Posted by Laxami on October 24, 1999 at 12:39:53:
In Reply to: "Ktytha" posted by Kylaris on October 22, 1999 at 14:28:33:
> This is the final performance of the play "Ktytha", written by Taerin and performed by several Troupers. > CAST > > Gobnait holds Ktytha tightly about the waist. > Gobnait draws back, removing her arms from Ktytha's waist. > Gobnait says 'You've been looking a bit fat, my treat.' > Gobnait pushes Ktytha off her lap suddenly. > Jacynth begins to tremble and quiver, stumbling off Nebrevata's lap uncerimoniously. > Gobnait whispers 'Trust given. So foolish.' > Gobnait lurches away, keening softly. > Saldorin lumbers slowly into view, his gaze focusing on Ktytha. > Jacynth walks onstage, holding her belly and wobbling a bit as she walks, a pain in her step. > Ewan says 'dieing men....dead....bah....' > Jacynth tries to conceal a wry smile that slips across her face. > Ewan says 'If she accidentally happens to be....held....softened, and mauled in this raid.....' > Ewan says 'I think we can fill the post' > Jacynth looks confused suddenly and asks in a softer voice. > Ewan utters the words 'parh dudasabru'. > Saldorin begins stomping up and down on Jaragh. > Armisael screams soundlessly, as he becomes engulfed in flames. > Jacynth grabs the baby to her chest, clutching it tightly, bursting into fresh tears. > Jacynth wields a silver dagger. > Jacynth looks down at the blood soaked dagger in her hands and turns it towards herself, quickly plunging the dagger once through her heart and twisting it, falling over slowly. > Taerin gasps in astonishment. > Gobnait lowers a sapphire blue curtain over the dead and bleeding corpse of Ktytha. It was a really nice play. I loved it. But I was not in the Inn when they played. I wish I was there. Anyway I enjoyed it.
> I edited it to remove prompts and other irrelevancies, but some grammatical errors may have crept in during that process. So don't blame them on the performers.
> Ktytha, Citizen of the Empire : Jacynth
> Nebrevata, Imperial High Arcanus : Gobnait
> Reniver, Imperial Warmaster : Taerin
> Agorinth, Imperial High Priest : Saldorin
> Jaragh, Knight of Thera : Armisael
> Genofen, Emperor of Thera : Ewan
> Taerin walks up to the center of the stage, faces the audience, and bows slightly.
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> Taerin says 'Welcome to the Troupe's production of Ktytha!'
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> Taerin says 'This is a play regarding the past generation of imperial citizens, though written as a 'passion play'... a performance designed to espouse some virtue or vice, or outlook.'
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> Taerin says 'As it *does* involve these past citizens, you may also regard it as a historical work, or at the least, a satire.'
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> Taerin scans west.
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> Taerin says 'Again, thank you for coming, and we hope you enjoy the play.'
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> Taerin bows, steps off the stage, and dons a black tunic.
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> Taerin raises a sapphire blue curtain to reveal a large throne covered in arcane symbols.
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> Gobnait wears a frowning mask painted with arcane symbols on her head.
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> Gobnait walks to the throne, her black robes crackling as they drag on the floor.
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> Jacynth enters quietly, moving quickly towards Nebrevata, curtseying deeply.
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> Gobnait stands by the throne, staring out at you from behind her mask.
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> Jacynth smiles at Nebrevata and asks:
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> Jacynth says 'You summoned me Mistress?'
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> Gobnait nods ever so slightly.
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> Gobnait says 'Arcanus.'
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> Gobnait kisses Ktytha passionately through her mask.
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> Gobnait hops onto the throne, her movements seeming a little looser and human than before.
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> Gobnait beckons to Ktytha.
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> Jacynth climbs up onto Nebrevata's lap, cozing there.
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> Gobnait says 'And how do we serve the Empire, my treat?'
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> Jacynth leans in kissing Nebrevata squarely on the lips.
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> Gobnait snuggles close to Ktytha, fingering her hair with one hand.
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> Jacynth says 'You know how we serve the Empire, my Mistress.'
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> Jacynth draws a finger down Nebrevata's cheek sensuously.
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> Gobnait leans into the finger on her cheek.
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> Jacynth motions about herself widely.
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> Jacynth says 'See these numerous corpses of our enemies here?'
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> Jacynth says 'Have I not donated nicely?'
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> Gobnait says 'You have, girl.'
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> Gobnait says 'You please me greatly. Here, a small gift of the truly enlightened to wear.'
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> Gobnait gives (Glowing) a silver comb to Ktytha.
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> Gobnait says 'Someday, all of Thera will be as that island.'
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> Gobnait says 'Pure...'
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> Gobnait says 'Without those...'
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> Jacynth leans in closer to Nebrevata breathing softly in her ear, placing the comb carefully in her hair just peeking out behind the mask.
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> Gobnait shudders slightly with pleasure at the breath in her ear and then shrugs .
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> Jacynth says 'Oh thank you Mistress. It is beautiful!'
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> Jacynth traces a finger along the comb lightly.
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> Gobnait plays with Ktytha's hair, arranging it around the comb.
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> Jacynth says 'Someday, we enlightened ones will rule!'
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> Jacynth tosses her head saucily.
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> Jacynth says 'I heard those _fools_...'
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> Jacynth frowns.
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> Gobnait rubs her face against Ktytha, seeming to drink deeply of her scent, then sits back slightly, a frown on her face.
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> Gobnait cocks her head slightly, listening.
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> Jacynth says '...were causing a ruckus last night..'
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> Guthrie nods at Jacynth.
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> Jacynth rolls her eyes, disgusted.
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> Gobnait snorts in disgust.
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> Gobnait says 'Genofen, bah.'
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> Gobnait spits out the names like nails.
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> Gobnait says 'Reniver. Agorinth.'
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> Gobnait says 'They do not think. Stupid oxen.'
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> Gobnait pauses and taps the cheek of her mask, making an eerie hollow noise.
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> Gobnait says 'But they have made me think.'
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> Jacynth nods in agreement, her eyes peering deeply into Nebrevata's as she licks her lips.
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> Gobnait holds Ktytha closer about the waist.
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> Gobnait says 'Genofen and Agorinth made Reniver drunk for their amusement.'
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> Jacynth says 'Oh?'
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> Gobnait says 'And you know how liquor loosens tongues..'
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> Gobnait says 'He made several boasts that interest me.'
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> Gobnait peers closely at Ktytha, her eyes flashing in the shadows of her mask.
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> Jacynth blanches a pale pasty white and stammers a bit.
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> Jacynth says 'Err...well..he's taken a few blows to the head you know...'
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> Jacynth says 'Coarse peasant!'
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> Jacynth spits in utter disgust!
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> Jacynth says 'I'd scarcely believe a word he said sober. '
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> Gobnait makes some soft grunting noises.
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> Gobnait says 'Go.'
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> Gobnait says 'Stand over there.'
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> Gobnait points imperiously.
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> Jacynth hurries to the place she was ordered and stands there sheepishly.
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> Gobnait says 'Surely you would never betray our gender.''
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> Gobnait whispers 'Never betray ME.'
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> Gobnait utters the words 'oculoinfra aniuleiom'.
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> Jacynth gasps seeing the fury in her eyes.
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> Gobnait yells 'AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
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> Gobnait jolts to her feet and stares at Ktytha, her entire body shaking.
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> Gobnait slaps Ktytha across the face, sending her sprawling.
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> Gobnait says 'You BITCH! You're PREGNANT!!!'
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> Jacynth falls backward into a corner, shaking and speaking through quivering lips.
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> Gobnait says 'Traitor!'
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> Jacynth says 'No, no, Mistress! You're mistaken!'
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> Gobnait snarls in disgust.
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> Gobnait whispers 'I cannot believe this.'
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> Jacynth says 'It isn't as you suppose!'
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> Gobnait says 'AIGH!!'
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> Gobnait shakes her head madly, flinging her black curls from side to side.
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> Gobnait shoves Ktytha full in the chest, sending her sprawling.
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> Armisael leaves west.
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> Gobnait yells 'Get out of my sight! Out!'
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> Jacynth tumbles about with the shove and sobs quietly on the floor.
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> Gobnait stares at Ktytha, tears streaming down her mask, and points a trembling finger at her.
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> Gobnait utters the words 'xafe ay candusqarr'.
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> Jacynth disappears.
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> Gobnait stands alone, her chest heaving.
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> Gobnait slaps herself hollowly on the face.
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> Gobnait says 'Ugh.'
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> Taerin lowers a sapphire blue curtain, and soft scraping sounds are heard from beyond.
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> Gobnait stops using a frowning mask painted with arcane symbols.
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> Taerin strips off the black tunic.
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> Taerin wears a furry mask showing a felar's visage on his head.
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> Taerin hands the tunic to Gobnait.
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> Gobnait wears the black tunic and raises a sapphire blue curtain to reveal a temple altar, a stuffed healer with a New Thalos sign stuck to it, and New Thalos temple Scenery.
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> Gobnait giggles.
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> Ewan smiles happily.
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> Jacynth sits in the middle of the stage, her head in her hands, noticably sobbing, her shoulders shaking up and down with each fresh outburst.
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> Gobnait raises a sapphire blue curtain again to reveal a temple altar, a stuffed healer with a New Thalos sign stuck to it, and New Thalos temple Scenery.
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> Taerin appears in the room.
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> Jacynth says 'Why? Oh why!?'
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> Taerin cackles as he slicks fresh blood and bits of flesh from his blade.
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> Jacynth sobs in misery.
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> Taerin raises an eyebrow at Ktytha's weird actions.
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> Jacynth shakes her head in dismay.
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> Taerin says 'Hey, sweet treat, my pretty thing...'
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> Taerin looks at Jacynth.
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> Jacynth hears the voice and the look on her face turns to a scowl.
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> Taerin says 'Eh. What's with you?'
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> Jacynth says 'Reniver! I...I'm going to have your baby!'
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> Taerin blinks and stares stupidly at Ktytha for a moment.
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> Jacynth says 'You fool! I cannot believe I ever trusted you.'
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> Taerin glances slowly around the room, his face twitching slightly.
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> Taerin whispers 'MY baby?'
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> Jacynth spits in disgust at Reniver.
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> Taerin boggles at the concept.
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> Taerin says 'Is that possible?!'
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> Jacynth growls.
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> Jacynth says 'Apparently so, you flea ridden mess!'
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> Jacynth rubs her stomach in a slow circle.
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> Jacynth says 'I'll be having it soon, too.'
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> Taerin says 'ehhh, no, no, NO you SLUT!! You're wrong!'
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> Jacynth spits out the words angrily.
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> Taerin makes a whimpering sound as he throws down a small globe.
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> Taerin vanishes!
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> Jacynth gasps in astonishment.
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> Jacynth falls back, her eyes full of tears and her face a mask of despair.
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> Jacynth sits herself upright and sighs heavily.
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> Jacynth whispers 'A baby..'
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> Jacynth whispers 'No Warmaster, No Arcanus...just a baby...'
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> Jacynth looks down at her growing belly, scowling a bit more, she continues to sob.
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> Jacynth sniffs sadly and looks up, wiping a tear from her cheek.
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> Saldorin says 'Eh, what's the matter with you?'
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> Jacynth says 'Oh, High Priest.._High_ Priest....'
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> Jacynth blinks innocently.
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> Jacynth scoots over closer to Agorinth and nuzzles up against his leg, her eyes wide.
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> Jacynth says 'Oh High Divine Leader...I am sooooo sorrowful.'
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> Jacynth lets the words roll off her tongue with a sticky sweet whine.
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> Jacynth peers up at Agorinth wide eyed and whines some more.
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> Jacynth says 'Sooooo sorrowful...'
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> Jacynth says 'Come and I will tell you my tale...'
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> Jacynth puts her hand in Agorinth's, letting him pull her to her feet and she leads him away by the hand.
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> Gobnait lowers a sapphire blue curtain.
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> Gobnait raises a sapphire blue curtain.
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> Taerin looks at Ewan.
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> Armisael adjusts his dragonmask slightly.
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> Jacynth shakes her head and talks to herself more than to anyone else.
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> Jacynth says 'Loving Agorinth is easier than _loving_ Agorinth.'
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> Jacynth sighs.
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> Jacynth says 'No more fire giants for me..'
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> Jacynth continues offstage, still wobbling from side to side.
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> Saldorin stumbles forward, sliding to a halt with a look of embarrassment on his face.
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> Saldorin quickly scans the area to see if anyone noticed, and then tries to nonchalantly wander away.
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> Gobnait lowers a sapphire blue curtain, and soft scraping sounds are heard from beyond.
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> Gobnait gets chocolate cake from a leather backpack.
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> Gobnait raises a sapphire blue curtain to reveal some Balator scenery and a sign reading 'The Balator Orphanage'.
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> Armisael steps proudly onto the stage.
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> Armisael has created a Golden Sword!
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> Armisael wields a Golden Sword.
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> Jacynth walks towards Jaragh, a tiny squirming bundle wrapped in a tattered blanket in her hands.
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> Armisael says 'What do you want, you Imperial Witch? Come to slaughter more of my defenseless Orphans, have you?'
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> Armisael growls.
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> Jacynth nearly throws the child into Jaragh's arms, speaking nary a word she turns quickly on her heel, leaving the baby behind in a baffled Jaragh's arms.
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> Armisael looks down at the bundle, a look of horror and disgust spreading across his face.
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> Armisael whispers 'Dear Merciful Shokai...'
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> Armisael whispers 'Of what unholy union came this foul, wretched hellspawn?'
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> Armisael shrugs helplessly.
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> Armisael says 'I guess I'll just throw it in with the rest of them, perhaps Thrym will have a use for it.'
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> Armisael walks calmly off the stage.
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> Gobnait lowers a sapphire blue curtain, and soft scraping sounds are heard from beyond.
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> Gobnait raises a sapphire blue curtain to reveal an ornate Imperial throne.
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> Ewan enters and sits on the throne, playing with the ornamentation a bit.
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> Ewan says 'Ktytha.....'
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> Ewan says 'KTYTHA!!! Bring Yourself!!!'
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> Jacynth pops into existence.
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> Jacynth scrambles towards Genofen, crawling up into his lap.
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> Jacynth says 'Yes, my Emperor? I am yours to command.'
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> Jacynth leans in and kisses Genofen passionately.
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> Ewan says 'mmm....yes....Ktytha, You embody what an Arcanus should be...'
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> Jacynth looks up at Genofen, feigning adoration.
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> Jacynth says 'I am glad I please my Emperor. '
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> Ewan says 'yes, Perform well in this next raid, and perhaps I'll let you spend some more time...with the...wildcat....'
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> Jacynth nuzzles up against Genofen.
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> Jacynth winces and then quickly recovers, plastering a smile back onto her face.
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> Jacynth says 'Ooh, you know how I do like that.'
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> Jacynth starts moaning.
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> Taerin falls down laughing.
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> Ewan says 'That is not all dark temptress.....Nebrevata begins to tire me, with ehr talk of oppression, oppress more, more men, oppress.....'
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> Ewan says 'foolish nattering...'
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> Jacynth looks up, her interest piqued.
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> Jacynth can no longer conceal her outright pleasure at this turn of events and claps her hands together excitedly.
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> Jacynth says 'I certainly think so!'
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> Jacynth says 'Raid? What raid are you planning Emperor?'
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> Ewan says 'The cities to the south...they have lived too long without recognizing us......Tonight......'
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> Ewan says 'They will feel the wrath of the Empire'
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> Jacynth looks to the south, her breath catching in her throat.
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> Jacynth looks weak and slumps down in Genofen's lap as the color drains from her face.
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> Jacynth whispers 'Balator?'
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> Jacynth furrows her brow, concern rising up from deep within.
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> Jacynth says 'Not Balator!'
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> Ewan looks at Ktytha questioningly, and raises his voice.
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> Ewan says 'Yes!.....Balator'
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> Jacynth frowns deeply, her forehead creasing as the worry on her face grows more apparent.
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> Ewan says 'I will speak to you after the battle. Go...now'
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> Ewan utters the words, 'xafe ay canduqarr'.
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> Jacynth disappears.
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> Gobnait lowers a sapphire blue curtain, and stuck to it is a sign that reads 'RAIDING BALATOR'.
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> Saldorin wields a grotesquely huge, blood-dripping, flame-rimmed axe.
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> Armisael steps up onto the stage.
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> Saldorin arrives and roars mightily at Jaragh!
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> Armisael says 'Foul servants of Darkness, you will never take this town!'
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> Armisael holds his Golden Sword up high.
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> Saldorin waves his axe around menacingly.
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> Saldorin says 'Bah, your words are nothing... as you shall soon be!'
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> Saldorin swings his axe at Jaragh, missing him by a hair.
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> Armisael lunges at Agorinth, the tip of his sword grazing off the right side of Agorinth's armor.
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> Saldorin roars at the strike, twisting to the side and swinging his axe low at Jaragh's legs.
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> Armisael hops out of the way just in time, dodging the blow.
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> Armisael swings his sword back around at Agorinth, resulting in a loud clang as it crashes into Agorinth's axe.
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> Saldorin growls with anger, rage suffusing him as he steps close and begins beating Jaragh about the head!
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> Armisael slips out away from Agorinth, sparring away with him at sword's length.
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> Ewan walks in and smiles slightly.
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> Armisael stiffens up, his face taut with agony.
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> Saldorin throws back his head and laughs into the night.
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> Armisael falls to the ground.
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> Saldorin says 'Know, before you die, that all that you love will be made dust!'
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> Saldorin sneers at Jaragh evilly.
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> Saldorin says 'Har!'
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> Saldorin looks around, grinning evilly. He sweeps up the ashes and walks away, still chuckling.
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> Ewan leaves with a proud look on his face.
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> Gobnait raises a sapphire blue curtain to reveal what appears to be the smoldering remains of the Balator scenery, and a sign barely propped up, covered in scorch marks, that reads 'THE BALATOR ORPHANAGE'.
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> Jacynth stumbles in on the broken remains.
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> Armisael quietly rolls off the stage, as a dummy corpse is left in his place.
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> Armisael leaves south.
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> Jacynth peers around herself, noticing the bundle in the middle of the stage, she runs to it, falling on her knees beside it.
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> Ewan walks in, a satisfied smirk on his face.
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> Ewan frowns.
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> Ewan looks at Ktytha.
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> Ewan says 'We....won, girl'
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> Jacynth looks up, her eyes swollen and puffy, tears pouring down her cheeks.
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> Ewan frowns at Ktytha.
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> Jacynth sobs in misery.
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> Jacynth says '..but...'
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> Ewan says 'Nebrevata found an.....unfortunate death at the hands of our blades.'
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> Jacynth looks down at the bundle in her hands.
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> Ewan raises an eyebrow.
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> Ewan looks at the baby in Ktytha's hands.
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> Ewan says 'ack, gods!'
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> Ewan says 'What the hell is that? What foul breeding gave you that thing!?'
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> Jacynth growls.
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> Jacynth says 'You bastard! That is...that was..my baby.'
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> Ewan glares at Ktytha.
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> Ewan says 'Watch..who..you insult, Arcanus...'
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> Ewan holds a red and black striped wwand.
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> Ewan says 'or should I say...'
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> Ewan zaps Ktytha with a red and black striped wand. Her baby crumbles into ash.
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> Ewan says 'High..Arcanus'
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> Taerin gasps in astonishment.
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> Jacynth gasps in astonishment.
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> Jacynth holds the empty, tattered blanket in her hands, watching the ashes drift slowly towards the stage.
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> Ewan nods
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> Ewan says 'now, Stand, girl....Take your new post.'
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> Ewan says 'We of the council have many things to organize, now that Balator is ours'
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> Ewan raises an eyebrow and beckons for Ktytha to follow.
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> Jacynth looks from her empty arms, to Genofen, and back again, then lets out a s cream of agony.
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> Jacynth screams loudly!
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> Ewan lets a slight growl out, it grows.
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> Ewan says 'You try my patience...'
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> Ewan says 'come...'
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> Ewan says 'NOW'
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> Jacynth says 'Do you not understand? There is Nothing! Nothing! NOTHING AT ALL!'
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> Ewan glares at Ktytha.
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> Ewan says 'Do you go mad woman?'
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> Ewan glances at Ktytha.
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> Jacynth takes a step forward quickly and jabs the point directly into Genofen's eyes, each one in turn, a look of horrified satisfaction on her face.
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> Ewan says 'what is that dagg---AA, you.. LITTLE BITCH AAAAGH!!!!!'
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> Ewan clutches at his face, blood gushing like rivers between his fingers!
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> Jacynth watches Genofen writhing in agony and nods to herself slowly.
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> Ewan says 'AAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!'
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> Ewan says 'BITCH.....YOU WILL PAY!!!!.....'
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> Ewan utters the words 'xafe ay candusqarr'.
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> Ewan disappears.
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> Jacynth falls to her knees, her head in her hands, dropping her head so her fore head touches the floor, her hair falling around her.
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> Jacynth looks up slowly, her head shaking as despair begins to overtake her.
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> Jacynth whispers 'What is there?'
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> Jacynth whispers 'Nothing. There is Nothing.'
I wish to see more plays coming from the Troupes.