1 Name: Epsira : 2014-08-03 01:14 ID:5RqFvkY4 [Del]
Backstory Fragment:
I wrote this play for the last forum I frequented, yet no matter how many times I posted it, this would not be read. Attention spans ran fairly low, and the few who read it didn't understand the meaning.
I want to see how this forum differs.
Once upon a drunken, hazy night, about the seedy alleyways of town Revned, two amicable friends made their way for gold and glory; much to their ignorance, chicken eggs and chance. They were in for a long night.
Act I
[Enter the two wayfaring knights, Sir Cadrigan and Hardun into an alley with a mad raver]
Scene 1
Mad raver: Listen, listen you damned walkers, callous fools, classless morons!
Sir Hardun: What is it that annoys you so much to spurt your annoying use of language on us?
Mad raver: Ah, you are idiots as the rest of them! I hold myself solitary on this street, a vigilant in paupers rags, can't you see me? But I will tell you my exalted views on the world and I shall force you to recognize my radiant world insight!
Sir Cadrigan: Let's go, he's obviously mad-"
Mad Raver: I am the voice of reason here!
Sir Hardun: Not a person walking along these darkened alleys gives a single shit about whatever it is you blither on about
Sir Cadrigan: Hardun, Why bother with this madman? Can't you see the deranged look in his eye? The way he conducts himself as if he's a Lone wolf among a horde of sheep? Come Sir Hardun, he cares nothing for the likes of you and me, but sees himself only, a solitary priest in a world of sinners needing enlightenment when it is he that lies in this dark gutter, mumbling to himself and assaulting newcomers. I hope few people walk this way...
Sir Hardun: Unhand me, friend! This nuisance must see the error of his ways! I refuse to let someone of his low caliber walk on me with his shitty musings! Come, help me against him!
Mad Raver: What are you trying to pull here- [pulls out a knife]
Sir Cadrigan: Shall we leave now?
Sir Hardun: Well, we don't have anything like that
[Knights back away from the madman and continue down the alleyway]
Scene II
Sir Cadrigan: Ah, the air feels a bit lighter here
Sir Hardun: Why couldn't you take offense to him?!
Sir Cadrigan: take offense, you have that sense of pride that allows umbrage to affect you, the same kind that Raver sulks with in the dark.
Sir Hardun: What am I now, a monster?
Sir Cadrigan: Monsters live in the dark, they sustain a certain flame of hatred, they may live under bridges for all I know. No, Hardun, as long as you walk beside me you'll never hunch low on scaly haunches
Sir Hardun: So what, you fancy yourself a samaritan then? What, you prevent the would-be sinners from sinning? What are you, a priest? What are you, god?
Sir Cadrigan: There's good skepticism in your voice. That's precisely what I preach, skepticism. You'll be taken in by nothing and be taken by nothing. To care for these alleys is a mistake, and the ones who try cleansing its denizens most become the dirtiest refuse. I stay away from care, for it makes monsters of good people.
[Enter Shadow]
