to accomplish if I catch up to her!?”
“Well, we going to know soon enough” Alexis indicated with his head and Glyndrel looked up. The town gates were a sight to behold, with a large line of traffic flowing in and out.
“It’s massive…” Glyndrel breathed in awe, “I’ve never seen anything so big, and how did they construct this?’ The Castle looming in the distance.
“Must be magic” Alexyius replied off-handedly and didn’t seem to be as impressed as Glyndrel.
“With these many people, surely they won’t mind a couple more elves, no?” Glyndrel stated hopefully.
“I would expect not, we don’t present as bandits or thieves, will just have to play it by our pointy ear”.
The moved steadily towards the gate, flowing into the line of slow moving traffic, and eventually, inexorably, they approached the gates and their perspective changed, zooming into the guard booths flanking the gates and a pair of what must be city watch guards checking everyone as they passed through”
“What be yer business in Brittany then lads?” The guard stated and brought Glyndrel out of his daze of being overwhelmed to realise he was being addressed.
‘Uh, we are looking for a friend who we believe came this way a few days prior” Replied Glyndrel, thinking that the truth was always the best.
“Well, ok, but you will have to check your weapons” The guard replied and indicated to their bows and daggers on their belts’.
Glyndrel was loath to give up his ability to defend himself, and if needed hunt for food, but also didn’t want to cause any trouble and expected they should have them returned to them upon their departure.
Glyndrel gave Alexyius a nod to indicate to give up the weapons and unshouldered his bow, pulling out the dagger from his belt and handing it to the guard hilt first.
The guards placed a number on each and then gave the two a corresponding scrap of parchment with the same number on it.
“For when ye leave, don’t lose that or you won’t be getting these back, on your way then”.
They kept moving, not wanting to hold up the line for the others.
Upon entering the city, the sights and sounds and smells to Glyndrel were assaulting his senses from all sides. Glyndrel started to feel claustrophobic from the intense hustle and bustle. The Street they were in was called “Kings Walk”, and it curved away into the distance, lined by shops and filled with people of all shapes and sizes. There must have been thousands of people to a one, and Glyndrel was starting to wish for his green forests and diamond falls. It was very overwhelming, looking to Alexius for support, he seemed to be taking it all in his stride, which Glyndrel found little comfort in.
“Been here before, have we?” Glyndrel had to almost shout to be heard.
“Yeah, my uncle used to bring me here when I was little to do trading, been used to it ever since” replied Alexyius.
“So what do we do now? Where do we go?” Yelled Glyndrel.
“First thing is to find ourselves an inn, so we can get rid of these packs and have something to eat, follow me and I will lead you to a nice establishment my Uncle used to visit. It’s called the “Dusty Cutlass Inn”, and although somewhat rowdy sometimes, they got some pirates now and then, the food is delicious and the beds soft”. Said Alexyius.
Glyndrel merely nodded and followed his friend.
As they walked, having to push their way through the crowd, it was all Glyndrel could do to keep his friend in sight, and after traversing numerous side streets, Alexyius indicated to Glyndrel and pointed, off in the distance, was a two story building and out the front a sign that read “The Dusty Cutlass” with a cutlass hanging underneath.
Approaching the inn, a Glyndrel noticed a young Human boy, no more than maybe seven or eight, quickly walk up behind one woman and quickly cut the purse strings that held a pouch around her waist. With a frightened yelp and scream, the young boy disappeared into the crowd and was gone. Glyndrel’s eyes flared and yelled out, just about to run after him when Alexyius grabbed an arm.
“Don’t bother, he will be long gone now and that purse palmed off to numerous others, you will never find it or recover her money”. Alexyius was matter of fact about it and seemed resigned. Glyndrel still fumed about the injustice of it all.
“City life I guess, my friend” Alexyius added attempting to allay Glyndrels temper. “Come on, let’s get inside before we are next”.
Alexyius let go of Glyndrel’s arm and entered the inn, Glyndrel still feeling outraged.
The Dusty Cutlass was a modest looking establishment on the inside, and got its namesake from the Cutlass relic mounted above the bar which was never cleaned and thereby covered in grime, soot, and of course, dust.
The innkeeper was a portly fellow with rosy cheeks and beard. Recognition in his eyes upon seeing Alexyius, got a hearty handshake.
“Aly me lad! Haven’t seen you in years! Look at ye now! How’s your Uncle?”
“Passed away I’m afraid my good, urh, Trent wasn’t it? Yeah, he had a nasty run in with a pack of Kobolds” Alexyius lamented, a sorrowful look passing over his face.
“Kobolds? Really? That’s not how I pictured him going out!” What can I get for you and your friend?”
“Uh, we need a room, two separate beds, and two ales, we’ve travelled a long way” asked Alexyius.
“Aye, I have a room that would suit, and the ales are on me, as a parting gift for your Uncle”.
“Thank ye, we really appreciate it” Alexyius replied.
“Yeah, uh, thankyou, very kind of you”, Glyndrel stammered, still overwhelmed by the city and now from some child stealing to a generous innkeeper, Glyndrel just wanted to curl up and sleep.
“Find a seat, I will bring out your Ale, and Grace here will see to your things and make up the room for you”.
‘Thankyou again, you have always been most generous with my family, Trent.” Alexyius shook his hand again.
The two sat down and looked about while waiting for their drinks. The inn was busy, as it was around midday and everyone was having their midday meal. The ale was brought out in short order and while bitter, was cool and refreshing. Glyndrel almost downed his in a single gulp.
“Woah, easy there, I don’t want to have to carry you upstairs!” Alexyius exclaimed.
Glyndrel returned him with a watery look and loud belch.
“That was good, for s-sure” Glyndrel slurred.
“Don’t drink much, do you? No more for you then!” Alexyius drank, but not nearly so fast.
“After this, let’s get some rest before evening, and then we can ask around about Slyphania”.
Glyndrel yawned and laid his head down on the table “Good idea, I’m sick of travelling”.
When Alexyius finished his ale, the two slowly ascended to their room, which was discovered to be neat and clean, fresh sheets, a bath with hot rocks and steaming water, with clean towels and their belongings neatly stacked in a corner.
Glyndrel made a bee-line to the first bed, and without undressing, collapsed on top of it.
He was asleep before his head even touched the pillow.
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with a wonderful story from enderandrew, entitled
The Green Rogue Volume I
Told by Joorus the Scribe
Background music “Fossil Evidence”, by Smartsound
Joseph had a bad feeling about this. He had argued for years that water was safer than land, especially in Norgard where armies of Kobolds eagerly awaited foolish merchants who left the safe confines of Estgard and entered the craggy, wooded roads leading into Valhold. Yet, that is precisely what he was doing at the moment. He preferred to take skiffs up the Oso river as he never saw Kobolds building boats. Some called them crafty and far more intelligent than their monstrous demeanor might suggest, but Joseph always argued that if Kobolds had any wits about them, they’d be on skiffs as well.
That was before Kobold archers and mages sank his last skiff from the river banks. Even though there are few places to hide along the mostly flat river banks, he was complacent and ambushed. Since he lost his entire shipment on that trip (and was lucky to survive) his partners insisted they take the quicker route on land this time. The weight of their parcel would have made a small skiff impractical as well. They were bringing a new anvil to Valhold. Amazingly enough, they had spent so many years constantly crafting new arms for Norgard troops and their neverending war with the Kobolds that they had actually worn through the old anvil. Joseph hadn’t thought that possible, but he also didn’t think it was possible for Kobolds to make him look a fool.
That neverending war also had the King’s attention focused to the northeast, across the Thrones of Skrekk. This road was constantly traveled, but rarely maintained. The uneven roads and weight meant that even with this direct route, they traveled slower than Joseph would have liked. But he wasn’t about to push their horses and end up having to re-shoe one on the road while they sat still and helpless. He kept telling himself that so long as they kept a steady pace and his armed guards flanked him, they’d make it to Valhold safely. But that nagging feeling just wouldn’t go away.
Just then a figure dropped down from above, landing right next to Joseph in the front of the stagecoach. Before Joseph could react, the masked bandit had a blade to his throat. His guards started to pull their weapons, but Joseph could feel the blade biting into his flesh ever so slightly.
“Stop!” he yelled. The guards hesitated as more bandits emerged from the trees and circled the stagecoach.
“Your guards will get off their horses and throw their blades to the side. We will take your horses and this coach. After we ride off, your guards can reclaim their blades in case you run into Kobolds. We’re thieves, but not monsters.”
Though he could feel a trickle of blood at his throat, Joseph regained his composure. “I thought I was afraid, but you’re a coward, dropping from trees and stealing from honest merchants!”
The bandit pushed the blade in even closer. “Do not make me regret letting you live. I am no coward and I will kill anyone who swears otherwise. Perhaps you haven’t heard of the famous Green Rogue. I have the courage to challenge Lords and Kings alike, even a Titan! While King Granus keeps us in a neverending war, who will stop him? He cannot continue his attack on the Kobolds and protect his people at the same time. That is why he does not really have people. You are vassals, blind servants to a King who would lead you to your death!”
The bandit eased up on the blade and urged Joseph to step down from the coach. As he rode off with his stolen goods, he shouted one last thought. “Tell the Lords of Norgard what happened! Tell them how their authority is questioned and how their people suffer because of them!”
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius. I am delighted to introduce our newest narrator, Cordelayne Valkaris,
who is bringing us a wonderful story from Trenyc, entitled
The Grim Sisters’ Found Letter: a Warning, Transcribed.
Background music is “Restless Soul” by Smartsound
The Grim Sisters’ Found Letter: A Warning, Transcribed
It bears no name and no title. Its canvas is black and liquid, as though soaked in oil and tar, with foreign symbols writ in dim, luminescent silver. The smudging of the words tends toward the bottom of the page, as though the shapes themselves cry in agony. These qualities are unimportant. You will know it if you find it; you will feel the darkness reaching into you.
Tal sharak. The Shadows will not live much longer. I come from a place called Merdia, a land far removed from your own. I am sorry, reader, if you have the wit to read these words. If your people can know evil, I have done you a great wrong.
You will know it if you find it, reader. You will know because it has found you. The feeling is unmistakeable. It is lust, fear, anger, hatred. It is all that is evil in every world, removed but palpable, as though you stand before the most vile creature ever made in any place. As though you belong to it. When you feel this, you will want to die.
Know, reader, that it cannot be destroyed. As we burn it, it is born again somewhere new. Nine men lost their lives attempting to destroy it by tearing, piercing, slashing, pounding. Do not try these, reader. If you find it, run.
Do not approach it. Do not touch it. Most of all do not attempt to read it. You will not recognize the symbols thereupon writ; nevertheless I compel you: do not read it. When you feel its claws digging at your mind, do all you can to shut those thoughts off from all that you know and do. It will rail against you. It will flay at your soul and burn its brand into every part of your mind. Even so, you must try in every way your strength allows to remember this only and above the corruption: that you must not read the page. All that you love depends on it.
I am sorry, reader. This act will weigh on my soul eternally. The Shadows are dying now. I pray this letter falls to a world uninhabited, where it can threaten no one. If you find this, make it known. Your people must know […]
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The original copy of this message is written on a fine canvas page, ripped across at the bottom with a purple tint and burn marks along the line, and its letters are sloppy and hastily written. Most peculiar of the note’s properties is that the canvas is elaborately made and quite delicate while the ink is clumpy and a very dark, almost black, red–the blood of a Necromancer, the Grim Sisters say. To date all attempts to validate that claim, or even the claim that the ink is blood at all, have failed, as have professional attempts out of Brittany and Aerie to determine the origin or maker of either the canvas or the ink.
Some rumors suggest that the Sisters simply made it all up to sell copies. Of course the two maintain a certain ignorance of the letter’s origin, though they have never told where or how they acquired the letter. Only one thing about it is known: that nothing about it is known, except maybe by the Crones. And they simply will not say.
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another instalment in the thrilling tale “Rise of the Ravegers”, by Lendrick.
Background music is “Testing the Waters” by Smartsound
CHAPTER THREE BREAKFAST BLUES
Secluded Cave, Serpents Spine Mountains, overlooking Lake Equitas. Two Weeks Later… Glyndrel glanced up, the rain appeared to be stopping. Looking out of their makeshift shelter, Alexyius was sound asleep, and the rain had stopped the constant downpour to become a soft drizzle. Unfortunately, that just mirrored the sour mood Glyndrel was already in, and what he wouldn’t give for some sunshine to brighten his spirits. They had been on the road for several weeks now, following Slyphania south, moving through the Ogre Lands and into the human realms. This made Glyndrel very nervous, and it was officially now the farthest he had ever ventured from his forest home. They were almost out of food though, and would need to go on another hunt soon or starve. Glyndrel’s thoughts invariably always turned back to Slyphania and the events surrounding her departure. The slap had definitely confirmed Glyndrel’s suspicions that some dark force was at work behind the scenes. Although he never really got to know her before the book began its dark influence, Glyndrel just sensed that the carefree young girl he had first met in the market would not be someone prone to violence had someone hidden a book on them. Well, a normal book, the one in question was definitely not normal. Glyndrel almost could sense an evil presence about the tome, much like if it were somehow alive or possibly sentient. Glyndrel had heard folk tales about items that possessed a malevolence that could warp minds, and if that were the case here, separating her from the book would be much harder than first anticipated. However, to really save her, it would be something that must be done. Alexyius began to stir, so Glyndrel started to prepare a meal, fried back, the last pieces from a wild tundra boar they slew and three quail eggs that were pilfered from the nest. At the smell of cooking, Alexyius came fully awake and sat up on his elbows. “How long was I out?” Alexyius asked. “Better part of the night, the rain looks like it’s easing up”. Glyndrel replied, pushing the food around in a tin cook pot, the meat sizzling and letting out a fresh aroma that made them both sigh and drool threatened to escape their mouths. Standing up and stretching, Alexyius walked to the darkened rear of the cave and relieved himself. Whilst he was doing that, he spoke over his shoulder. “So, what’s the plan for today?’ “Well, we should reach Brittany within the day, I guess once we get there, we find what those humans call an “Inn” and stay the night there, it would beat sleeping on the hard rock. Then, once rested, we start enquires about Slyphania’s whereabouts”. Glyndrel said. Alexyius sighed and then put on a pensive look, as if he were about to repeat something that he had grown tired of saying. “Glyn, have you considered the possibility that she doesn’t want to be found? That she won’t appreciate or acknowledge the fact that for the past two weeks you have been dogging her movements?” Glyndrel gave Alexyius a sour look, as If the reply he was about to give was something he was tired of saying. “You know my feelings, Alex, I don’t have a choice. I must find her. Not only am I obviously concerned for her wellbeing, and promised her parents I would do everything in my power to bring her back safely, but my gut is telling me she is up to something. Something dire. And as it stands, we two are the only ones in the know and may have a chance of reaching her and preventing whatever it is that she is planning’. “And what if she isn’t planning anything? What if, she just wanted to get away, to have her life take a different path to yours and that she isn’t interested or feels the same way you do!?” Alexyius countered. “I don’t believe that, she’s in trouble, her mind clouded and she is not herself. She needs help, even if she doesn’t realise it herself”. Saying this, Glyndrels hand instinctively moved to cup the cheek she slapped, almost as if he could still feel the sting. “Glyndrel, you’re like a brother to me, which is why I am going to tell you this straight” Alexyius continued, accepting a plate of breakfast and sitting cross legged opposite Glyndrel. “As it stands, she is with this human Wizard, Rannick somebody.” Alexyius took a mouthful of bacon and chewed as he spoke. “Who is teaching her to be, I don’t know, a sorceress or something. This book she is obsessed over, must be some kind of spell book or some such, which she is therefore studying and learning the wizardry craft from.” Alexyius finished chewing and swallowed. Glyndrel just sat there, a forlorn expression on his face, picking at his food, but not interrupting and letting his friend say his piece. “So, for all intents and purposes, she has left with him to further her studies, the there is no danger to her and no nefarious reason for her to run off, hence why she would not care for you coming after her” Alexius finished, hoping his words had mollified Glyndrel. Instead, Glyndrel glared at his friend defiantly. “I am telling you, something is not right, I know I told you that I love her, and I do, but that is not the only reason for me going after her. It’s that book. It’s not just any normal book, spell book or otherwise. You weren’t there, in her room with the book. It was just me, and the book. It was then I knew without a doubt, that it was evil. Evil personified, I could almost taste it, like sulphur in the air, I choked back my saliva and stared at the book, and it felt like it was staring back at me. Into my soul, and I felt scared. Not just for Slyphania, but for the world, for all of the Novian Island. Wherever this book came from, it should never have been found. I can’t change that now though, she has it with her. You should have seen the expression on her when I had moved the book. It went beyond obsession into something indescribable – it was like she was possessed, maybe she is, maybe that’s what the book’s done to her. Either way, all I know is that I have to help her, no matter what. But to do that, we need to catch up with her and somehow get her, firstly away from this human’s influence, and then the book.” Glyndrel stopped, stood up and stretched, walking to the cave entrance and looking out over the green fields of Paladis Plains, farmland outside Brittany, the sun sparkling off the lake Equitas like diamonds. Diamonds like “Diamond falls”, back home in the forest, which only made Glyndrel all the more depressed. Far into the distance, Glyndrel could see the spires of Lord British’s Castle, in the city of Brittany, the majestic walls of the castle and the sheer magnitude of its parapets. Leaning against the cool stone, Glyndrel looked out and felt hot tears streaming down. Alexyius came up behind him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “What say we do catch up with her, that you do manage to convince her about the wizard and the book? And then, after all that, she still decides to continue on her path and ignore your warning?” Alexius spoke softly into Glyndrel’s shoulder. “What, after all that, given that you tell me that you love her, will you be able to just let it go? Let her go?” Alexius added. “If we do catch up with her and can’t help her?” Glyndrel replied, wiping the tears from his face and turning to face his friend. ‘Then let the great wood spirit save us. And save the World, for the Great Tree help us all!” Glyndrel proclaimed and walked off. Alexyius watched his friend walk away to start packing up their camp and then it struck him. Was he frightened that they would actually find Slyphania? Or that he would lose Glyndrel? This scared Alexyius. Scared him a lot. TO BE CONTINUED>
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with a truly chilling story, written and narrated by Womby. It is entitled
Seven Days
Assisting in the podcast I am also delighted to welcome Doctor Shroud as the guard captain, and Solstar as the guard.
Background music is “No More Regrets” by Smartsound.
Father:
Day 1
I’m keeping this journal because if I don’t write things down I think I’ll lose my mind.
We could have run. We could have gathered the children and a few of our belongings and fled south.
Ingrid, our eldest, wanted to leave with her boyfriend, but I wouldn’t allow it. I hope I did the right thing. Instead we chose to hide in our winter storage cellar. After closing the access hatch, our neighbour Avrok covered it with a large cupboard, so it is now completely hidden. He has no children and is no longer young, so we all agree he should be safe from harvesting. We are relying on him to let us out when the soldiers move on.
Day 2
We hear movement upstairs. The soldiers have set up headquarters in our home. We have plenty of food, but will run out of water within a few days.
We have a pickaxe and a couple of buckets, so we decided to make a tunnel. If we can intersect with the well in the square outside, we will have unlimited access to water. We can only dig at certain times of the day when our sounds are covered by the screams coming from above. We may not succeed, but at least it gives us hope, and is infinitely better than the impotence of sitting here in silence. Best of all, the children have perked up, as they have something to occupy them.
This afternoon we heard a commotion. Ingrid recognised the voice of her boyfriend amongst a group of prisoners that had been dragged into the square. Then we heard screams, and I had to physically restrain her. I can only imagine what happened to them.
Day 3
My heart leapt into my mouth as I recognised the voice of Avrok. I could hear him being dragged into the headquarters above, and he clearly sounded distressed. The head of the guard kept demanding to know where we were, and Avrok denied any knowledge. Despite being told he could spare his life by giving us up, he refused to answer. His execution was sudden and perfunctory, and the horror of hearing his body hit the floor was prolonged by the sound of it being dragged outside.
Day 4
We have made good progress with the tunnel, but still have not reached the well. Are we heading in the right direction? I am trying to hide my disappointment, but I can see in her face that Emma shares my concern. Keeping our children’s spirits up is proving difficult, and the need for total silence is taking its toll.
Day 5
Ingrid has developed a loud cough. We have hidden her in the tunnel and covered the entrance with dirt-filled sacks. Unfortunately we’ll have to stop digging until she gets better. Still, it seems to be working, as we can no longer hear her cough.
Day 6
I feel sick. She’s dead. Ingrid is dead! Everything is spiralling out of control. I can’t write.
Eventually I plucked up the courage to tell Emma.
I don’t know how she found the strength, but she was able to keep the youngest two distracted while I removed Ingrid’s body.
She had slashed her wrists. When I moved her, I found that she had left a note:
Don’t stop digging.
I love you.
Ingrid
I hid her under some firewood, with what little dignity I could manage.
Day 7
Finally some good news. We have reached the well. Fortunately we have enough rope to reach the water below, and have started filling up barrels.
Since Avrok’s death we have no way out, so we have started another tunnel that should take us to the nearby wheat field. Hopefully we can reach it before harvest time.
Guard Captain:
What’s this, soldier?
Guard:
Just some scribbled notes, Captain. I found them in that hidden tunnel we discovered under the storage cellar. They were with that last group we sent off for transformation.
Guard Captain:
Add it to the weekly report. The mages collect all that stuff. I guess it gives them something to do when they’re not transforming children into elves.
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius. I am delighted to once again welcome Sharm to the microphone;
she will be bringing us a wonderful story by enderandrew, entitled
A DarkStarr is Born.
Someday the truth regarding the rise of the Dark Lord of Chaos may be revealed. Until then we have myth and legend, handed down through the mists of time. This is one such legend…”
There is a very old story, all but forgotten. They say at least half of it is true. Knowing the man, that seems about right.
An offworlder strolls into town, jaunty and unafraid. He claimed to have visited more than one world in his time, and perhaps this one before but he wasn’t sure. These lands were familiar he mused, but a husk of what he remembered. His supposed command of magic (if not a ruse to woo the ladies) was gone, but in truth magic was all but lost to most of this world.
He claimed to have seen something on his way into this world, treasures from the heavens falling to the earth. People laughed at his tales until he reached into a pouch and produced gems unlike any they had seen before. He wanted to hire every available caravan in town to procure these riches.
But the rogue that he was, he sent each caravan in a different direction while he stole away in the night with but a single merchant vessel into the open sea. By sending everyone else away with any ability to carry cargo, he ensured that none could follow him or compete for his prize. He needed but a single crew and he promised them each they’d all be rich.
Though he didn’t have sea legs, he knew how to use a sextant and read charts of the stars like an experienced sailor. There were few lines on his face, but he spoke with wisdom and secrets of many lives over. He taught them to put lime in their grog and the most vulgar sea shanties that they ever had heard. Just hours previously he had merely been a paying customer commandeering a ride, but soon enough the crew was in the palm of his hand. They called him Flynn, but I doubt that was ever his name for more than a week.
All he brought aboard the ship was a single chest. Flynn opened it and pulled out a device unlike one the crew had ever seen before. It had interconnected rings and orbs, one looking like a sun. He consulted with the device in a manner no man could devise and then directed them where to sail.
They reached landfall on a mostly deserted coast where he had led them and rode inland but a few miles on mules. There it was said man laid eyes on the first Shardfall. How he knew where it would be, he would not say.
This leader of theirs spoke of danger, and the men heeded his words for they saw and felt things that they had never before. He approached alone with a small pick in hand, dropping from his mule in dramatic fashion just as lighting raced across the sky. It was almost as if he planned it. He swung his pick a few times to remove a piece, and while it moved a bit and almost seemed like it wanted to come out of its own volition, he could not quite find adequate purchase to loose it fully from the earth.
Sticking one end of the pick at the edge, and stepping on the other end of the pick to provide leverage, he could feel it was close as it began to wriggle free. He reached down with his hand to finish the task when they all felt a blast knocking them off their feet.
The shard shattered sending pieces jutting into his outstretched hand. Flynn reached to cover the wound with his other hand, but as he touched it further the world seemed to shake. He saw double and triple vision. But it wasn’t quite that.
He saw ghosts, copies of this spot both past and future. As his crew looked to each other and him in terror and confusion, he began to see different possibilities unfold around him. Each was like a different world and a different life. He saw different paths each of these men might take with the slightest push or guidance in varying ways.
And he saw far, far more than that. He heard a silent song of Daedalus. He saw how cataclysmic fire cleansed this land and how yet another storm on the horizon might wipe it clean once more.
While most of these men were scared, one knew there was something not quite right with the leader of this expedition. He decided to be an opportunist, lunging with his sword into the back of Flynn. But his sword caught only the flapping of his coat. Flynn, blind to the attack had somehow seen it coming and stepped to the side just in time. The assailant tripped over an outcropping of these shards and fell on his own blade.
While most men might be shaken if they brushed with death so closely, Flynn turned calmly to face his crew.
“I am not surprised he sought to increase his share by reducing our numbers, but you would do well to listen to me now. There is treasure greater even than these shards, and a prize greater than you can imagine.” Flynn smiled broadly. “We have work to do.”
Awakened, many of the shards began to free themselves from the ground and hover miraculously in the air.
Flynn held out his hand. To their surprise, there was no blood, nor any type of wound that they could tell. But 4 thin shards had crossed each other in his palm and were now firmly under his skin, forming two-overlapping crosses. They pointed in 8 different directions at once. That symbol is known to many today who do not follow a singular direction, but rather the course of Chaos.
From him, some claim magic was reborn or perhaps rediscovered. Some trace Chaos magic at least to this unlikely progenitor. Rumor has it, they strapped large floating shards to the ship and sailed off into the air. But I know aggrandizement when I hear it.
Thus the legend of Darkstarr was born. He travelled the land, weaving in and out, bending both peasants and Lords to his whim, but never merely for obvious power and wealth. No one knew what he was getting at, or what his endgame might be. Some say he vanished, more myth than man. Others say he only existed in the voices of bards trying new material, sick of typical heroic tales.
Equally impossible to all of these claims is that while these things happened ages ago, I’ve met this man who ages but a breath each year it would seem. And while I am usually the one telling tales to others, and hoping to help people on their path, he sought to advise me. He whispered in my ear an impossible secret, so terrifying and magical that I knew it instantly to be true.
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius. We have had yet another narrator join our team, and I am delighted to introduce Sharm, who is bringing us a wonderful story by enderandrew, entitled
The History of Rift’s End
The History of Rift’s End
By Joorus the Scribe
History is an odd subject when so much is erased and so frequently. We live in a world where ruins sit atop older ruins. Bob the Wizard writes about this topic in his tome, “The Knowledge Cataclysm”.
Rift’s End is a small holdfast, easily overlooked and barely mentioned in most texts. It was most difficult to find academic texts on the history of the city. But I met a bard named Zoe Marie who shared with me an oral history. I cannot speak of the veracity of the tale, but I shall preserve it in written form for posterity nonetheless.
Rift’s End predates The Fall, though it had an earlier name lost to time and it was a larger city then. The nearby Lunar Rift made it a convenient destination for travel and trade. There was something else about the city, intangible and elusive. People felt drawn there by mysterious forces. Once there, people often described a sensation of being home, even if their actual home were quite far away. What was particularly peculiar about this phenomenon is that people of all walks of life described the same experience. If the town did in fact draw people in, it certainly attracted a wide range.
They say, however, that Avatars felt the draw strongest of all. And while many ancient texts speak of venerating Avatars, Zoe’s story claims Avatars were as controversial then as Outlanders are today. One particular Avatar, Gwenevere, was repeatedly drawn to Rift’s End, though she never lost sight of her original home on another world. She was desperate to find a way home. Maybe she truly loved the land of her birth. Perhaps she knew what was soon to happen in this one. The portal near Rift’s End was how she initially entered this world and she felt it was key to returning.
She heard tales of a powerful wizard named Ryari, a foremost expert on rifts and how they worked. She brought her spoils from adventuring and laid them before him. As a powerful wizard, he did not want for gold. His time and services were in high demand. Gwenevere begged for his help. Her passion caught his attention. He explained that the rifts were powered by the moons above. Most of the time they allowed travel between fixed points to other rifts. But travel to other worlds had to be fueled by something more.
Either the destination pulled you in with energy and forces of its own, or the strongest desires of your heart sent you where you wanted to go. He said for Gwenevere to return home, she would need to tell him everything of that world. She would have to channel her love of home with specific visions. Little did she know the effect her stories would have on Ryari. She spoke of a world without monsters, without magic but advanced technology. Ryari wondered how easy it might be for a powerful wizard to rule a world where no one else had magic, or at the very least the additional power he would have here if he could bring back advanced technology.
They prepared for months. She wrote all of her memories of home and began distilling them into the most powerful energies. She would recite these stories while focusing energy into 8 stones. Once they were charged and fully attuned to her thoughts and memories of the world she left behind, they traveled to the lunar rift just outside Rift’s End.
Inside the 8 larger stone formations of the lunar rift, Ryari arranged the 8 small stones in a circle around Gwenevere. She recited her stories and opened her heart to the possibility of seeing home once more. He channeled all of his magical energy into her, enabling her to feed even more into the stones.
The magic worked, and Gwenevere could see a portal opening. She could see her home through the portal. She felt herself being drawn back.
Ryari shouted an incantation Gwenevere did not understand. Reagents disappeared from his hand in a puff of icy-colored smoke and shot like a bolt into Gwenevere’s body. She was frozen in place and unable to enter the portal. She could see the avarice and malice in Ryari’s eyes as he made his way to the opening.
It wasn’t just the spell; she felt paralyzed in fear. The thought of a deceitful wizard descending on her world terrified her. Did her selfish desire to return home blind her to what she enabled? Unable to move, she would be helpless to stop him. But she remembered what he told her of focused energy and desire.
She wiped the thought of home from her mind. She burned with rage and thought of the hottest fire she had seen in this world, the molten lava near Blackblade Pass. The icy spell holding her in place began to melt. She could not walk, nor run. She dove forward, falling short of Ryari, but within the reach of the small stones at her feet. When her white-hot rage made contact, a giant portal larger than any rift she had ever seen before appeared.
Lava from the Blackblade Pass poured into the circle, enveloping them both. The blast tore the circle apart, destroying the rift for all time.
Now, some prefer a happier version where Gwenevere made it home before the lava overtook her. But mystics and sages who’ve passed through claim they can feel her spirit trapped on this side. She gave up her life to save her home, the site of her sacrifice becoming Rift’s End.
For those who missed the LIVE performance by the New Britannia Theater Troupe in Kingsport, on January 24 2015, here is the audio from the production. As it was a live play, we have enclosed the stage script as well, so you can follow along and imagine the action.
Enjoy!
Welcome one and all to our presentation.
Before we start, I just want to thank the citizens of Port Phoenix for welcoming us to their community,
and for the enormous amount of work involved in the creation of this wonderful facility.
We really do appreciate it
The New Britannia Theater Troupe has two items for your enjoyment today.
The first is a short play, written by Womby, of the round Table. It is produced and directed by Asclepius, and music is by Smartsound.
Cast of characters:
Lady Adnor as Lady Pansicle
Lord Baldrith as Mage Wisdon
Womby as Lord Pansicle
We present “The Helpful Mage”
SCENE
A well appointed room that clearly belongs to someone wealthy.
Lord Pansicle, well dressed noble, is /afk in a corner, stage right.
LADY PANSICLE
Dressed in noble garb.
Enter stage left, accompanied by Mage Wisdon, dressed in mage’s attire.
Thank you for coming at such short notice, Mage Wisdon. I am at my wit’s end.
MAGE WISDON
[Dust off]
You say he hasn’t talked to you. Have you noticed any other unusual behaviour?
LADY PANSICLE
Faces Lord Pansicle.
[Point]
Mostly he just sits in the corner there. Except when he’s hungry.
[Alms for the poor]
LORD PANSICLE
[Chicken]
Back to corner, /afk
MAGE WISDON
[Ponder]
I see. When did these symptoms start?
LADY PANSICLE
It’s his birthday. It happened this morning, right after he opened his presents.
MAGE WISDON
Faces audience.
[Come here]
Little does Lady Pansicle know that I am the cause of her husband’s predicament. One of those presents was an enchanted ring, crafted by the most brilliant mage in all the land.
Myself.
Now the way is clear for me to pursue her ladyship.
Faces Lady Pansicle.
Sadly there is no hope. Your husband is the victim of a strange enchantment, one that I have never seen before. I’m afraid nothing can be done for him.
I recommend confining him to the cellar where he will not attract undue attention.
LADY PANSICLE
Faces Lord Pansicle.
[Cry]
My poor darling. At least he does not appear to be suffering.
Faces Mage Wisdon.
Thank you for taking the time to help. Is there anything I can offer you to show my appreciation?
MAGE WISDON
Still facing Lady Pansicle.
[Shake head]
No, your ladyship, it was an honour and a pleasure to have been of assistance.
If you should need my help in these trying times, please do not hesitate to ask.
It would give me no greater joy than to do whatever I can to ease your suffering.
LADY PANSICLE
You are a true gentleman. At least allow me to offer you a drink after your long journey here.
MAGE WISDON
Equip mug. [Toast]
[Play dead]
LORD PANSICLE
Stands up, faces Lady Pansicle.
Thank goodness that’s over. Are you all right, my dear? It was very brave of you to volunteer for this.
LADY PANSICLE
Darling, watching you run around like a chicken this morning when you put on that ring was most amusing.
The opportunity to have a little fun was irresistible.
LORD PANSICLE
[Face palm]
Yes, it’s a good thing you were standing there and saw what happened. If you hadn’t taken off that ring I’d still be pecking at seeds. It seemed odd when I unwrapped the present that there was no note enclosed.
I should have been more cautious.
LADY PANSICLE
Good thing I glanced out the window this morning and saw him leave the gift on our doorstep.
LORD PANSICLE
So, what shall we do with him?
LADY PANSICLE
My first thought was to hand him over to the local guards, but now I have a better idea.
The Obsidians are performing experiments in arcane magic, and are looking for people on whom they can try out interesting spells. I’m sure the mage would look quite fetching with horns and hooves.
The New Britannia Theater Troupe
Presents
Of Shadows and Light
Directed and produced by Asclepius
Writer and Music Supervisor: Gabriel Nightshadow
Director of Public Relations and Associate Casting Director:
Amber Raine
Assistant Director of Public Relations and Associate Casting Director:
Nystal TimeLord
Stage Manager and Technical Consultant:
Sir Stile Teckel
Voice Cast
Asclepius as Gabriel Nightshadow
Amber Raine as Shannon Donohue and Annese Vantrel
StaticGrazer as Nestor, The Wolf, and The Vendor
Lady Adnor as Jessica and Shivara
Jynx as The Oracle
Womby as The Narrator
and
Lord Baldrith as Thomas Strongbeard and Nystal TimeLord
Count Aberon, the Tall Albino Man, is voiced by Bubonic, and played by Sir Stile Teckel
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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[Insert “Radakan – Old Crypt” by Janne Hanhisuanto ]
NARRATOR:
Although the Obsidian Empire fell roughly 200 years ago, there have been rumors that some of its most loyal servants continue to plot their revenge to this very day. Somewhere deep in the bowels of Owls Nest, home of the notorious Red Sash bandits…
SCENE I
[A black robed NESTOR is standing stage center behind a table. On the table are a skull, several red candles, books, beakers and flasks.]
NESTOR (gloating)
With each day that passes, my army of undead has grown. Now, after six months of searching through these underground tunnels in Owls Nest, I have finally recovered the Lost Scroll of Kazul! This spell will allow me to raise the entire 7th legion of the Obsidian Army buried underneath Ravensmoor! Then, the citizens of the Vale will tremble in fear of Nestor the Necromancer as the Obsidian Empire rises once again!
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “Evil Temple Ambiance Loop” by Brandon Morris]
[GABRIEL enters from stage center left and appears next to NESTOR. GABRIEL is wearing leather armor and is armed with a snake sword.]
GABRIEL
I shall not let that happen!
[Music fades out.]
NESTOR (turning to face GABRIEL)
Eh, who dares interrupt my incantation?
GABRIEL
Die, vile necromancer!
[GABRIEL uses the “duel” command and slashes at NESTOR with his snake sword.]
NESTOR (in shock and disbelief)
No! I can’t be defeated by a lowly outlander! It was my destiny to rule….
[NESTOR uses “play dead” emote and falls behind the table. He exits upstage, and circles around backstage, changing into plate armor and arming himself with a great sword. LOUD GROWLING is suddenly heard offstage as he enters from stage right as THE WOLF.]
[Insert “Blackmoor Tides (Epic Pirate Battle Theme)” by Matthew Pablo]
GABRIEL
Oh no, it’s Nestor’s undead henchman, The Wolf!
[THE WOLF uses the “duel” command and begins swinging his massive great sword at GABRIEL. The two trade several blows at center stage in front of the table.]
THE WOLF (growling)
DIE! DIE! DIE!
GABRIEL
Die, you foul abomination!
[GABRIEL executes “double slash” command. THE WOLF roars out in pain.]
[THE WOLF slashes at GABRIEL with his great sword.]
GABRIEL (gasping)
Shannon….
[GABRIEL uses “play dead” emote and falls to the ground. THE WOLF stands there for a moment looking down at GABRIEL, then grunts, turns and exits stage right.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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Scene change
[GABRIEL gets up and exits stage right. Members of the cast remove the items on the table and bring out two chairs which they place at opposite ends. A candelabra is placed in the middle of the table.]
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[Insert “Aria” by Joseph Gilbert/ Kistol]
NARRATOR:
After our mortally wounded hero loses consciousness, he suddenly finds himself on a terrace of a medieval castle which has been turned into a five star luxury hotel near the village of Cong, on the County Mayo –Galway border in Ireland, three years and three months ago…
SCENE II
[GABRIEL enters from stage right and SHANNON enters from stage left and both sit down at the table. GABRIEL is wearing a nice suit or tunic. SHANNON is wearing a red dress.]
SHANNON
Gabriel, did you hear me? What do you think about the anniversary gift I got for you?
GABRIEL (confused)
(whispering to himself) I was just killed by The Wolf. What am I doing back here at this particular place and time? Hmm…this doesn’t make any sense….
(normal volume, cheerful voice) Sorry, my love. I was utterly mesmerized by how stunningly beautiful you look in that red dress this evening. This white gold ankh pendant is absolutely wonderful. Where did you find it?
SHANNON
I was walking in the village the other day after our horseback ride and saw it on display in the window of the jewelry store. The proprietor, a tall, white bearded fellow named Di Merlot, told me it supposedly once belonged to Bres, the legendary king of the Tuatha De Denann, and husband of the Celtic goddess, Brigid.
GABRIEL
Oh, really? Didn’t your grandmother tell me at our wedding reception that your bloodline is descended from Brigid?
SHANNON (laughing)
That’s just a silly family rumor! You know perfectly well that I never believed it to be true!
GABRIEL
Well, you will always be a goddess to me… These past five years, you have brought me so much joy and happiness.
I was just thinking how lucky I am to have found someone as wonderful as you with whom to spend the rest of my life.
SHANNON
I feel the same way. The view from out here on the terrace is stunning. I am so glad that we decided to return here to Ashford Castle on the shore of Lough Corrib in Ireland for our fifth wedding anniversary.
(Loop as needed. Music fades out.)
(Insert “Ireland’s Coast (Travelog Edition – Live Players)” by Matthew Pablo)
GABRIEL
I just love this Irish tune. Care to join me for a dance?
SHANNON
I would love to, dear.
[Both GABRIEL and SHANNON get up and begin to dance, using the “dance” emote. The other cast members, dressed in tunics and dresses, enter from both stage right and stage left and join in the dancing as well. Once the song finishes playing, everyone stops dancing. The other cast members turn to face both GABRIEL and SHANNON and clap. Both GABRIEL and SHANNON turn to their left and right and bow to the other cast members and take their seats. The other cast members exit both stage right and stage left.]
[Insert “Destroy The Divine” by Sketchy Logic]
SHANNON
All that dancing left me all hot and sweaty. I need something cool and refreshing.
GABRIEL
Ah, I believe that a nice dessert would be in order.
[COUNT ABERON enters from stage left and approaches the table. He is dressed as a waiter.]
COUNT ABERON
I do hope that the both of you enjoyed your meal this evening. Milady, this dessert is compliments of the chef. Happy fifth wedding anniversary!
[COUNT ABERON takes a silver bowl from his inventory and places it on the table in front of SHANNON.]
SHANNON
Oh my! Apple Amber, my favorite dessert! Gabriel, did you put the chef up to this?
GABRIEL
Well, I might have mentioned it to him…
SHANNON
Why aren’t you having any?
GABRIEL
After the first three courses – the warm tartlet of Fivemiletown goats cheese, cream of fennel and lime soup, and roasted rack of lamb, I am pretty full. Please indulge yourself, my dear!
[SHANNON begins consuming her dessert.]
[At the corner of the stage left, COUNT ABERON pulls out a Noble’s Magical Discourse Orb.]
COUNT ABERON
Mistress, it is done!
[THE ORACLE’S voice can be heard offstage.]
THE ORACLE
You have done well, Count Aberon! Go to the greenhouse located near the rear kitchen door. I will open the lunar rift for you in fifteen earth minutes.
COUNT ABERON
By your command, mighty Oracle!
[COUNT ABERON exits stage left.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “Netherplace” by Eric Matyas]
SHANNON
That Apple Amber was so good…
GABRIEL
I’m glad you enjoyed it, my darling! Hmm…that tall albino waiter seemed a bit odd. There was something unsettling about the way he smiled at you as he presented that dessert…
SHANNON
A wee bit jealous, are we? Gabriel, you should know better than to judge someone by their physical appearance!
GABRIEL
You’re right, my dear. Do you remember the first time we met at Cardiff International Arena?
SHANNON
Aye, how could I forget? (laughs) You were one of the twenty lucky members of my fan club who were randomly chosen to meet me backstage after my concert. You were so nervous that you became tongue-tied and dropped the photo you wanted me to autograph!
GABRIEL
Despite making a fool of myself, you still saw something in me that appealed to you and you invited me over for drinks later on. We were up all night talking about everything.
SHANNON
…And that’s when I knew I had finally found my soul mate. (sighs)
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “Sacred Omen” by Sketchy Logic]
[SHANNON suddenly starts coughing.]
GABRIEL
What’s wrong, my love?
SHANNON
It’s nothing…I think I’m coming down with a slight cold.
GABRIEL
Then we should get inside…
[GABRIEL rises from his chair.]
SHANNON
Don’t be silly, dear! I’ll be fine. I…
[SHANNON starts coughing more violently now. SHANNON rises from her chair and uses the “play dead” emote. She falls to the ground.]
GABRIEL (shouting)
SHANNON!
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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Scene change
[GABRIEL exits stage right and SHANNON exits stage left. Other cast members remove the table and chairs from the stage.]
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[Insert “At The Dimensional Gates” by Johan Brodd]
NARRATOR
Unlike native New Britannians, who are mortal, it is widely rumored that when Outlanders die, they enter a place called Limbo, where they exist until their body and spirit are reunited once again.
SCENE III
{GABRIEL enters stage right, now wearing his original leather armor.]
GABRIEL
I feel myself drawn to that bright white light in the distance…
[GABRIEL slowly walks across the stage. He stops at stage center as Shannon suddenly enters from stage left, adorned in a white robe.]
SHANNON
No, Gabriel, go back! It’s not your time yet! There is still so much you have to accomplish…
GABRIEL (sobbing)
It means nothing without you! I’ve felt so lost since you left me…
SHANNON
Oh, my love, you haven’t figured it out yet, have you? Although my physical form perished three years ago, I have always been with you…
GABRIEL
I don’t understand…
SHANNON (stretching out her left hand towards GABRIEL)
Remember…
GABRIEL (shouting)
No, Shannon, don’t leave me alone here in the void!
[SHANNON slowly moves backward and exits stage left. GABRIEL stretches out his right hand and moves backward, exiting stage right.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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Scene change
[Cast members bring out a bed and a chair which they place center stage.}
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[Insert ”Sad Orchestral Theme” by Gichco]
NARRATOR
Our hero now finds himself in a hospital room at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York City, three years ago…
SCENE IV
[SHANNON enters from stage left and uses the “lie down” command after she sits on the bed. GABRIEL enters from stage right and sits down in the chair, which is located behind the bed. A beeping heart monitor can be heard in the background.]
[JESSICA enters from stage right and walks over to GABRIEL.]
JESSICA
Has Shannon regained consciousness?
GABRIEL (in a sad voice)
No, not yet. I just don’t understand how this is possible, Jessica. Three months ago, we were celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary and Shannon was in perfect health.
Now she has Stage IV lung cancer and the doctors tell me she only has a few hours left to live…
JESSICA
I’m so sorry to hear that, Gabriel. I wish there was more I could do to help you now in your time of need.
GABRIEL
Just being here has been of great comfort to me, Jessica. Thank you for flying here from Los Angeles on such short notice. You’re my oldest and dearest friend.
JESSICA
Gabriel, you were there for me when I was going through my messy divorce from Jordan last year, so I could do no less for you. I was so afraid I would lose custody of my teenage daughter Lori to him because of his wealth and powerful connections. Thanks to you and your lawyer friend, Ronald Pembroke, Lori and I are able to start our lives anew without having to worry about reprisal or lack of financial security. Lori really looks up to you, you know. She tells me that she wants to be a great writer someday like her “uncle” Gabriel.
GABRIEL
I read her latest manuscript for her upcoming book of poetry. She is very talented. I foresee a bright future for her in the literary world!
JESSICA
That’s good to know. But, let’s get back to the subject at hand. Were the doctors able to identify the virus responsible for Shannon’s condition?
GABRIEL
No, they say that it’s unlike anything they have ever seen. They suspect that it might even be extraterrestrial in nature. And there’s something really odd about the virus…
JESSICA
And what might that be?
GABRIEL
On the outer surface of the virus is a rather ominous looking eye!
JESSICA
How is that possible?
GABRIEL
The doctors aren’t sure. All they know for certain is that the virus is completely unaffected by radiation or any drug currently used in chemotherapy.
Anything they throw at it seems to be absorbed by the virus and the eye on the outer surface glows momentarily…
JESSICA
That is very odd…
GABRIEL
Indeed. I…
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “You Were My Brother (Live Orchestra)” by Matthew Pablo]
[SHANNON can be heard moaning as she regains consciousness.]
SHANNON (weakly)
Gabriel…
GABRIEL
Yes, darling, I’m here…
SHANNON (weakly)
I know my body is failing…
GABRIEL (sobbing loudly)
No, don’t say that!
SHANNON (weakly)
Don’t cry, my love…
GABRIEL (sobbing loudly)
I can’t help myself! This is so unfair!
SHANNON (weakly)
I know it is, my love. A year ago, the future seemed so bright. We had just purchased our new penthouse on Park Avenue and were trying so hard to have a baby. I even picked out a name for our future daughter.
GABRIEL
Oh really, my beloved?
SHANNON
Yes, if we had a daughter, I would have named her Chariya.
GABRIEL (sobbing)
That is such a lovely name. You would have made a wonderful mother!
SHANNON
And you would have made a fine father. Alas, it was not meant to be. (sighs) But I take comfort in knowing that this is not the end. We will be reunited again someday.
GABRIEL
In the afterlife?
SHANNON (her voice now a faint whisper)
No, much sooner than that.
GABRIEL (confused)
I don’t understand…
SHANNON (faint whisper)
Not now, my darling, but in time you will….Until we meet again, my love….
[Heart monitor beeping in the background flatlines.]
GABRIEL (screaming)
Nooo….!
JESSICA
I’m so sorry, Gabriel…
GABRIEL (sobbing loudly)
Shannon, don’t leave me!
JESSICA (in a soothing voice)
There, there. Let it all out, Gabriel!
[GABRIEL casts “light” , which symbolizes Shannon’s soul exiting her body and entering the white gold ankh pendant he would normally be wearing around his neck.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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Scene change
[GABRIEL and JESSICA exit stage right, while SHANNON rises from her bed and exits stage left. Other cast members remove the bed and chair from the stage.]
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[Insert “At The Dimensional Gates” by Johan Brodd]
NARRATOR
After reliving both the happiest and saddest days of his life, our hero finds himself back in limbo
SCENE V
[GABRIEL enters from stage right, wearing his leather armor, and walks to stage center. SHANNON enters from stage left, wearing a white robe, and joins GABRIEL at stage center.]
SHANNON (joyful)
Now do you understand, Gabriel? My soul currently resides in the white gold ankh around your neck. You must reunite it with my new body, which is located somewhere in New Britannia. That is why you must live. We have been given another chance to start our lives over again in this realm!
GABRIEL
My love, how will I find you in this vast world and reunite your soul with your new body?
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “Rise of Spirit” by Alexandr Zhelanov]
SHANNON
Soon you will meet someone who will be able to aid you in your quest. Beware the Tall Albino Man, for it was he who infected me with that deadly virus, and he serves the forces of darkness.
GABRIEL (bitterly)
I knew there was something about the waiter I didn’t like! I should have trusted my instincts and done something at that time…
SHANNON
Don’t blame yourself, my darling! You couldn’t have known that he was up to no good. My time here is at an end. It’s time for you to return to the land of the living and begin your quest. Until next we meet, my love…
[SHANNON reaches out to GABRIEL as she slowly walks backward, exiting stage left.]
GABRIEL (yelling, as he reaches out to SHANNON)
SHANNON! What’s happening? I am being pulled backward towards that dark portal!
[GABRIEL walks slowly backward and exits stage right.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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[Insert “Elements” by Ove Melaa]
NARRATOR
After our hero’s spirit is pulled out of limbo, it is reunited with his newly regenerated physical form in Owls Nest. His killer, Nestor’s undead henchman, The Wolf, is unaware of our hero’s impending resurrection.
SCENE VI
[GABRIEL enters stage left, wearing his leather armor, and uses “play dead” emote near edge of stage, falling to the floor. THE WOLF enters stage right and stands near the edge of the stage facing stage right.]
[GABRIEL suddenly gets up (gasping for air) and uses the “duel” command, which THE WOLF accepts. GABRIEL casts “fireball” at THE WOLF.]
THE WOLF (roars in pain, turns to face GABRIEL, and draws his great sword.)
DIE! DIE! DIE!
[THE WOLF slowly begins walking across the stage towards GABRIEL.]
[GABRIEL casts “lightning” at THE WOLF, then draws his snake sword, and runs to stage center where he and THE WOLF trade a couple of sword strikes. GABRIEL suddenly uses the combat skill “double slash”, followed by the combat skill “whirling blades”. THE WOLF roars in pain one last time and then uses “play dead” emote, falling to the floor. GABRIEL sheathes his snake sword.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “At The Dimensional Gates” by Johan Brodd]
[THE WOLF gets up, but now he is wearing a white robe.]
THE WOLF (cheerful)
Gabriel, thank you so much for finally freeing me from my corpse’s shell! I felt so powerless watching my body doing that vile necromancer Nestor’s bidding. I can see my late wife and daughter standing over there, beckoning me to join them in the light. (THE WOLF uses “point” emote towards stage left).
GABRIEL
Good journey to you, my friend. May you finally find peace and happiness in the afterlife.
[THE WOLF bows to GABRIEL. He walks past GABRIEL, exiting stage left. GABRIEL turns to face stage left and stands there for a moment. Then, he turns around and exits stage right.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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Scene change
[Cast members bring out the table and place it parallel at stage center. THOMAS STRONGBEARD enters from stage right and stands to the left of the table. GABRIEL enters from stage right, wearing a suit of augmented plate armor (but with no helmet, of course) with a mug of ale in his right hand and stands to the right of the table. SHIVARA also enters from stage left and stands by the edge of the stage, observing both THOMAS STRONGBEARD and GABRIEL.]
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[Insert “Tavern” by yd]
NARRATOR
Our hero rests for a while before searching the rest of Owls Nest for any undiscovered treasures and eliminating any remaining Red Sash bandits he may have missed on his initial trek down to Nestor’s secret chamber. It’s been a long day for our hero and he is eager to return to the comforts of civilization.
SCENE VII
GABRIEL
…And so after I defeated The Wolf, I made my way back here to Owls Head and turned in the forty red sashes I obtained from the corpses of the Red Sash bandits to Lord Enmar
and collected my bounty. I sold all of their weapons to the vendor in the northern part of town and was able to purchase this nice new suit
of augmented plate armor, as well as an Elven bow and five hundred arrows, a great sword, a shiny, new, circular steel shield, and some reagents.
Then, I made my way down here to this fine establishment to nourish myself with this delicious bowl of mutton and this mug of fine Fire Mountain ale.
THOMAS STRONGBEARD
It sounds like you had quite an adventure, Gabriel. I am curious about one thing though. Do you think that vision you had of your late wife while you were in limbo was true, or merely a figment of your imagination?
GABRIEL
I’m not sure, Thomas. My head tells me it was probably just my imagination, but my heart hopes it was true.
THOMAS STRONGBEARD
Always follow your heart, my friend!
THOMAS STRONGBEARD (whispering)
But a word of warning, Gabriel. That symbol you described on the outer surface of the virus is the mark of the Oracle, who wields considerable influence on the mainland. Beware, for her Watchers are everywhere….
GABRIEL (speaks softly, with an angry tone in his voice)
Hmm…the Oracle? If this Tall Albino Man is one of her agents, she has much to answer for…
THOMAS STRONGBEARD (whispering)
To oppose The Oracle is to court death, my friend. Take care.
GABRIEL (speaks softly)
I will try to be more vigilant, Thomas. Thank you for the advice.
[At stage left, Shivara pulls out her Noble’s Magical Discourse Orb.]
SHIVARA
Mighty Oracle, I have located the outlander you have been seeking, Gabriel Nightshadow. He’s here at Fire Lotus tavern. That crazy old wizard, Nystal TimeLord, is here in Owls Head as well. I spotted him earlier buying decorations from a vendor for his newly purchased windmill house near the outskirts of the town.
[ORACLE’S voice is heard offstage.]
ORACLE
Excellent work, Shivara. I will dispatch Count Aberon and his sister, Vastra there shortly to deal with the two of them. Maintain surveillance until they arrive and make contact with you.
SHIVARA
Understood, mighty Oracle.
[Shivara puts her orb back in her backpack and exits stage left.]
THOMAS STONGBEARD (cheerful tone, normal volume now)
So, where are you off to now, Gabriel?
GABRIEL
I’m heading south to the town of Greystone to visit a new friend of mine, a mage by the name of Lord Baldrith.
He tells me that it’s a nice place to set down some roots. I’ll let you know how things turn out when I return here in a week for more supplies.
[GABRIEL consumes his mug of ale and places it back in his inventory.]
THOMAS STRONGBEARD
I look forward to seeing you then, Gabriel!
[GABRIEL uses “nod” emote, then turns and exits stage left.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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Scene change
[Cast members remove the table from stage center.]
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NARRATOR
Our hero departs Fire Lotus Tavern and proceeds to walk through the center of Owls Head, which is a buzz of activity. Several vendors are hawking their wares to the adventurers passing by. It is now late afternoon and our hero feels a sudden cool breeze which provides some relief on this hot summer day. A cheerful tune can be heard emanating from a nearby Aether Vibration Amplifier.
[Insert “Town Theme” by cynicmusic]
SCENE VIII
[ANNESE VANTREL, wearing leather armor, and THE VENDOR enter from stage right and stand at the edge of the stage, pretending to be deep in conversation. GABRIEL enters from stage left and stands at the edge of the stage.]
GABRIEL
Ah, all of the townspeople here in Owls Head seem so friendly! Eh, what’s this? The white gold ankh around my neck has suddenly started glowing.
Hmm… Wait a minute, that red haired woman in leather armor over there talking to that bearded vendor by the boulder. It’s…
GABRIEL (yelling)
Shannon! Wait! It’s me, Gabriel! She’s too far away to hear me…
[GABRIEL slowly makes his way across the stage.]
GABRIEL (gasping)
Darn it, this heavy plate armor is slowing me down…
[ANNESE completes her business with THE VENDOR, turns and exits stage right.]
[GABRIEL reaches the vendor and stops.]
GABRIEL (gasping)
My white gold ankh has stopped glowing! I can’t believe it! Everything my beloved Shannon told me is true! She is here in New Britannia!
GABRIEL
You, there! Who was that redheaded woman you were just conducting business with?
THE VENDOR
I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir…
GABRIEL
Perhaps these 10 gold pieces will help refresh your memory…
THE VENDOR
Ah yes, I remember now! The woman said her name was Annese Vantrel. She bought some house furnishings from me. I don’t know where she came from, but from the way she was armed and handled herself, I suspect that she is an assassin…
GABRIEL
She’s an assassin? Which way was she headed? Wait, I see her now up ahead, turning at that fork in the road by the forest!
[GABRIEL exits stage right. THE VENDOR exits upstage.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
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SCENE IX
[ANNESE VANTREL enters from stage right and stands at the edge of the stage facing stage right. GABRIEL enters from stage left and stands near the edge of the stage, staring at ANNESE.]
[ANNESE uses the “ponder “emote.]
GABRIEL (shouting)
Annese! Annese Vantrel!
[ANNESE turns to face GABRIEL.]
ANNESE
Yes, I am Annese Vantrel. Excuse me, but do I know you?
GABRIEL
It’s a long story. My name is…
[INSERT “Blackmoor Colossus (Colossal Boss Battle Theme)” by Matthew Pablo]
[Evil laughter is heard from offstage as COUNT ABERON enters from stage right. He is wearing a Founder tunic, a hood, and an Obsidian cape.]
COUNT ABERON
You’re too late, Gabriel! I found her first… Count Aberon, at your service! (bows towards ANNESE.)
ANNESE (surprised)
I can’t move!
GABRIEL (surprised)
Neither can I!
COUNT ABERON (walks to the right of ANNESE and then turns to face her).
Ah, you’re so beautiful, my dear! No wonder Gabriel desires you so much. Once I reunite your soul with this new body, I will take you as my eternal bride!
ANNESE (defiant)
I would never be interested in a monster such as you!
GABRIEL (yelling)
Get away from her, Count Aberon, or you will regret it!
COUNT ABERON (turns to face Gabriel and laughs)
Oh really? You are powerless to stop me!
[COUNT ABERON turns back to face ANNESE.]
COUNT ABERON
As for you, my dear, I think a change in attitude is in order. Look into my eyes…
ANNESE (confused)
Eh? What are you doing to me? I…hate you…no, I love you… so much, Aberon! I can’t wait until we are married and I look forward to bearing you many children!
GABRIEL (screaming)
NO!!!!
COUNT ABERON (lustfully)
Yes, my dear. I do so look forward to our wedding night…
[COUNT ABERON uses the “blow kiss” emote.]
[GABRIEL manages to draw his great sword and takes a step forward. He inches forward slowly, one step at a time.]
GABRIEL (breathing heavily, as he struggles to move)
I am…going…to…kill…you…albino…monster!
COUNT ABERON (turning to face GABRIEL)
Most impressive! You should not be able to move at all. You willpower is really quite extraordinary. But you are no match for me!
[COUNT ABERON uses “point” emote towards GABRIEL.]
COUNT ABERON
Now why don’t you just stop right there and sheath your sword…
[GABRIEL stops at stage center and sheathes his sword.]
GABRIEL (yelling)
Curse you! You’re taking some perverse pleasure in this, aren’t you?
[COUNT ABERON walks over to GABRIEL and stands to his left.]
COUNT ABERON (laughing gleefully)
Of course, I am! Soon I will suck the very life out of you and my revenge will be complete!
GABRIEL (confused)
Revenge? What are you talking about? I never met you prior to three years ago…
COUNT ABERON
Ah, Gabriel, you hurt my feelings…although my name and face have changed somewhat since last we met all those many years ago, surely you remember me?
GABRIEL
No…who are you?
COUNT ABERON
Let me refresh your memory. I am…
[NYSTAL TIMELORD enters from stage left, wearing a robe and carrying a staff.]
NYSTAL TIMELORD (with a booming voice)
Get away from him, Aberon!
[NYSTAL TIMELORD uses “duel” command, which COUNT ABERON accepts, and then casts “lightning” at him!]
COUNT ABERON (screaming in pain)
ARRGH! Curse you, Timelord! You may have won this battle, but Vastra and I will be coming soon for you and your friend, Gabriel!
NYSTAL TIMELORD (defiant)
We’ll be ready and waiting!
[Both COUNT ABERON and ANNESE exit stage right.]
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “Flights of Fancy” by Eliot Corley]
GABRIEL (confused)
Thank you for rescuing me, kind sir! But where did Aberon and Annese disappear to?
NYSTAL TIMELORD
They were never really here, Gabriel. You lost track of Annese here in the woods after she concluded her business with that vendor. Count Aberon was merely using his mental powers to torment you. He projected an illusion of Annese into your mind and then launched a mental attack against you. Good thing I turned up when I did, or you probably would have died of a brain hemorrhage! We definitely need to work on improving your mental defenses…
GABRIEL
I see…Who are you and how did you know I was here?
NYSTAL TIMELORD
My name is Nystal Timelord. I’ve been expecting you, Gabriel, but you arrived in Owls Head much earlier than I had anticipated. It’s a good thing I happened to run into one of the Oracle’s spies who has been shadowing me for the last several days. I showed Shivara the error of her ways and she told me about her mission.
GABRIEL
Hmm…What should we do now?
NYSTAL TIMELORD
Count Aberon and his sister will be arriving here soon, so I think it is best that we leave Owls Head with all due haste. This will help aid us in our escape.
[NYSTAL TIMELORD casts a “light” spell.]
GABRIEL
What did you just do?
NYSTAL TIMELORD
I just cast a spell to alter how other people perceive us. Look into this mirror.
GABRIEL
Hmm…you now appear as a middle-aged baldheaded man wearing an orange robe and I appear as a young, short, fat fellow wearing glasses and a brown monk’s robe.
NYSTAL TIMELORD
Ah yes, I now appear as I did in my younger days, and you have taken on the appearance of my former traveling companion, the learned scholar, Theodric. This will allow us to slip past the Oracle’s spies and the members of the Homeguard.
GABRIEL
Who are the Homeguard?
NYSTAL TIMELORD
The Homeguard are a group of native Novians led by a rather charismatic young fellow named Marius. He has been rather effective at turning public sentiment against outlanders, as evidenced by this copy of the most recent Braemar Gazette.
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “Beyond The Clouds (Theme for Modern Broadcast)” by Matthew Pablo]
NARRATOR:
NEWSFLASH – JACK TWITT MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD! By Anasche Cumberbatch. Authorities in Braemar are investigating the mysterious disappearance of local resident Jack Twitt, last seen exiting the local tavern late Friday evening. Eyewitnesses report that Mr. Twitt, who was a close personal friend of Lord Enmar, was rather inebriated that evening, lamenting how much he missed his “Hollywood” lifestyle and his recent rejection for membership by The New Britannia Theater Troupe. A search of his home suggests that he may have been abducted or even killed, as evidenced by all of the smashed furniture and blood splatter found in his library.
When contacted, one of the cofounders of the Troupe, Asclepius, had this to say. “Yes, it is true that Mr. Twitt applied to join our group, but Lord Baldrith and I felt that his acting skills were only average. Furthermore, during his audition, he was rather arrogant and kept hitting on our lead actresses, Amber Raine and Lady Adnor. In light of all this, we felt that he would be a disruptive influence to our organization and decided to reject his application.”
Many of the local residents did not seem to have a very high opinion of Mr. Twitt, who was rumored to be an Outlander, either. Samuel Longfellow, a local farmer, complained that Mr. Twitt had seduced his innocent teenage daughter, Melody, and had gotten her pregnant. Aram Bognor, the local blacksmith, claimed that Mr. Twitt had also seduced the wives of many of the village’s most prominent citizens, which allowed him to live rather lavishly in this small farming community. Jax Crumfelt, his next door neighbor, complained that Mr. Twitt was a rather obnoxious fellow who cluttered his front yard with many garish lawn decorations and often held loud, wild parties at his town home late at night on the weekends.
Rumors that the authorities had received a note from the mysterious anti-Outlander group, the Homeguard, claiming responsibility for Mr. Twitt’s disappearance were flatly denied by their official spokesman, Captain Norden Haktell, however, our good friend, Guard Bob, was able to confirm its existence. It should be noted that Guard Bob was suddenly transferred to the port city of Ardoris late last night and his duties have been assumed by his replacement, Guard Michael (formerly of Owls Head)…
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[Insert “Flights of Fancy” by Eliot Corley]
GABRIEL
Hmm…that is quite disturbing news indeed. I guess we should keep a low profile. So where should we go now? You are more familiar with the Hidden Vale than I am.
NYSTAL TIMELORD
We should continue to Greystone as you originally planned. I have not seen Lord Baldrith in quite some time…
GABRIEL (surprised)
You know Lord Baldrith? He saved my life when I first came through the lunar rift and was attacked by a band of elves!
NYSTAL TIMELORD (chuckling)
Yes, it was rather fortunate that he happened to be in the area at the time… Lord Baldrith is my former apprentice.
GABRIEL (suspicious)
Hmm…that’s quite a coincidence. Is there any other information you care to share with me?
NYSTAL TIMELORD
We have much to discuss on the long road south to Greystone, my good friend, Gabriel. Let us be off now…
[Loop as needed. Music fades out.]
[GABRIEL and NYSTAL TIMELORD exit stage right.]
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SCENE X
NARRATOR
…And now for your listening enjoyment, our two leads, the dashing Asclepius, and the lovely High Priestess of Chaos, Amber Raine, will perform the love theme from our play, “The Ballad of Gabriel and Shannon”, with lyrics by Gabriel Nightshadow and Asclepius, sung to the well known Irish tune, “Danny Boy”.
[GABRIEL, wearing a white wedding tuxedo (from the add-on store), enters from stage right and stands at the edge of the stage, facing stage left. SHANNON, wearing a white wedding dress (also from the add-on store), enters from stage left and stands at the edge of the stage, facing stage right.]
[Insert “The Ballad of Gabriel and Shannon” by Gabriel Nightshadow and Asclepius]
I stand alone, in Beran’s Reach upon the wall
And dream of days, and times that used to be
When we would ride, nine years ago in early fall
Through Ireland’s glens and countryside so free
We spoke of life, of hopes and dreams both old and new
We shared in meals, and watched the days unfold
My castle home on Moher’s cliffs had such a view
We never dreamed that life could turn so cold
Chorus
A mismatched pair, a singer and a writer we
From different worlds, yet both so strong and bold
Within a year, we knew that this was meant to be
And in our hearts knew that our joining was foretold
In midday’s sun, I heard a white dove sing above
I kissed your lips, and knelt upon one knee
A diamond ring was then a token of my love
To beg you share eternity with me
I cried with joy, as it was placed upon my hand
Within a year I then became your wife
At Ashford Castle, in proud County Galway’s land
We gave our rings, and started our new life
Chorus
But in five years, a stranger came into our world
A tall albino man, with powers unknown
The plague he gave you took you from this mortal world
And I was left to wander sadly on my own
He took my life, through magic dark and most deadly
But fate stepped in, and gave us hope anew
In dream I came to you in Owl’s Nest quietly
A day ago, to prove my love was true
He serves a mistress who has granted him a boon
Eternal life, but at enormous price
My only love, I pray that you will find me soon
Or I’m condemned to be this monster’s wife
Chorus
And I will find you, where e’er the road leads me
From Elysium to Port Graff I’ll roam
I’ll slay that evil man and bring you home with me
And we will start a new life in our brand new home
Oh Shannon dear …………………………. I love you so!
[As the song progresses, both GABRIEL and SHANNON slowly start walking across the stage towards each other, meeting at stage center. When the song ends, both GABRIEL and SHANNON turn towards the audience and bow.]
[Insert “Enchanted Festival” by Matthew Pablo]
[All of the other cast members join GABRIEL and SHANNON on stage and use the “dance” emote as the music credits roll.]
Music Credits
“Sacred Omen” by Sketchy Logic
“Radakan – Old Crypt” by Janne Hanhisuanto
“Evil Temple Ambiance Loop” by Brandon Morris
“Blackmoor Tides (Epic Pirate Battle Theme)” by Matthew Pablo at www.matthewpablo.com
“Aria” by Joseph Gilbert/Kistol
“Ireland’s Coast (Travelog Edition – Live Players) by Matthew Pablo at www.matthewpablo.com
“Destroy The Divine” by Sketchy Logic
“Netherplace” by Eric Matyas
“At The Dimensional Gates” by Johan Brodd
“Sad Orchestral Theme” by Gicho
“You Were My Brother (Live Orchestra)” by Matthew Pablo at www.matthewpablo.com
“Rise of Spirit” By Alexandr Zhelanov at https://soundcloud.com/alexandr-zhelanov
“Elements” by Ove Melaa
“Tavern” by yd
“Town Theme” by cynicmusic
“Blackmoor Colossus (Colossal Boss Battle Theme)” by Matthew Pablo at www.matthewpablo.com
“Flights of Fancy” by Eliot Corley
“Beyond The Clouds (Theme for Modern Broadcast)” by Matthew Pablo at www.matthewpablo.com
“Enchanted Festival” by Matthew Pablo at www.matthewpablo.com
All music tracks used can also be found at www.opengameart.org
THE END
[Loop as needed. Music fades out. The entire cast bows to the audience.]
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another of Mark’s fascinating tales from Vyrin.
I am also delighted to be ably assisted in this podcast by Solstar.
Background music “The Homestead”, by Smartsound
Mark’s Tales of the Unremarkable, Number 36
The Getaway
Day 274, post adventus
There’s a knock on the cottage door. Usually this would be unnerving, but I had been expecting it.
“Good to see you Devon.”
“You ready to go?”
“Always am. You see what this cottage looks like! The few things I want to keep I hide elsewhere.”
“My duties don’t allow me that sort of freedom anymore, I’m jealous.”
“Well freedom is a curious thing, there are good and bad types.”
“See this is why I wanted to bring you along. You know how to start the strangest conversations! Most of my fellow guards can barely mumble. But save it for the road. We’ve got a few days ride down to Righ Inis. We’ll take our time and get into all sorts of topics.”
“So I know you said you’ve got this cabin on the lake there, but I was thinking. How do you keep it safe since you hardly get a chance to get down there? How are you sure someone doesn’t move in or some beast doesn’t make it into a new lair, or even just tear it down.”
“Well back before I joined the guard, I’d look for adventure.”
“There’s that word again. Sometimes I think it’s used too much around here.”
“Anyway Mark, there was a young enchanter who was creating some dangerous items down in the swamp. I heard the rumors and took a few of my pals and went to stop him.”
“We traveled that bog up and down and couldn’t find his hideout. Never had so many mosquito bites in my life! The locals told us that yeah, people would come from different places and buy stuff and then go. We found the pattern of where they came and went and found the delivery guy so to speak. Well as we trailed the delivery guy, the enchanter appeared out of nowhere, placed his hands on the guy’s shoulders and walked him forward. They just disappeared.”
“Invisibility?”
“Not exactly. The delivery guy ran a pretty regular route. So we knew something was going on right at that exact spot. One time, when the enchanter appeared, my friend Astra rooted him. We were able to get him to tell us what was going on. He didn’t want to fight us, so he gave us stuff. He was rich. We made him promise to stop his little trade or next time we’d bring an army and tear down his tower.”
“Tower? Is that what was there?”
“Yeah his tower was there all along. He had created what he called a shield stone. It made anyone who looked at or approached the tower just not see it. If you try to walk toward it, you veer off around it without noticing or knowing why. Anyone he brought into the tower he had to walk forward and keep them from veering until they got past the effect.”
“Pretty handy to keep a little sanctuary for yourself down by a lake?”
“Yeah I made him switch its effect to me. My cabin won’t ever be touched, and I can always choose who I bring in.”
“I guess adventuring does have its rewards.”
“Well let’s get going, want to spend as much time on that lake as we can, fishing for dinner! Grab your pack. The horses are outside. The stable master didn’t mind loaning you a horse for some reason. Didn’t charge me!”
“Yeah, he’s a good fellow.”
“Ok, you can tell me about that on the way too.”
“Wait, I’m the one who likes to focus on other people.”
