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Tatters of the King, Book 1: The Madman

Game Master James Keegan

The stars are right. Hastur's gaze gains brief focus upon the Earth, and things change.


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The cavalier Spencer pushes his way through the chaos and interposes himself between the old woman and the young. The englishman holds the elderly lady by the wrists, easily keeping her long nails from his throat but being forced to stare into her disturbingly wild eyes. Any trace of proper British decorum has been swept aside by the play's strange influence. Her presumed granddaughter weeps and sobs,"Oh, thank you sir! Please, try not to hurt her!"

Meanwhile, the bear-like author grabs the gentleman with the cane, holding his arms behind his back as the man struggles. The black cane clatters to the theater floor. The gentleman screams and howls.
"The King! The King!"
An older gent nearby slaps Martin's held opponent across the cheek,"Get ahold of yourself, man!", he shouts.

Lucian dives toward a huddled crowd of struggling men and aghast women, but only manages to get himself tangled further in the seats. There is a pain in his side where he hit the back of the seat, but Lucian is oblivious to it.

From the rear an usher shouts,"Call the constables! Someone call the constables!" before rushing toward the stage to assist in breaking up the commotion.


Male Human

Victor leans forward and rubs his eyes wondering if his strange dreams are begging to encroach upon reality. Startled by the sudden outburst, Victor turns his head back just in time to see Lucian careen into a pile of chairs.

"Lucian, what happened? Were you attacked?"

Victor hops over the back of his chair and attempts to help the artist to his feet.

Idea roll 1d100 ⇒ 28 Success


Male

Lucian turns on Victor, face flushed and wild. "The King! The King!" he yells, echoing the cry from the other gentleman. He takes a swing at Victor.

Fist: 1d100 ⇒ 30 - Success. 1d3 ⇒ 1 damage.


Male Human

Victor takes a step back, holding his cheek were the blow struck.

Lucian, what has gotten into you? Snap out of it!

Can Victor make a Psychology roll to calm Lucian?


Male Human

"Get a hold of yourself madam!"

Spencer continues to restrain the crazed old woman, whilst trying to work out what is wrong with her, and some sort of immediate way of calming or sedating her.

rolls:

Psychology 55 - 1d100 ⇒ 37
Psychoanalysis 31 -1d100 ⇒ 38


Male Human

Psychology roll 1d100 ⇒ 78 Well fail anyway.


Both Lucian and the other audience members have gone berserk, like maniacs! It's hard to tell what could have brought this on since you all saw the same play. Tears run down the old woman's face, though she screams instead of sobbing, continuing to claw at Spencer's eyes and face despite his attempts to calm her. She seems a stranger to reason. In Martin's grasp, the gentleman continues to thrash. The older gent has pinned the maniac's legs after receiving a kick.

Keeper rolls:

Spoiler:
1d10 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Lucian:

Spoiler:
You have four more rounds of temporary insanity left. At the conclusion, you will remember bits and pieces of what happened, but it will be disjointed, like something that happened in your childhood. The play and the Yellow Sign, however, you will remember in great detail.

Those not restraining a rioter have fled for the doors, the lobby and the street beyond. They are bottlenecked at the double doors, women weeping in panic and gentlemen shouting and bellowing to those before them.

According to the Keeper's Companion, you can use Psychoanalysis as an emergency measure against temporary or indefinite insanity. This treatment takes 1d10+10 minutes and can alleviate symptoms for up to an hour. This can only be used once per incident of insanity.


Male Human

Wasn't sure how long we were going to be there, botched the roll anyway :p

"Young madam, this lady is bereft of her senses, make haste out the doors!"

Spencer maintains his grasp on the madwoman, wondering at what point he may need to be 'less of a gentleman' about manhandling her.


"I can't leave her like that!", she shouts over the tumult,"I can't leave my Gran here, she could be hurt! I'll help you, sir, please, we should take her to the lobby!"

"And thank you for your help!", she adds. Upset as she is, with angry red scratches across her pretty face, the young woman grasps grandma by the elbow to start leading toward the exit.

Successful listen check:

Spoiler:
You can hear the bells of the paddy wagon outside; the constables are either here or very close.


Male

As Victor continues to stand in front of Lucian, Lucian continues to attack Victor. With a howl, he tries to bear Victor to the ground.

Grapple: 1d100 ⇒ 55 - failure.


Listen Check: 1d100 ⇒ 9 Quite a success!

Martin jaw tightens as he holds the struggling man in place, fending off the kicks and keeping an eye out for the authorities.

"This daft bastard has a lot of fight in him. What's taking those coppers so long?"

He begins trying to haul the crazed man toward the lobby, all the better for which to pass the responsibility on to someone else.

Grapple Check (in case another is needed): 1d100 ⇒ 13 Success!


Male Human

Victor side steps Lucian's lunge and decides that one punch in the face is quite enough for the day.

"Sorry Lucian, you're going to have to sort this out on your own."

Victor holds his arms out defensively in front of him, back peddles to the aisle and makes a break for the lobby.


Most of the audience having cleared out, Victor has no difficulty reaching the lobby. Uniformed bobbies shoulder past the carpenter running toward the stage to intercept the grappling stagehands. A pair of constables move to separate Martin and the man he has held so tightly, while another runs to Spencer, the young lady and grandma.

"Awright now, you're comin' wiv me!", one of the constables says to the raving gentleman as he is cuffed. His partner rounds on Martin,"You too", he says,"I dunno how this started but we can sort it out at the station."
Make a fast talk or credit rating check to avoid arrest, Martin.

At the foot of the stage, the arrests are being made and the bruised stagehands are given some respite. A constable chases Lucian, attempting to pin him:
Grapple: 1d100 ⇒ 62
But the wealthy photographer evades his grasp in the narrow confines of the seats.

"Unhand that woman!", bellows a bullish officer at Spencer, his baton at the ready, before the young lady pipes up.
"No!,"she says,"It's my Grandmother! She's out of her 'ead!"
Taken off guard, the policeman hesitates.
Spencer, you may also make a fast talk to help convince the officer.

In the lobby, Victor finds himself stopped by a policeman as well.
"If you'll hold a moment, sir, I'm going to need a statement." Another officer is taking Mr. Noble the theater manager's statement as well across the lobby. Amazingly enough, some of the ushers are setting up tables and refreshments.


Male

The arresting constable suddenly finds himself faced with Lucian, who turns his enraged attentions to the officer. With a yell, he throws himself at the poor man.

Grapple: 1d100 ⇒ 68- And another failure (whoo!)

Keeper:
Only two more rounds of temp. insanity left, right?


Lucian McAllistair wrote:

The arresting constable suddenly finds himself faced with Lucian, who turns his enraged attentions to the officer. With a yell, he throws himself at the poor man.

Grapple: 1d100- And another failure (whoo!)** spoiler omitted **

Lucian:

Spoiler:
That's right.

Lucian flies at the officer, the stunned constable backing away instinctively. The dilettante falls to the floor where he is summarily handcuffed. The bobby hauls him up by the back of his jacket.

Restrained, Lucian is marched toward the lobby. Though the constable says something, Lucian is in no state to understand. Victor looks up to see the young man taken out of the theater in a struggle, only to suddenly cease his protests halfway across the lobby.
Lucian:

Spoiler:
Temporary insanity has now passed. If you wish to avoid arrest, please make a credit rating and/or a fast talk check. Sorry to truncate your insanity, but I wanted to keep things moving forward.


Martin looks at the constable in disbelief.

"You misunderstand me, sir! I was only acting to defend the gentleman from causing harm to himself or to others when he became enraged with madness. I assure you, I have no part in tonight's events other than to act as guardian to those in threat of harm."

Credit Rating: 1d100 ⇒ 61 Failure: Stands to reason that my good fortune wouldn't last forever.


Male Human

Victor takes a moment to catch his breath.

"Well, of course officer."

Victor casts a strange look at the refreshment table and turns back to the policeman.

"Uh....May I treat you to a coffee?"


Martin Poole wrote:

Martin looks at the constable in disbelief.

"You misunderstand me, sir! I was only acting to defend the gentleman from causing harm to himself or to others when he became enraged with madness. I assure you, I have no part in tonight's events other than to act as guardian to those in threat of harm."

Credit Rating: 1d100 Failure: Stands to reason that my good fortune wouldn't last forever.

The older gentleman that assisted you before speaks up.

"It's true! Had he not acted, this nutter would have split someone's skull!"
Old man's credit rating: 1d100 ⇒ 23

The officer looks between the two of you and nods. "All right, then. I'll take your word fer it. Come on, let's get 'im outta 'ere."
He and his partner pull the struggling man toward the lobby.


Male Human

"Theres a good fellow now come and help me with this woman before it gets ungentlemanly, she has completely lost her sensibilities!"

Fast talk - 1d100 ⇒ 30

Spencer will assist the PC take over the situation before leaving the matter in the hands of the authorities.

"Young madam, do you have a safe means of returning home? Do you require an escort?"


Male

Keeper:
Completely understood. I was running out of people to hit anyways.

About halfway through the lobby, Lucian comes to, disoriented and confused. His struggling continues, but suddenly, he ceases yelling nonsense and returns to speaking normally. "I say! What's this about? What's going on?" he says to the officer dragging him.

Suddenly, he sees Victor's scarred visage, and a memory floats across his mind - his fist connecting with Victor's face in the melee in the seats. His mind reeling, his jaw falls open. "Dear God, Victor, I hit you! I am so sorry, my good man."

He turns again to his arresting officer, as much as being handcuffed and frogmarched allows him to turn. "Officer, I am in shock at my own actions, but I assure you that I am completely in control of my own facilities now, as opposed to..." Lucian blanks, not quite able to pull a cohesive picture of what happened together. "...a moment ago," he finishes lamely. "However, I can assure you that whatever had a hold of me has passed and we will be able to sort this out over a drink if you could just be a good fellow and take the handcuffs off of me. I assure you I have no intention of doing anything but cooperating."

Credit Rating to appear upstanding and trustworthy: 1d100 ⇒ 2


Male Human

Seeing that Lucian has regained his senses, Victor makes a plea to his investigating officer.

Pointing over at Lucian. "That man who is being arrested is my friend. He temporarily lost his facilities, but he is fine now.
To be honest, I think that many of us felt strange. Perhaps there was a gas leak or some such. If you would release him, I'm sure this could be sorted out in a civilized manner."

Fast Talk 1d100 ⇒ 19 Success


Spencer Reeves wrote:

"Theres a good fellow now come and help me with this woman before it gets ungentlemanly, she has completely lost her sensibilities!"

Fast talk - 1d100

Spencer will assist the PC take over the situation before leaving the matter in the hands of the authorities.

"Young madam, do you have a safe means of returning home? Do you require an escort?"

"Aye, I see that. My apologies, sir. Well come along ma'am, let's go.", replies the PC, pulling the old woman away from Spencer.

"I'm fine, I should go with the constable and sort this out. Thank you ever so much Mr. ...?", says the young lady, extending her hand to her gallant rescuer.


Lucian McAllistair wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

About halfway through the lobby, Lucian comes to, disoriented and confused. His struggling continues, but suddenly, he ceases yelling nonsense and returns to speaking normally. "I say! What's this about? What's going on?" he says to the officer dragging him.

Suddenly, he sees Victor's scarred visage, and a memory floats across his mind - his fist connecting with Victor's face in the melee in the seats. His mind reeling, his jaw falls open. "Dear God, Victor, I hit you! I am so sorry, my good man."

He turns again to his arresting officer, as much as being handcuffed and frogmarched allows him to turn. "Officer, I am in shock at my own actions, but I assure you that I am completely in control of my own facilities now, as opposed to..." Lucian blanks, not quite able to pull a cohesive picture of what happened together. "...a moment ago," he finishes lamely. "However, I can assure you that whatever had a hold of me has passed and we will be able to sort this out over a drink if you could just be a good fellow and take the handcuffs off of me. I assure you I have no intention of doing anything but cooperating."

Credit Rating to appear upstanding and trustworthy: 1d100

The arresting officer appears at a loss.

"What the bloody...", he starts, before the sergeant interviewing Victor tuts over his pad.
"Turn 'im loose.", says the sergeant,"If you don't want to press charges, sir, we aren't going to bring your friend in."
"But he came at me, sir! That's resistin' arrest at least!"
The sergeant sighs.
"Ye don't look hurt in the least McCeagney. Give 'im a stern lecture for your pride if ye have to."
The arresting officer grumbles a bit, but he turns Lucian loose.

The sergeant takes Victor's statement after one of the ushers comes around with tea. With the wagon loaded with a few audience members, the police thank you for your cooperation and head off. Hard to believe, but the whole riot lasted perhaps five minutes-fifteen once the police sorted things out.

Tables are set up in the lobby with some hor-d'ourves and drinks. It appears the Scala will go on with the reception despite the chaos, though there are only the four of you and a handfull of other guests left.


Martin turns to the older gentleman who had spoken up for him.

"Thank you for your support. Outrageous end to an unusual evening, isn't it?"

He shakes the man's hand and moves off to Spencer.

"Well I, for one, could do with a drink. Care for a brandy, man?" He looks to the refreshments.


Male

Lucian both profusely thanks and apologizes to the officer as he takes off the handcuffs. "I won't forget this, Officer McCeagney. Very big of you, thank you." When the usher with the tea comes by, Lucian grabs his cup and grips it as though it were the last thing between him and certain death. He looks up with a wry grin, though his face hasn't quite regained it's natural colour. "Victor, the next time you're to come under the long arm of the law, I will step in, I swear." He takes a daring sip of the hot tea. "So, what about that finale, eh?" he asks to the people around him.


Male Human

Victor grabs a scone from the refreshment table and heads over to Martin, Spencer and Lucian.

"Well, that was.... exciting. Is everyone feeling okay?"
"Ah, say nothing of it Lucian, I was feeling a bit off as well at the end there. I suspect that it hit you harder than the rest of us.. whatever it is.."

"Martin, did I hear you mention brandy?"


Male

"Getting better all the time," he says, making a gesture towards his tea. "A brilliant restorative this. What about you? I hope I didn't hit you too hard - I'm surprised I hit you at all, I'm normally quite useless at sparring."


Male Human

Victor rubs his sore cheek. "Oh, I'm fine. I know that it isn't quite apparent, but my face has been through much worse" Victor adds with a smile and a chuckle.


Martin Poole wrote:

Martin turns to the older gentleman who had spoken up for him.

"Thank you for your support. Outrageous end to an unusual evening, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is, sir. Nathaniel Grimsby, Esq. at your service. You need a solicitor, keep me in mind. Have a pleasant evening."

The mood at the reception is awkward to say the least. The cast is there, sans costume and makeup, along with a handsome older gent wearing rather old fashioned clothing. Besides them, only the four of you remain.

To the side, close to the entrance, Mr. Noble the manager seems to be having a hushed conversation with a tanned, active looking man in his forties. He has a full head of black hair and a black mustache and is dressed fastidiously. They seem to be arguing.

Listen:

Spoiler:
"... and in light of this, I must recommend that he company suspend any further performances if this play! My God, the Scala will not stand for fistfights in it's stalls!", says Mr. Noble. "Future audiences will be better prepared for the shock! True Art must stir passion! I would say this was a success! The Scala is on the cutting edge!", replies the other man in an American accent.


Male Human

Listen check 1d100 ⇒ 84 Failed

Wait, is listen a skill? I might have missed it and I don't have my physical sheet in front of me.

Okay never mind, found it. I must've over looked it.


Male Human

Victor walks over to Talbot with a smile

" Well done Talbot, I found the show to be very striking. Seems like it was maybe a bit much for some of the crowd to handle but those are the risks that we take with inspired art, I suppose. How do you think it went?"


Victor Sixsmith wrote:

Victor walks over to Talbot with a smile

" Well done Talbot, I found the show to be very striking. Seems like it was maybe a bit much for some of the crowd to handle but those are the risks that we take with inspired art, I suppose. How do you think it went?"

He's actually in the middle of an argument with Mr. Noble. I can hold this for when he finishes. The older guy is his publisher Mr. Gillen, if that's who you wanted to speak to- he was the Stranger so the other characters wouldn't know who he was since he wore a mask. I should have described Estus to you earlier, sorry.


Male Human

Oops! No problem, I'll just repeat that to the cast!

"Well done everyone, I found the show to be very striking. Seems like it was maybe a bit much for some of the crowd to handle but those are the risks that we take with inspired art, I suppose. How do you all think it went?"


Male Human
Haita the Shepherd wrote:
"I'm fine, I should go with the constable and sort this out. Thank you ever so much Mr. ...?", says the young lady, extending her hand to her gallant rescuer.

Taking her hand in a gentlemanly and dignified manner he looks the young lady in the eye..."Reeves, Spencer Reeves, at your service"

"Yes your Aunt may need some assistance once this turn passes, you should accompany the constabulary. As long as you are in safe hands I can rest well"

Making his gracious exit, he retires back to his fellows.

"Cracking show, not sure what all that bother was about, was there simething in the refreshments do you suppose? I see Lucian here is feeling a spot better, you must have gotten a bit caught up in the heat of the moment I suppose"

Spencer sips his tea thoughtfully.

"I'd love a bit of an explanation from Talbot when he is free, some rather unusual themes he had running in that work"


Male
Spencer Reeves wrote:

"Cracking show, not sure what all that bother was about, was there simething in the refreshments do you suppose? I see Lucian here is feeling a spot better, you must have gotten a bit caught up in the heat of the moment I suppose"

Spencer sips his tea thoughtfully.

"I'd love a bit of an explanation from Talbot when he is free, some rather unusual themes he had running in that work"

"This is the first refreshments I've had," Lucian says, indicating his tea. "They'd of had to get me at home, and be quite the burglars at that." He drains his cup of tea and begins looking for a second one. "And as for Talbot, I'd love to hear what he was thinking too. Though my discussion will hopefully be a little more academic than my comments immediately afterwards," he says drily.


Description of the cast:
Jean is a pretty young woman in a delicate, wan fashion. She has unfashionably long red hair that she usually wears up. George is a tall, broad-shouldered blonde man with a handsome face, though he's very quiet and stiff in conversation (and on stage); Hannah, his wife, has longish wavy blonde hair and strong features. An attractive woman, she dresses sensibly. Walter is a handsome young man, if slightly sickly. He has dark hair and a slim build, he stares at his feet a lot and always looks a little worried. Victor and possibly Lucian would know that he's a talented painter in his second year at the University. Michael Gillen is a well preserved older man with a handsome, open face. He dresses sharply but in clothes ten-twenty years out of style. Mr. Gillen needs a cane to walk around.

"I thought it went rather well...", replies Michael, before adding with a chuckle,"Though I think it was wise that I stuck to publishing!"

Walter shuffles his feet before replying.
"Yes, I-I thought our acting was fine and the sets were excellent, Victor, I just wonder what the commotion was. It's a bit off-putting that there aren't many people here for the reception."

Jean turns from her conversation with Hannah and George to chime in.
"It was a bit of an avant-garde sort of play, to say the least. I could understand people not liking it but I would think there are at least a few admirers..."

George merely shrugs.
"Not their cup of tea?"

Psychology roll:

Spoiler:
Jean, Walter and Hannah all seem to be holding something back, like there's something bothering them. Walter tends to glance at Jean every so often and is rarely more than a few feet away from her. The lad may have a bit of a crush.

Would you guys prefer that I start putting my dialogue in bold as well?


Male Human

Looking at his cast list momentarily Spencer eases charmingly and smoothly into the conversation...

"Please excuse my rather blunt interruption, but I thought the performance was quite something. Miss Hewart, I thoroughly enjoyed your portrayal as Camilla, please, tell me of your inspiration and motivation... what did it make you feel? How did you find working with Talbot?"

"wait, I have rather forgotten my manners... Reeves, Spencer Reeves..."

rolls:

Persuade 65: 1d100 ⇒ 58
Psyhc 55: 1d100 ⇒ 41

Up to you to bold or not, its just a habit these days, Im easy


Spencer Reeves wrote:

Looking at his cast list momentarily Spencer eases charmingly and smoothly into the conversation...

"Please excuse my rather blunt interruption, but I thought the performance was quite something. Miss Hewart, I thoroughly enjoyed your portrayal as Camilla, please, tell me of your inspiration and motivation... what did it make you feel? How did you find working with Talbot?"

"wait, I have rather forgotten my manners... Reeves, Spencer Reeves..."

** spoiler omitted **

Up to you to bold or not, its just a habit these days, Im easy

Jean smiles pleasantly.

"What a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Reeves. I saw Elizabeth Grayson as Antigone a few months ago and I found her performance quite moving: I tried to bring some of that into Camilla, the tragic erosion of a strong female character in the face of forces outside of her control. Mr. Estus is a fine director. He's very... intense, I should say, but he lives and breathes the material. We're an amateur company, but he brings a very professional level of devotion to the project. To be honest, the whole play has made me feel... rather queer of late. With the poor reaction to the play, I think more and more that this production may be cursed."

Hannah Keith scoffs a bit, though half-heartedly.
"Oh, Jean. Even for an actress you're being superstitious- don't mind that, Mr. Reeves."

Jean leans in closer and speaks quietly.
"It's more than superstition! Both Hannah and I have had strange dreams ever since we started the production and they all have to do with the play! Just last night I dreamt of a still form whose robes moved with a wind that wasn't there and vast, thrusting fish-like creatures swimming over a gracious white city. I know you don't want to talk about it, Hannah, but weren't you just saying that you had that nightmare of being lost in Carcosa? Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

Hannah looks uncomfortable.
"It's just anxiety, Jean. I'm all nerves starring in this play and it's spilling over into my dreams. No reason to start getting in a knot over it."


Male Human

Spencer nods knowingly,

"Hardly surprising to find one has the occasional waking or lucid dream when one has been absorbing themselves in the body of work, and in as much depth, as you have".

After a brief sip of tea and some contemplation

"So tell me of this Carcosa, what images did Mr Estus summon for you to help you gain such an impression of the place? I wasn't sure whether the props were just some lucky painters fancy, or specifics that were given by the playwright... and for you bot to dream about the same thing, well that is a little remarkable... not sure about cursed though, unless there are some other stories you'd wish to share..." Spencer looks at Jean "...perhaps over dinner tomorrow night, Ms hewart?"


Male Human

Roll:
1d100 ⇒ 35 Failed

Victor regards Walter.
"I think the play was a bit more intense than a lot of people were expecting. I wouldn't be too troubled, it was a fine work and once there are some proper reviews, it will draw a crowd more inclined to this sort of show.


Spencer Reeves wrote:

Spencer nods knowingly,

"Hardly surprising to find one has the occasional waking or lucid dream when one has been absorbing themselves in the body of work, and in as much depth, as you have".

After a brief sip of tea and some contemplation

"So tell me of this Carcosa, what images did Mr Estus summon for you to help you gain such an impression of the place? I wasn't sure whether the props were just some lucky painters fancy, or specifics that were given by the playwright... and for you bot to dream about the same thing, well that is a little remarkable... not sure about cursed though, unless there are some other stories you'd wish to share..." Spencer looks at Jean "...perhaps over dinner tomorrow night, Ms hewart?"

"Well, Victor would know much more about what went into the props than I would. It was mostly described to us as a classical Mediterranean city by a lake.," Jean smiles charmingly, an impish gleam in her eye," I'm flattered by your generous offer, Mr. Reeves: will your wife be joining us? Perhaps she has stories of her own."


Victor Sixsmith wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

Victor regards Walter.
"I think the play was a bit more intense than a lot of people were expecting. I wouldn't be too troubled, it was a fine work and once there are some proper reviews, it will draw a crowd more inclined to this sort of show.

Walter nods, the same worried expression still on his face.

"Yes, you're probably right. Hopefully. It is a queer thing, though. Michael's costume in particular was rather unsettling. Erm, but, anyhow. I quite liked your backdrops, Victor, especially once they're on stage. Almost like another set of actors, the way the footlights "complete" them. Quite different from painting for a salon or a gallery, I would imagine. I wouldn't be able to resist making them too detailed or too polished."


Male

Lucian has stayed fairly quiet, nursing his second cup of tea, soaking in the conversation happening around him. He gives a small bark of a laugh at Walter's comment on Michael's costume. If you thought it was unsettling up on stage, you should have seen how us in the audience reacted, he thinks, but he restrains himself.

"I agree about the backdrops," he chimes in. "Masterfully done - to allow such a bizarre scene to exist without distracting the audience from the play at hand, you must have had the perfect amount of realism and drabness over such a surreal subject. If I were a jealous man, I'd probably be completely unable to talk to you, Victor, as talented as you are." One cigarette smoked to it's demise, Lucian pulls out a second, offering one to whomever might like one.


Male Human

Victors face becomes flush as he looks a bit uncomfortable.

"Please, the two of you are very kind. The subject matter and Talbot's ideas fit quite well with my style is all."

"I agree with you though Walter." He replies, clearly attempting to shift the subject. "There was something about Michael's costume that has really stuck with me.. the symbol that was emblazoned across his chest and arms.. quite a moment." Victor adds thoughtfully


Male Human

"Something clearly took a hold of you at the end there Lucian. Can you say what it was specifically or was it the work as a whole? "


Victor Sixsmith wrote:
"Something clearly took a hold of you at the end there Lucian. Can you say what it was specifically or was it the work as a whole? "

Michael and Walter both look to Lucian curiously.

"Really? What happened?", asks Michael, concern flitting across his open face.
"Yes, you do look a bit peaked, Lucian.", Walter adds. It seems the cast is ignorant of the extent of the play's disruption.


Listen Check: 1d100 ⇒ 4 Success!

Martin withdraws a second cigar from his case and lights it eagerly, puffing hard as he gets it started, his eyes on the two men arguing about the play's success.

Turning away from them, he remains silent for the moment, listening to the others discuss the play and admiring the actress that Spencer has already shown his interest in.

"It seems that whatever it was that overcame Lucian had a similar effect on a good number of the audience. I can't quite decide if it's a tribute to the performance or not that the audience was so devastatingly...overwhelmed."


"Wh-what do you mean?", stutters Walter,"Were they physically ill?"


Male Human
Haita the Shepherd wrote:
" I'm flattered by your generous offer, Mr. Reeves: will your wife be joining us? Perhaps she has stories of her own."

"Regrettably there is no Mrs Reeves, a chapter of my life still left unwritten I suppose; a soldiers life followed by the demands of business I'm afraid. Enough of all that drudgery, I don't wish to bore"

"As I say, the unusual nature and details of the play are of some interest to me, being a bit of a hobbyist into the extraordinary - I'd adore a more full account of your experiences and that of your fellow cast and thought perhaps a later date would have been advanatgeous as you'd have time to recollect after tonights taxing turn of events"

Hearing of the strange symbol...

"Indeed, where is the chap from costuming? Curious about that symbol. Seemed a tad important, perhaps he could fill us in on what it was about?"


Martin nods to the bruise developing on Victor's face. "Much of the audience was inspired to violence at the close of your play, Mr...I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your full name."

"At any rate, sir, some of the members of the audience had to be physically restrained to prevent further violence to others. Quite shocking, really. One would think he were in the 'Wild West', rather than the decidedly more civilized environs of London."

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