The following is the manuscript of Act 1 of a play currently
being collaborated upon by several aislings. The play is very incomplete
but it is officially being written in the current season, Spring of Deoch
7. Any aislings interested in the production of the play please
contact Sophocles, resident of Mileth.
The Fate of
Act 1 Scene 1
Councilor Cyril chases King Bruce on his way
out the chambers
Cyril: Sir! Sir! Wait!
King Bruce: What is it now Cyril? This better be good I am meeting
with advisors to prepare a speech to the people of Rucession concerning the new
Cyril: Its Marlin he's gone mad and is causing a terrible commotion
across the countryside!
King Bruce: Mad, what do you mean?
Cyril: He's been ranting to our library patrons about some
strange legend and rumors about it are starting to fly about
King Bruce: What legend...
Cyril: Something, about shards of ancient Aosdan origin, Conix I
believe he calls them.
King Bruce: (looks alarmed but quickly hides it) Detain him in the
dungeon, we can not have civil disorder over some unfounded claims by our
librarian of all people.
exit Cyril, King Bruce remains alone, walks over to the window
King Bruce: So he has unearthed the legend of the Conix.... What
now will come of this? The prophecy..could that frightful hag could
have spoke the truth? No! I refuse to believe it the demise of
Loures will not come of this! Hmm.. If the shards are
scattered about so that no one may gather them all then the full power of
the Conix may not be realized, I must act quickly, my kingdom shall
not fall so easily. Not even the fates can end the glorious power
Act 1 Scene 2
Two Guards appear in the library, on of them
attempts to arrest Marlin the Librarian
Marlin: Fools! Why do you come to stop
me!? The Eye of Truth can not be contained! Oh yes it is upon us, it
has seen me, and only to soon will it see you. Much to soon..mhuahuah,
#*$#* (cackles fiendishly)
Guard 1: (strikes Marlin with the hilt of his
saber) Shut up you old loon! Cyril has ordered that you not be
allowed to speak and besides no one who cares is here to hear your
Guard 2: I'm not getting near him man... I think
he's come down with some kind of fever, no sir I will not go near
Guard 1: Hell if you aren't, take him down to the
dungeon before I have you thrown in there with him! By Ceannlaidir you
know I'll do it you! Your so squeamish, you'd have never gotten into the
Royal Guard if it was up to me.
Guard 2: Well it isn't up to you, so
Guard 1: Grrr, you better watch it, I'm up
for promotion soon and your going to pay for you insolence
Guard 2: Whatever, man your just another
grunt like me, I'm never going to be taking orders from yer
enter Weisirgar (guard
Weisirgar: (cuts guard 2 off in mid-sentence)
What the hell is going on here! I thought I told you two to take Marlin
to the dungeon!
Guards 1 & 2: Aye
(guards grab Marlin and walk down the
Act 1 Scene 3
King Bruce sits before the
King Bruce: Noble gentleman a crisis is
at hand. Our librarian has created rumors that run amok across our fair
countryside and religious factions are now near bloodshed over holy quests for
these shards that are nothing more then fairie tales.
Cyril: Sir, I propose we keep Marlin detained
and question him on the matter, the rumors across the land will dissipate once
they find no such shards that Marlin had been ranting about.
Zifrandi: Aye, I am in concurrence with
King Bruce: No, gentleman Marlin has
compromised the security of our fair lands, and there need be no more
questioning, we will try him in front of a tribunal within the moon, he is
allowed no witnesses. The penalty for causing civil disorder is the Mileth
Sgath pit. I decree that he will be tried on this
Cyril: But Sir! You Sgath on a mundane!
It has never been tried. You could eternally damn his
King Bruce: So be it if he is found
guilty. He will be tried within the moon. That is all concerning the
subject. There are two more matters I wish to deal with. I have two
parchment scrolls that must be delivered. These messages are important and
I wish you to stop for no one. Euoglios, deliver this parchment to
Bahadir, the Goblin Chief. Reslepius, you are to take this scroll to
Phallin, the Grimlok Queen.
Reslepius: Sir, how does it pertain to the matter
King Bruce: You need not know now, just
deliver them, and do not open them. Your lives shall pay the forfeit if
Reslepius & Euoglios: Yes my liege,
King Bruce: Leave me now, I have other affairs
to attend to.
Exit Cyril and the remainder of the council,
King Bruce remains alone
King Bruce: This situation will not resolve
itself. The lesser races will be brought in to disrupt these holy
quests. The rediscovery of the Conix must be stopped. If the ancient
feud of the lesser races can not disrupt the quests then nothing will.
Aisling-kind must be duped into the lesser races beliefs about the Conix, they
must not know the truth. The religions will easily be duped into the
lesser races beliefs about them.
King Bruce walks over to the mirror and stares
a scar from his youth across his forehead as the lights dim around
End Act 1
Act 1, written by Sophocles Tsiari
-apprentice wizard and struggling