Post by Ellinda on Nov 25, 2007 1:58:37 GMT -5
All the Westerlands a Stage
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(ooc: For your super secret scenario bin.)
The Blue Cloud Mummers were perhaps the third most known band in the Lannister lands. But with the desire for entertainment running from sun up to sun down and beyond, all the best entertainers had been summoned to serve the needs of the crowd.
The Blue Clouds were putting on a skit lambasting the recent events of the abortive Reach Rebellion. An enormously fat man dressed in ridiculous apple costume; obviously represented the late Lord Aaron Fossoway was speechifying in a stultifying manner.
Francis sat in the front row, watching with a detailed eye. A tiny wisp of a man in a hooded cloak which he was constantly tripping on apparently represented the Lord of Stoatheart. Francis laugh despite himself when the man took a tumble to the ground just in time to avoid a pie thrown from off stage smacked the fat apple Fossoway in the face.
“I remember the Red Parlay a little differently,” Francis said, mostly to himself. His voice wasn’t heard over the raucous laughter of the small folk. The play ended to much applause when Lord Rhodri Arryn (wearing papier-mâché armor and stilts), coshed the few remaining Reach lords on the head with a long thin white radish.
The crowd applauded loudly, as the mummers again took the stage. They all bowed deeply. Francis watched as his hooded counterpart took his bow, and than threw off the hood…to reveal a woman with long flowing black hair. The crowd laughed and applauded again.
Oh, yes, quite hysterical funny, Francis thought to himself. At least I make a good looking woman, or vice versa. The crowd broke up to head to the ale and wine tents. Francis approached the stage, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Oh are those for me, how sweet of you.” Said the woman, as she hopped down from the stage.
Francis shrugged and handed them over, “Um… yes I suppose they are for you.” Francis handed them to her, with minimal ceremony. The woman smelled the flowers, and smiled genuinely.
“Walk with me,” she commanded, and Francis agreed. The two walked behind the stage, where the Blue Clouds were taking apart backdrops and undressing from costumes. They paid the Weasel lord no mind.
“We can speak plainly here.” The woman said, “These people are our friends.” Francis nodded.
“Since Lord Barret passed the money’s been tight. Fossoway sent some, but not much attention was paid, and so some of our friends have dried up.”
“Well we mustn’t have that. With the lonely Lion’s enmity towards the Reach, we’ll need to know more now, than ever before.” Francis said. She nodded.
“If milord wishes.”
“He does wish.” Francis handed the woman a small pouch filled with coin. It was enough to buy the allegiance of many a turncloak.
“I liked your performance, but it wasn’t terribly accurate.” Francis said. The woman laughed.
“To be believable you need only be outrageous,” the mummer lady said. Francis nodded at that deep truth.
Results: Varner expands spy network in the Westerlands. Varner improves towards Grandmaster Espionage.
« Message sent on Today at 10:19pm »
(ooc: For your super secret scenario bin.)
The Blue Cloud Mummers were perhaps the third most known band in the Lannister lands. But with the desire for entertainment running from sun up to sun down and beyond, all the best entertainers had been summoned to serve the needs of the crowd.
The Blue Clouds were putting on a skit lambasting the recent events of the abortive Reach Rebellion. An enormously fat man dressed in ridiculous apple costume; obviously represented the late Lord Aaron Fossoway was speechifying in a stultifying manner.
Francis sat in the front row, watching with a detailed eye. A tiny wisp of a man in a hooded cloak which he was constantly tripping on apparently represented the Lord of Stoatheart. Francis laugh despite himself when the man took a tumble to the ground just in time to avoid a pie thrown from off stage smacked the fat apple Fossoway in the face.
“I remember the Red Parlay a little differently,” Francis said, mostly to himself. His voice wasn’t heard over the raucous laughter of the small folk. The play ended to much applause when Lord Rhodri Arryn (wearing papier-mâché armor and stilts), coshed the few remaining Reach lords on the head with a long thin white radish.
The crowd applauded loudly, as the mummers again took the stage. They all bowed deeply. Francis watched as his hooded counterpart took his bow, and than threw off the hood…to reveal a woman with long flowing black hair. The crowd laughed and applauded again.
Oh, yes, quite hysterical funny, Francis thought to himself. At least I make a good looking woman, or vice versa. The crowd broke up to head to the ale and wine tents. Francis approached the stage, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Oh are those for me, how sweet of you.” Said the woman, as she hopped down from the stage.
Francis shrugged and handed them over, “Um… yes I suppose they are for you.” Francis handed them to her, with minimal ceremony. The woman smelled the flowers, and smiled genuinely.
“Walk with me,” she commanded, and Francis agreed. The two walked behind the stage, where the Blue Clouds were taking apart backdrops and undressing from costumes. They paid the Weasel lord no mind.
“We can speak plainly here.” The woman said, “These people are our friends.” Francis nodded.
“Since Lord Barret passed the money’s been tight. Fossoway sent some, but not much attention was paid, and so some of our friends have dried up.”
“Well we mustn’t have that. With the lonely Lion’s enmity towards the Reach, we’ll need to know more now, than ever before.” Francis said. She nodded.
“If milord wishes.”
“He does wish.” Francis handed the woman a small pouch filled with coin. It was enough to buy the allegiance of many a turncloak.
“I liked your performance, but it wasn’t terribly accurate.” Francis said. The woman laughed.
“To be believable you need only be outrageous,” the mummer lady said. Francis nodded at that deep truth.
Results: Varner expands spy network in the Westerlands. Varner improves towards Grandmaster Espionage.
Hope you all are well and happy.