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The theater is humming with activity, the workers scramble for last minute touch-ups, while the ticket office is bustling with will-call activity. Robahl is dancing around for location to location barking orders and the double sign appears in his wide eyes. "YES...yes...yes I love Money, I like copper, I adore silver, but most of all I love the gold that goes around with a fantastic performance." he sings out loud.
The man actually growls a bit to Orsin's tone, "Crowds always remember the performer but as you wish."
It's frantic when you get back to the playhouse Robahl is actually curing your existence when you saunter back. He takes a deep breath and tries to relax, the vein in the middle of his forehead is thick and prominent, his blood pressure is obviously spiking.
"It's sold out of course! In a nearly insulted tone. She is here, she has run threw her lines. "You can find her in her dressing room. You, my friend, have a stench about you that the dead would stay away from. Shoo, clean yourself up."
"Is that blood...real blood on you?' His eyes wide.
Orsin during your down time before the meeting at the Grulios' manor, you find Robahl in his theater. 'Excellent lad...excellent to see you again." his nose twitches and his eyes begin to water, "What IS that stink."
Orsin the performance goes very well then Robahl suggests,"It would be a great privileged to run a duet with you and Calseinica. I limited performance say two shows a day. Something snappy, crowd pleasing."
"Flav'r T'Dj'more can be a putz." He snaps back quickly, [b]"did you see his comments after that pompous morons Thesling Umbero lst performance a the High Manor Theater?" His eyes wide with fury,"I think that worthless talent must have paid 100 gold for that review."
"My good friend it has been far too long since the star of the most dramatic play ever to grace the stage took place." He smiles, perhaps he can be persuaded for a duet with performance with Calseinica. "Your fame has grown but your stage presence is tragically missing," his hands over his heart
You locate her quite easily, she has an early afternoon performance at the Limehouse Theater, a little three person one act show. She is in her dressing room getting ready for the performance. It normally cost 5 sp for a ticket to the show but the Robahl Nonon catches a glimpse of you and lets you in for free. "Orsin Bessatte...Welcome to my theater AGAIN...welcome. yes, yes please sit in my box, be my guest." There are quite a few people who smile and turn to you. A few seek autographs.
There is a thunderous applause form the crowd when Robahl steps on stage. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the premiere event at this Grand new theater. I'm sure the crowd will fine this show as entertaining s the actors. Let me extend my humblest thanks to eh Church for providing the - how shall I say? - punch in tonight's spectacle. And also my thanks and gratitude to our illustrious and benevolent lord-mayor, Aberian Arvanxi, along with our other anonymous donors." With a wave and deep bow he exits the stage.
The barge finally lands downstream from the intended dock but everyone is safe and sound on the other side. Unfortunately as you approach the theater the line is long with carriages dropping off the patrons. The show looks like it's going to be standing room only but time is at a premium. Robahl gets everyone into the theater with 7 minutes to spare before curtain call. He rushes everyone into the greenroom (stage right), and quickly reminds everyone to have splendid performance. "I will be back in minute to lead those in ACT 1 to the stage.' He lets out a deep breath and disappears for for few minutes. The green room is spacious but unfinished. It has plenty of delicate foods and drinks present. --- Rough 4 minutes later Robahl comes back looking a bit more pale, You'll all do jut fine....fine I say...hit your marks out there and have f..f..fun. Remember you lines that's important. I need to go introduce a stage hand will escort the first group. Come with me Madame Visbaronetness Aulamaxa for you your aria."
Lucrezia you see the barge drifting and know its off target but the captain and crew seem to be handling the incident well. You don't really think you will drift out to open water. The director is mumbling to himself, "no time for a walk through...no time...how am I suppose to be ready! Incompetent idiots sailing this barge." It is pretty obvious to Lucrezia that the director knows nothing about sea vessels as this is not have sails.
The big day of the procession arrives and after make-up and costumes the director gets everyone lined up for the march. He looks a lot more subdued then normal, and he is without insult. "We will walk over, get the crowd fired up and excited, have a quick look a the stage," he explains. "After that everyone will be in the greenroom to Act I, "The Condemnation" He smiles at halfheartedly at Orsin.
Lucrezia Only: When Lucrezia is with him she finds his boasting to be true. He may be short in stature but he's a creative genius with finesse. Of course, he is talker so he will "Tell Lucrezia how Lord Ecarrdian, and his sister, have spared no expense in this show but he wished they would disclose more about the stage and creatures." Between grunts, huffs and puffs he would say, "I'm a bit nervous, cause that damn cleric won't tell me anything." Rolling Lucrezia off of him and on to her knees. "Madame Delour Aulamaxa really hates Nymmis you'd do well to stay away from both of them but heck, Nymmis is too trusting to suspect anything." He is all smiles and gets dressed picking up a large pipe and stuffing it with maple tobacco. "I can the dwarf to take your spot if you want...his role is dropped in most productions anyway. Shame if you actually die." he smiles broadly.
Lucrezia Only: The director smiles when you try to get to know him better.
"Join me in my office for some wine and fun...perhaps, I can get you out of this play and into something better suited for your beauty." His left hand casually slides to the small of you back, as he begins to lead you towards his office. "We can discuss my extensive portfolio of shows." He uses the can in his hand to direct your movement somewhat. Reaching the door, "This is my gift for your career."
Tweaker you find out that Millech the Hump, who si a hunched over hamn is quite knowledgeable in illusion. ""Eh, lots of illusion...sensory modifications... but plenty of live swinging things...axes, traps things of that nature. He looks around a bit worried, "My concern is the damn priest is keeping me out of the loop! Scary but I'll try to help out if I can. Just protect yourself and heal up 'tween acts." ---
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Shaking his head back and forth, "Well, if I had a decade to train you, you might be able to carry the prancing janitor's water bucket but since I don't, you will just have to be the fiendish dwarf." He smiles at Lucrezia "you are Dentris the druid." --- As far as payment for your services you will each receive a percentage of the house's take, so it is in all your best interest to talk this show up on the streets. If you do well there should be bonus too.
So is Robahl getting under anyone's skin?
He looks at Duncan "Well, we've already established you are the ugliest creature that ever stepped foot on this stage, give yourself a big pat on the back for winning that fierce competition," he gives a little fist pump, "Knew you'd be first in something did you?" Now show us you can wield that sword and try to act a bit."
"Congratulations! I'd say you were mediocre, but I'm not sure you've gotten that far yet...but it was better then the prancing janitor and the iron tree over there." He hand waves at Orsin, "Suppose you would be the best of the lot considering what I have to work with." He scrunches up his face, "Lazarod is yours."
"Pretty boy your up swing at the fur ball with that fancy prop on your side, and say something interesting.
He points at Lucrezia and says "Depending on the dandy and his midget's performances you'll either get the joy of being the lead, Lazazod, Dentris the quick tongued druid, or Monris Balksward, the fiendish bagpipe playing dwarf.' He thumbs back towards Duncan, "Think he plays the pipes?"
"all right all right, I've established the tree can not act. Never enter a a battle of wits so unarmed. Shaking his head..."I'll just have to cast you as Drovalid the torturer...at least you look the part." Then he signals abruptly and a sand bag comes swinging down right at your head John.
"I've got my first two members casts...The gutter wench and her fool janitor." He points to Andrea and Tweaker, "You can play the fumbling Paladin Tybain, he's the moron who tend to die early enough in the play...Good riddance too...that'll put us all out of our misery." Then focuses on Tweaker who is guilty by association. "You seem well suited for Farus the Traveled, a dancing clown who speaks very little, which in itself is a blessing from Asmodeus."
He observes the boastful ladies attack, NEXT! ---
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"Ah, the Everchanging Mistress of trenchrot is not being cast in this role, but I'm available for freebee later. A good roll with you a simple gutter tramp could only improve your day."His walking cane twirling widely in the air. The suddenly whacks the back of the chair..."now show me you can do something worthwhile other than waste oxygen."
He glares at John the speaks, "The audition for the "Iron Tree" role is at the Theater Mortresci good man." Looks around, "Well time is money if you are here for a role, Act and Wield those ornamental weapons, will you." His hands clapping together quickly as he plops down in the middle row to watch.
His head turns slightly to the left while addressing Lucrezia, "My fair lady it seems as if you've been blessed with both members between those delicate legs of yours." His hand waving with a flourish. "I enjoy the brashness of your boast and since I'm running short of talent, my standards must be drastically lowered and if you care to demonstrate your technique, you be may be hired."
When the group arrives at the small theater you can hear a commotion that sounds like a rant, "You are perhaps the ugliest person that has ever graced this fine establishment, consider yourself privileged for making my acquaintance. You certainly are a better person for it now. Now begone." The stunned female begins to wail as she scurries off the stage. "NEXT!" The extremely short human dressed in flamboyant red and purple plume pants and puffy shirt turns and whack his walking cane in the palm of his hand. Looking at the six misfits, "What do we have here." His small goatee rises and falls as he speaks. He looks over the adventurers, "WAIT!" He yells as the sobbing girl leaving the theater, "I do humbly take back my statement about you being the ugliest person that has ever graced this fine establishment, we have a new winner!" As he theatrically gestures towards Duncan. "I suppose you are calling yourself 'adventurers'?"
"I have a few supporting members casts but I need to fill the remaining roles tomorrow! This play WILL go off in 8 days I tell you or I'm going to box your ears...you hunched piece of garbage that my dog has pi*%^d on".
Most commoners don't bother to talk to you Tweaker. "What do you think...its a theater." comes a snide remark. You can find easy access into the small theater where the audition and practice is likely to take place. The Limehouse is small, and larger productions need to be at larger theaters. The stage is 20 ft long and 10 ft wide. You actually witness a short man yelling at a hunchback stagehand..."You dimwit numbskull we only have eight days till this performance must go off without a hitch." |
