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Post by blackfox2 on Jun 12, 2011 20:32:45 GMT -5
I had been recruited as part of a troupe of actors to perform a cycle of tragedies for three weeks, the job paid extremely well and I was all the happier for it. It would be enough to pay for a good portion of my marque, though there would still be a good third to go. It had to be my finest moment yet. The playhouse was never packed, but had a good showing each night, and of course if you saw one show you had to see the other two, that's how a series worked. All this was to support an up and coming playwright who wrote of the land of Alba from which he hailed. This was my last production. Minor nobles and common folk filled the seats (or so I presumed, I didn't know if there were any others out there of higher rank.) I stepped out for the final scene. My character was supposed to confront a satanic figure who guarded the bridge between two worlds so that I could rescue my love from the other realm.
I walked out, sweat on my face and a sword in my hand. The gaurd stepped out, covered in a cloak of midnight blue with slate colored knotwork adorning it. I glared at it and raised my sword. "Bridgeman! You have no right to take away my love, no order from the your masters above. You reckless monster who dares to steal her away, you have met your fate, you've met your Doomsday!"
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Post by blackfox2 on Jun 25, 2011 14:18:57 GMT -5
The bridgemaster laughed and took a step closer to me and I pointed my sword heroically at its neck. Then the creature spoke, frightening and cold, but somewhat androgynous. “Stupid child, the one I guard is not her but you! You think yourself wise but you have yet to deduce, that you are part of me and I am part of who you are and have been since I could seduce. We are a pair you and I, for I art they mother.
With that the Bridgman revealed itself to not only be a woman, but my character’s mother. You could feel the audience grow silent as she explained her controlling ways and that to have my love I would have to kill the one who bore me.
There was a long soliloquy of what love is greater. The kind that leaves you thinking for a long time afterwards. But in the end the deed was done and after quite the fight she was dead and I raced across the bridge to live with my love there. Afterwards I bowed and the cast was met with much applause and I considered it a success.
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