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Author Topic: The Scottish Play: On with Show  (Read 1102 times)

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The Scottish Play: On with Show
« on: Mar 13, 16, 02:13:14 PM »
Winter, 190 AP, A respectable town just outside of the Capitol
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Epona Corcoran settled her leather-bound register more comfortably in the crook of her arm, tucking her pencil behind her ear. She paced back and forth across the stage, imagining the Falkirk boy's play coming to life. She grinned and shook her head. That was for next year, though. Right now she was supposed to be figuring out blocking for their next play.

Rehearsals never ended. Even whilst performing a grueling seven shows a week (two shows on Saturday and Sunday, a dinner show Tuesday through Friday) the troupe rehearsed and prepared for the next offering. Her teeth flashed white as she tipped her head back and released an exquisite aria, allowing the beloved echoes and well-known acoustics of her theatre to inspire something new. A musical. If she could find enough good voices.

Epona went still, an arrested look in her eye. Her best Tenor was gone. Niall's absence stung in a thousand little ways, like a toothache not yet severe enough to warrant treatment. She was called away from her thoughts by Arthfael, opening the stage door.

Arthfael had a stranger in tow, and though the distance was great, Epona knew exactly why Arthfael had dragged the poor waif in to see her. Everyone wanted to be center stage, but the truth was most serious actors danced, sang and played as required. So the sight of stunning strawberry-Blond hair, a graceful carriage and an instrument case sent a surge of excitement through Epona. This one was something special.

Epona eyed Arthfael sharply, reminded how his deep voice could fill a theatre. And if he lacked the charisma to play most leading men, there was one musical he excelled at. They stood there for a moment, the red-head and Arthfael, while a breathtaking vision unfolded in Epona's mind.

Arthfael knew that look. He knew it, and it always portended something he didn't like. Usually, something grand and majestic that was well worth it if anyone but him was the target of that transcendent, electric stare. Ruthlessly, he threw his newest acquisition ...uh, recruit ... To the wolves.

"Thats her. The owner. Lady Epona Corcoran. Go on up there, introduce yourself and show her what you can do."

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #1 on: Mar 13, 16, 02:41:38 PM »
Brandi had made the decision to go to the Hammer and Anvil late in the evening. Because of that, her morning routine had been different. She had slept in, luxuriously, until almost a normal time. She wasn't rushing to get a good corner in the marketplace, so she took herself down to the river. She could have gone deeper into the city and paid to use a shower, but she was used to ice cold baths in the river. She washed herself well, and plaited her hair into a braid that ran down over her shoulder. She put on her best dress, the one she wore only for auditions, or when she had gotten a job playing in a Lord or Queen's home.  It was only a few years out of date, and in an emerald green that made her hair look even redder, and her eyes look deeper, more intense.

She had made the walk from the city to the Hammer and Anvil, clutching her fiddle. She walked cautiously as she approached the building, and tilted her head at it, curiously. Interesting. She stood outside of it when a male had approached her and brought her inside.

That had happened fast, no time really for conversation. He apparently knew where she belonged, or what she wanted.  She had been caught by the beauty of the stage, a beautiful, large, open stage. Just being near it made her heart ache with a want she could taste in the back of her throat. "Oh...." She breathed out, breathlessly, even as she was abandoned there.

She blinked when she realized she was alone, and looked over her shoulder at the closing door, then up at the woman on stage. Brandi moved down the stairs, toward her slowly, and paused, curtsying to the woman whom, on stage, looked larger than life. "Hello," A small, breathy, but relieved smile, and she moved around, to walk up the stairs to the stage. "It's...lovely to meet you, Lady Corcoran." Brandi's voice was lilting, sweet, and it would be easy for Epona to picture how it might translate, so long as she could demonstrate power, into a warm, full soprano.

"I'm Brandywine O'Lyon, but really, everyone calls me Brandi. I...heard you might be hiring?" Her tone was hopeful. "I can wait tables, clean, anything, and if you have the space, I can sing, or play for your customers." She looked up at the rigging above the stage, taking a breath in. She would do anything to audition, in truth, but she wouldn't presume.  Not until she had proven herself. Unless there were open auditions...oh she could only hope. 

Oh it breaks my heart to see you this way
The beauty and life, where's it gone?
And somebody told me you were doing okay
Somehow I guess they were wrong

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #2 on: Mar 15, 16, 04:38:12 AM »
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The young fiddler didn't panic. She didn't protest. She even followed directions.

Epona Cororan smiled fleetingly at the polite greeting; the smile grew as the list of chores and odd jobs she was willing to do emerged. She nodded reassuringly. "I'm pleased to meet you Brandi; we're not terribly formal unless strangers are about." Or Blood. They all clung much more deeply to formality than her Landen. "Everyone works, everyone cleans. You may have a bit part, or be orchestra most of the time. But even if you are chosen for a leading role, you will help in other areas. If that is not something you can accept, this isn't the place for you." Epona's gentle smile spoke of her hope that she could accept those terms. She waited with sparkling eyes for Brandi's response.

"I'd love to see some volume and projection. First spoken, then sung. Anything you would like, Brandi." Epona did not pace around her, hassle her or sing off key do distract. She always wanted to gage a person at their best. She listened intently, for diction as well as projection. Many young performers confused Projection and Volume; Epona sincerely hoped that Brandi did not. Again, Epona listened intently. She gestured for the young woman to keep singing whilst she tested her clarity at each corner of the Theatre.

Returning to the stage, she finally asked, "Why don't you tell me about yourself? Your family? Training? Why you desire a life on the stage?" Epona once more set herself to listening intently. Unbeknownst to Brandi, this was the most important part of her interview. Epona guarded her little family zealously from the overly ambitious, selfish and lazy. But she could always find work for those in need.


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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #3 on: Mar 15, 16, 10:10:04 PM »
"I'll...remember that," She gave the woman a faint smile, clearing her throat.  She was trying not to be too terribly nervous. She knew her stuff, that much she was confidant about. But it was still more than a little intimidating. "Oh yes, of course, I wouldn't have any problem with that at all.  Really I'm not sure what I'd do with my time if I wasn't rehersing or playing, so the work will keep me out of trouble. Or so my father always used to tell me."  She said with a sheepish smile crossing her lips and a little shrug. Her family had always tried to keep Brandi busy...it never worked.

"I...right now? Um. Alright then." She nodded and watched Epona head down off the stage. She took a breath in and looked around the place a moment. Something spoken. Okay...she could do that. She set her  fiddle case down and hurriedly un-braided her hair, running her fingers through it to muss it quite a bit. She took a moment and hunched over, affecting a pose of a wizened old woman, licking her lips, cocking her head to the side.

"`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves," She started in on the poem, with a strong, full voice, that mimic'd age, an old woman telling a story, almost like a narrator might, with a moral tale. "Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe."

She breathed in, moving downstage, admonishing a costar that wasn't there, ""Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!" Her hand reached out to snatch at the air and she crossed to stage right, thrusting her hand into the air, "Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch!"

Brandi straightened up a bit, shifting her affectation to a cocky swagger, like a male might have, her hand loose on an imaginary blade. She took up a fencing stance, leaning back into it  "He took his vorpal sword in hand:" Her tone almost cheerful, bright,  "Long time the manxome foe he sought--" she found the edge of the stage and leaned against the wall casually, crossing her arms over her chest, like she was pleased with herself "So rested he by the Tumtum tree,  And stood awhile in thought. And," She pushed off the edge of the stage and moved to the center, her voice pitching to raise the tension  "as in uffish thought he stood," Her words became almost dark, ominous, "The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame," Her arms raised like giant wings, a passion ringing in her voice, enough to send chills down the arms, "Came whiffling through the tulgey wood," She paused to make a large, circle around the stage, ending just under the midpoint, as if she was a dragon swooping over the field, "And burbled as it came!"


She slipped from the dragon, back into the male, taking up the imaginary sword again, "One, two! One, two! And through and through," She made two lunges, like she was fighting with the imaginary beast "The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!" Her words cut like the blade would, biting, ringing through the hall, letting the sound fade before she coutinued, her tone turning more sombre. "He left it dead, and with its head,  He went galumphing back."

She paused a moment for effect, and shifted to a young, sweet maiden's tone, gasping in surprise "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?" Brandi threw open her arms, sliding to the front of the stage with eagerness "Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! And He chortled in his joy."

She took two steps back, and as she did, she seemed to shrink back into herself, her shoulder's hunching, finding that wizened old woman again, her voice lowering to the creaking rasp of an ancient mind. Her voice deeper, enough that the audience would stop and strain to listen "`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves,  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves," Her voice pitched even lower, but even at it's lowest, was fairly well projected " And the mome raths outgrabe."

She lowered her head in an almost bow, and took a breath in, then bounced back up to her toes, quickly smoothing and straightening out her hair quickly, pulling at it so it wasn't all over the place. She peered at Epona for her reaction before shaking herself out of it and hurrying back to her fiddle. "Alright, a song, do you mind if I play as well?" She asked hopefully, and so long as she got the nod, she checked the tune of the instrument before beginning.


Satisfied, she kicked off her shoes and tucked them by her case, and smoothed down her skirt, before moving to the center of the stage. She had no drum, so she drummed her heel onto the stage until she had the rhythm. Once that happened...well she just didn't sit still. Bow to strings, and she bounced into the air, dancing as she played, alternating between singing the sweet, country style song. The song was technically for more than one voice, but she managed it just fine.  Somehow she worked the fiddle to be the sister's voice, even though she sang all the words.

There was a joy when she played,  and she was very light on her feet as she danced across the stage as she played and sang. When it was done, she was breathless, but smiling, like she had enjoyed the chance to play on a real stage so very much. She held her fiddle, looking at Epona with an almost nervously shy smile, awaiting judgement.

"I...oh. Well, I've always wanted to be on stage, and I've been singing and playing since as long as I could remember. My Ma used to say I never learned to talk, just to sing." She took a breath in, playing with the loose string of the fiddle absently. "My family breeds sheep, for the wool, you see. I spent most of my life in the fields over my home. But my heart just called to this I..." A worry touched her green eyes, and she looked out to the audience in thought, shaking her head. "I've been on my own for the last two years, and haven't been all that successful in finding myself a spot. Mostly I don't have any experience, and I'm not willing to serve anything more than food." If she got her meaning. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I've brothers and sisters, of course, but they are back home. I hope, truthfully, to make enough of a savings to bring them to see me perform, one day..." Her smile faltered a bit, and she tugged on her good dress, the only one she had. "But so far, I'm on my own. I've been staying in the stables of Jorah's Inn, in the city. I clean his hearth in exchange for the dry hay and the warmth, and play on the corner at the marketplace."  She was proud she had survived this long in the city on her own. It had been a hard winter, and maybe Epona could see that glint in her eyes, of frustration and hope, like this was her last hope, before she gave up and went home.

Oh it breaks my heart to see you this way
The beauty and life, where's it gone?
And somebody told me you were doing okay
Somehow I guess they were wrong

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #4 on: Mar 16, 16, 06:53:13 AM »
Winter, 190 AP, A respectable town just outside of the Capitol
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Epona Corcoran laughed brightly at the spirited audition; it was a very wise choice, as getting through the tongue twister unscathed was no easy task. And once more Brandi followed direction, performing as requested. She demonstrated her command of the stage, moving upstate and back freely, not acting as if glued in place.

And yes, there were blocking movements and other particular tricks of the trade that could be taught, if she showed a willing nature. Yet in all it was a delightful performance. And that was before she sang. Epona herself was a gifted soprano, and faced with the clarity of Brandi's voice she was filled with anticipation. She wanted to sing with her; lift her own voice for the second roll; but that would be for later. And only think of all the options available with two strong sopranos!

Epona walked back up to the stage. "Excellent diction, and you've a lovely singing voice. We'll have to address posture and deportment. I'd like to sing that song with you ...acapela." she waited a beat and explained, "Without music. To better assess your voice."

If Brandi agreed she would be met with the gift of not merely singing with a polished professional, able to both support and soar on her own, but someone who truly loved music. As the last notes died away Epona's brilliant smile graced Brandi. "Yes ...that was exquisite. Please, join me in my office for lunch, and we'll discuss terms. Also, can you paint by any chance? We had a ..." She paused, clearly reordered what she had intended to stay. "We need some scenery repaired before our show this evening."

"Sheep is it? Well, there's stable work to be had if you prefer it to waiting tables or cleaning rooms. Is your family likely to come looking? Though I suspect with that voice you'd make good tips." She faced Brandi and spoke frankly. "While I don't dictate every aspect of my people's lives I do have a few rules. If anyone chooses the course of a prostitute, they do so from the local Red Moon House, not from my property. Nor do we judge them for that choice. Theatre Business is theatre business; don't discuss it with outsiders. And everyone has a past; none of you are required to share it, so please don't ask. You are free to volunteer it, only don't press for it. Does that make sense to you?"


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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #5 on: Mar 16, 16, 11:56:09 AM »
"Really? You liked it?" She gasped with surprise and pleasure, resisting the urge to clap her hands right then and there. She took the few pieces of criticisim seriously, a small nod, "I'm happy to learn, whatever you think I need to work on. I've never really performed on a stage like this, just  my parent's bed..." She said sheepishly, with a small laugh.

"Yes oh, I'd love to," At the suggestion, Brandi nearly glowed, her head bounced yes. Mentally, she prepared herself, taking a breath in, as Epona suggested the song. A quick nod of agreement, of course she knew the song. 

The experience was fantastic, with two people who loved the craft, her younger voice chasing the experience throughout the different parts, not belting to over-shine, but pulling back where she needed to, to be sure to mix her voice, instead of competing.

When they were done, she grinned just a bit, "Oh that would be lovely, just....really lovely." She pulled on her shoes and put away her fiddle as they talked. A pause, and a skeptical look at the comment about painting. "Well I'm handy enough, I'm no Clan Kerry, but I get more paint on the wall than myself most times," She said with a small chuckle, "What sort of backdrop needs work?"

"Where ever I'm needed, really, I can do either," Brandi shrugged as they walked, but stopped. "No, no, truth be told, they were happy to be rid of me. Too much daydreaming, not enough sheering. A friend of mine said it was because I have an artist's soul, that the work was too mundane. I don't know. I want to help and do my part." She listened to the rules with a serious face, and nodded quietly. "No gossiping, understood."  It was the easiest way to sum up the rule, really.
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The beauty and life, where's it gone?
And somebody told me you were doing okay
Somehow I guess they were wrong

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #6 on: Mar 17, 16, 02:45:45 PM »
Winter, 190 AP, A respectable town just outside of the Capitol
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Padean Falkirk, double blessed Jeweled son of the fierce Falkirk Highlands, indeed son of their Laird, blooded warrior and Court Bard looked every bit of what he was not. He looked like a Dhemlanese student. A wealthy Dhemlanese student, with backpack but minus the tutor or bodyguard. An ivory froth of lace at his collar and cuffs accented by his tiger eye stick pin and matching cufflinks was set off by his elaborate brocade vest and Dhemlanese suit. The tailor had gone to great lengths to fit the jacket to conceal Padean's broad shoulders and make it appear padded, as was the height of fashion in Dhemlan. This almost worked because Padean was lanky, for a Falkirk. But the pants failed to disguise Padeans well muscled legs. Padean's jaunty walk and carefree demeanor contributed to the impression of outlander, not Highlander. He would have been distressed to think anyone would not know at a glance that he was a Highland Falkirk.

He brought treasures for Epona and the theater. Swatches of cloth, paints with a set of paint brushes, a pail, a new nail setter and a sample of tacking glue. He also brought Niall's schedule which might allow Niall to finish the winter season as Puck. He knew that would be well received, and sweeten the Dhemlan Director Mariquita Ocana towards actually reading Padeans play. He paused a moment to absorb the ambiance of the ancient brick and stone structure that was the Hammer & Anvil. Before a show in the early evening the building glowed from hundreds of candles, witch lights, and torches giving promise of the suspension of reality, an indulgence in music, song and dance. Even now with the winter sun barely peeking through the clouds it held his bardic soul.

A shift in the wind brought an aria with it. A duet without words, soprano voices entwined in harmony. Padean stood dumbstruck. Then he hurried into the theater, using just a touch of Craft to block any noise his entrance made. He stood entranced. He knew Epona, but who was the beautiful barefooted girl? He was tempted to add his baritone to their song, but he didn't know that song. When the song finished, he walked onto the stage and gave both ladies a bow.

He turned to Epona, "I come bearing gifts." he turned toward Brandi, "and thank you for the gift of your song."

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #7 on: Mar 17, 16, 05:43:41 PM »
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Another of Epona Corcoran's ephemeral, brilliant smiles graced Brandi. "You are a natural. I have so much to teach you!" And she did ... Because Brandi had just demonstrated that she could be taught, that she didn't face criticism with knee-jerk defensiveness or hurt feelings. That she understood her mastery of the stage would take a lifetime. "I don't normally take stage roles myself, but you might just tempt me. We've a beautiful alto ..."

Her planning was interrupted by a gesture back stage, "Forests ...they are more difficult to render realistically than you might be aware. But that come after lunch and finding you quarters. It's a little crammed, but Elise (blue fairy number five) needs a roommate." Her smiled dimmed, a trifle more serious, "Indeed, avoiding gossip and keeping each other's secrets builds trust. It allows ..."

Abruptly the sweetly determined and utterly professional woman speaking with Brandi was over-run by shear, youthful enthusiasm. Epona's posture grew subtly tense, but her eyes gleamed amusement and a laugh found its way in to her voice. "This is Prince Padean Falkirk, Court Bard and brother to one of our most distinguished guests." Her voice hit the title with a hint of significance; this young man was one of the Jeweled Blood. "Prince, this is Miss Brandywine O'Lyons. I have only just hired her; we were about to have lunch, would you care to join us?"

Epona made a point of her protection being upon Brandi; these Falkirks were wild and untamed, but as Clannish as they came.

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #8 on: Mar 17, 16, 08:03:11 PM »
"I'd love to be on stage with you, I think we make a good team," Brandi was a font of bright enthusiasm. But it wasn't cloying or fake, she seemed to almost settle into it, like an old cloak, like she had been holding it in and now, here, having touched the stage, that was what she wanted to show the world: her heart.

A curious tilt of her head at the mention of forests. "I would think so, the texture of the trees must be simply awful. My brother sketched in his free time, but I never really had a hand in it. But if we make it a paint-by-number I could do the more mundane chore of slapping paint on canvas." She offered, doing her best to not feel overwhelmed. This was happening fast. When she had gotten up in the morning, she had not imagined that this would be the end of the day. And it wasn't the end of the day yet.

"I've no problem sharing. It's been with horses these last few months, so I doubt it can get much worse," She said, with a good natured tone. Brandi hesitated. "Not to imply, I mean, I'm sure she is very lovely." Attempting not to stammer through her apology. She cleared her throat and gave the ceiling a long suffering sigh. She needed to learn to shut her mouth sometimes.

Her attention was intent on Epona, for the most part, until she trailed off. She turned to see whom Epona was talking to, and blinked in surprised at the young Prince's introduction. "Oh..." she looked at Epona, curious as to her tensing. Was this a bad man? No, he didn't seem as such. He seemed perfectly lovely. A touch of color rose on her cheeks at his words, "Oh, you heard...thank you, Prince. I'm honored to meet you," She paused, then dipped quickly into a curtsy. There was no fear, no tension in her.  She had no fear of the Jeweled, and was happy to serve them. But she had been lucky.

Brandi resisted the urge to squee to herself when Epona placed her verbal mark on her, using the term 'hired' in the present tense. She was simply so happy, she would have agreed to just about anything at that moment. "What's it like being a Court Bard?" She asked with a natural curiosity in her tone to the Prince, waiting for Epona to lead the way.  "I've never met one."
Oh it breaks my heart to see you this way
The beauty and life, where's it gone?
And somebody told me you were doing okay
Somehow I guess they were wrong

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #9 on: Apr 09, 16, 07:12:26 PM »
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Padean gave the lovely Brandi a court bow with all the flourishes of the Dhemlian Territory Court. He winked at Epona and stood with one arm behind his back and inspected the young ladies with an imaginary quizzing glass with mannerisms based on the Hammer and Anvil's very own Dhemlanese director Mariquita Ocana. He turned and paced, turning the imaginary quizzing glass into an Illusion Craft walking stick.

"A Bard is part minstrel, part musician but mostly a, a bridge, if you will. A Court Bard is a bridge between the Court and the people. Our duty is to communicate accurately more than just news, laws and the weather. This bridge goes both ways. From Landen to high blood and back again. We use ballads, satire, dirges and poems to get the message across." He shifted the Illusion between pipes, hand harp, hand drum and fiddle while he spoke, then turned back to face them dispelling the illusions. He paused waiting for questions a moment then Appeared his best Falkirk Tartan, cap and badge. He swirled the Tartan into place, his dandified stance shifting to warrior, he places his cap at the correct angle, his expression shifted from lighthearted to Highlander hard. The snapping of his badge in place completed his transformation into the Falkirk Prince he was.

"I am the Falkirk Court Bard. We protect our own. As Court Bard I don't wander around as much as a normal Highland bard but all Highland Clan migrate with the herds and weather." He gave a wary shrug, then added, "And sometimes for politics."

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #10 on: Apr 10, 16, 08:30:54 PM »
Her eyes widened when he started in with the illusions. She watched, quietly enraptured. She had seen something like this, on a smaller scale but never with his effortless grace. She laughed with delight when he shifted from walking stick to the other various instruments.

She didn't seem intimidated, though, not even when he put on the tartan and adopted a warrior's pose. Brandi tilted her head with sheer curiosity and fascination. She found the blood to be beautiful creatures, like seeing wolves up close. Deadly and dangerous, but she was not prey, not in any form of the word, to most of them.

"well I am very honored to meet you, Prince. Hopefully you will encounter little politics and many stories." She glanced to her new boss, and lapsed back into silence, hopefully not gaining a reputation for being too much of a chatterbox.

She straightened her shoulders and looked to Epona, "Can I help gather lunch then? For the two of you? If Prince Falkirk has something to discuss with you, I have no problem waiting." Brandi would rather help, than be a bother. And if the prince had come to talk to Epona? Then she would just have to wait.

Her eyes flicked around the stage one more time. She felt giddy, her head so light. It was...more than she could have hoped for. She had hoped for a job, a steady income. But this...this was a chance to perform. Really perform. And earn her stripes. Maybe even perform for some of the Blood? No, there was no way she could do that...but Epona had mentioned that the Prince was a brother to one of the guests. Was it so strange to think they would want to see her perform?
Oh it breaks my heart to see you this way
The beauty and life, where's it gone?
And somebody told me you were doing okay
Somehow I guess they were wrong

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #11 on: Jun 12, 16, 04:59:21 AM »
Winter, 190 AP, A respectable town just outside of the Capitol The Inn at the Hammer and Anvil, Stage Center.



Epona Corcoran watched as the young Bard displayed both his skill and versatility. He was utterly fascinating, both for his deft use of Craft and the many voices he could mimic. It reminded her of Niall, who was a master of his voice, and that brought a faint, sad smile to her lips. It was truly a waste, that Padean's first love was the Highland Clan of his birth. He would make a formidable addition to any play, and though she would be happy to cast him, she still had some hesitation when it came to the play he'd written. He made her both uneasy and sad when he chose to present himself not as the gangling, would-be actor and playwright she had slowly come to know, but the fierce and dangerous Blood warrior that was his true nature.

Brandi seemed equally enchanted by the display, or perhaps even more so; she would adore seeing the affects basic Craft could add to their shows. Almost, Epona warned her of the risks and dangers of the Blood. Yet in the end, she held her tongue; young Prince Padean at least, seemed unlikely to burn down the theatre he so desired to perform at. Epona nodded agreement to his explanation of the role of Bards, adding "They provide a safer way of objecting to a Queen's ruling than speaking up yourself in Court, though their power is indirect and we have no ability to correct their impressions if they don't represent us as we like. So you must always act with care, when dealing with one." Bards were valuable, because the powerless could often more honestly express their fears and needs to a bard than to a powerful noble. Having a Bard also be a powerful noble seemed to somehow escape the people working with them; but perhaps that was deliberate effort on the part of the Bards. She looked thoughtfully at the young man. "Have you finished the scholarship application Lady Ocana asked you to fill out, Prince? Her letter of recommendation is quite glowing."

Epona smiled with open warmth at Brandi's offer to help with lunch. She gestured back towards the Choir Loft. "Let us retire to the choir loft rather than my office for lunch. Why don't you two head on up, and I shall let Arthfael know that we are eating there?" She had no doubt that Arthfael already knew about Padean's entrance and would have ordered an extra lunch tray, but she wished a few words with her best friend before she tried to debate their next seasons' show with Padean Falkirk. Still, she imagined young Brandi would be just the edge needed to convince Prince Padean to let her stage that most tragic of Operas.

And she had just the part in mind for the engaging young Bard.

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #12 on: Aug 29, 16, 01:36:38 AM »
Winter, 190 AP, A respectable town just outside of the Capitol The Inn at the Hammer and Anvil, Stage Center.


Padean bowed again to Epona and responded to her query, "Yes, Lady Corcoran, I mean Epona," he grinned eyes twinkling, "I have high hopes for this application! To have such a well respected Dhemlian director as Lady Ocana recommend me is outstanding!" Padean's stomach rumbled and he gave an impish grin. "But that's something for future hope. For now, Brandi, let's head for the loft and wait for Epona and especially lunch."

Padean guided the pretty actress to the Choir Loft as pleased with the distraction Brandi's presence created as with the release from boredom the theater represented. The lowlands, especially Killian territory was stifling to the Highlander. With the Clan delayed by the politics at Killian Keep there wasn't much for an even tempered Blood Prince to do, but Padean's Bardic calling could sooth his restlessness and with both his father and Yseult were distracted with personal bonds, they'd never notice his dabbling in the theater. Along with helping with special effects, he might even take a minor part or sing between acts.

"Has Epona picked the play you will be in?" Padean's Melodious baritone echoed slightly in the stairwell. It was filled with warmth and sincere interest. "I'm hoping Lady Ocana will write me in some small role. Looks like the Clan will be here several weeks if not months and I'm going stir crazy wandering around Killian Keep trying hard not to create a diplomatic crisis  or a Clan feud. As a Bard I've the music, the voice and the instruments all I need is the audience." His boyish grin flashed at Brandi

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Re: The Scottish Play: On with Show
« Reply #13 on: Nov 01, 18, 01:58:58 AM »
Yseultl had followed her exciteablde and favorite brother into the Theatre, than stood spell bound as young Brandiwhyne’s truly beautiful voice filled the place. Err, theatre. If she called it a mere place Padean would never, ever forgive her. Her eyes lit with laughter, at the thought. Her brother longed above all things to go to Dhemlan and study theatre there. But the price was horribly expensive and without some scholarships or patroanage they could never afford it. So him all but haunting anywhere the Dhemlanese director might be found had not surprised his sister, one bit. She waved seamus back a step, then moved into the threatre, as if Padean had meant to introduce her.

“Well, now you have an audience!” she replied. It saved the poor girl from Padean’s relentless questioning. She flashed a smile at the lass, pleased that Padean had found someone who shared his passions. “I’ll clear it with father, Padean, if you really want a part in a play.” almost, she reminded him that no matter how small, he’d have to be here every day for it. It wouldnt do any good to curb his enthusiasm, and if she knew him, she knew he’d work hi way into helping on the special effects and props back stage as well.

Miss Brandiwhine and Padean, however, were too well matched; they both chattered to the young Falkirk Queen about plays, movies and roles with an abandon that was too rarely given to her. It was only then that she realized the young lass probably didn’t know who she was, yet. Ysuelt kept it that way, deftly guiding teh party to where Epona’s lunch was set up. She’d actualy come to talk to the lady’s steward, only to be given a run around as to who, precisely that was.

Ysuelt took her new responsibllty to protect Niall’s home just as seriously as if it were a farmstead in the Highlands. Therefore she needed to know what its finances were, what crops or other products it produced, and what it purchased. She needed a nice list of enemies, threats and allies as well as an insider to give her hints on what to look for to deremine if anything went wrong. Her recent Delve of the Land proved that the Theatre and Inn were well placed, suited to the land they perched atop. But that would hardly help her keep the place going! And no one here wanted to talk to the Blood Queen who had stolen Niall away.

Not yet, anyway; that would change over time. Especially if Padean wormed his way into the good graces of the theatre folk. Yesult set herlsef to listen, be charming and monitor the comings and goings of the place whilst they ate.

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The rugged western mountains all the way to the sea.
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Glencoe District (Warlord Prince Liam Devlin),
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