zylphryx
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"No, that just won't do."
John crumpled up the paper with the three questions and looked from the pile of crumpled papers to the ever dwindling pad of paper on the desk before him. Some days he just hated being an "aspiring writer". He was also pretty sure the trees outside his window were none too happy with the piling, crumpled remnants of former relations in his waste bin.
With a sigh, John turned back to the pad and began to write again. He was well into the fourth question when the doorbell rang.
| krevon |
Standing with a frustrated sigh as the doorbell rings a second and third time. Upon opening the door John discovers an odd looking man dressed in the finest clothes, well oiled boots and cloak of many colors upon his shoulders. The mans face was handsome with goatee framing his mouth. His hair was pulled tight and bound behind his head. Despite his worm and youthful appearance, his dark hair is flecked with grey.
| Gentleman Nurn |
"Good day, John."
"You're here early," John says, trying to keep his frustration and exhaustion out of his voice.
"I am here when I see fit to be here," the stranger replied. "We had an agreement, I am merely keeping myself abreast of new developments. How goes the Project?" His unhidden glance toward the pile of discarded pages belied the sincerity of the question. "A pity. A man with your... Talent... is hard to come by. Having a bit of writer's block, are we? How very unfortunate."
| krevon |
"The new king isn't called the bloody prince nothing." says John. "My block is trying to figure out how insinuate he murdered his father without losing one my most precious commodities." "Do we have the support of the bards college?" "John, you know too well the only truth to a bard is he must leave after bedding a lass." "Evan, the idea of a play within a play....a shadow play is brilliant but if I make a mistake we'll all die."