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PostPosted: Sat, Feb 27 2016, 17:08 PM 

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*In the Triumvir Stage, there's a place with several plays stored, listed as follows...*

The Refugee by Samrael Cymere
Honor Among Thieves by Emilie Everguard

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PostPosted: Sat, Feb 27 2016, 17:10 PM 

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Sunkin Sheep wrote:
Original Play by Aeganadenya Roukisnikov Cymere
A possible adaptation of an original monologue by Demitri Farrisburg

The Refugee

ACT 1

SCENE 1: Arcon Street
(Lighting on Narrator, right and forward)
Narrator: Behold travelers! You come tonight in search of excitement, or perhaps a vacation, maybe even an evening out away from the wife, so… excitement none the less. What better time to visit the exotic and whimsical island of Arcon! Right here in the Trackless Sea! Arcon, full of beautiful architecture and boundless history. That’s right folks, if you’re looking for a good time, make it an Arcon hour.
(Lighting on main stage, enter protesters: 1, 2, and 3. Molly, marching in front of Arcon Castle)
Protestors 1,2,: (In protest)Down with Arcon, up with the people!(X2) Your Arcon is not our Arcon!(X2)
(Enter Molly carrying a sign as well, Stage left)
Molly: “Down with Arcon, up with the people! That’s right, if we don’t act, they won’t listen. Show ‘em you mean it too!” (She sighs and turns Protestor 2’s sign to face the right way. Then moves to continue the protest) “Your Arcon is not our Arcon.” (x2)
(A window swings open from the castle above, spilling a bucket of water on the protestors below ruining their signs. The protestors gasp. Enter Peet from balcony)
Captain Peet: Oh, Shaddup!
Molly: They can ruin our signs but they can’t ruin our message! Louder! Down with Arcon, Up with the people! Down with-
(Captain Peet frowns and rolls his eyes, drenching the protesters with a second bucket of water. Molly spits out some water, and the rest of the protesters begin slipping on the pavement, but they continue marching, with their fists in the air.)
Protesters: You can ruin our signs, but you can’t ruin our message! Down with Arcon, Up with the people!
(Peet turns the bucket upside down over their heads below, but realizes that no water empties out. Peet then throws the bucket at Molly’s head, knocking her over. Peet then leaves the balcony, slamming the window shut. The protesters aid to Molly, all three of them supporting her.)
Molly(While being supported): No! No! Keep protesting! Your Arcon is not our Arcon! Your Arcon is not-
(A whistle blows and two guards approach from stage right. The protesters drop Molly right then and there, and flee, exit stage left. Meanwhile, the guards apprehend Molly, one on each arm, and drag her back off stage right.)
Molly (While being dragged, kicking and wailing): Get off me! Do you know who my father is? Help. Help!!
Narrorator: Yes, Arcon! The shining gem of the Trackless Sea. So, perhaps there are a few unsettled differences that have not quite been resolved since Good King Richard Arconia the 8th passed away, but Queen Alma Arconia is hard at work, and makes sure her people are well taken care of. Because Arcon is yourcon too! This message has been provided by her majesty Queen Alma Arconia, dictated but not written.. (Bow, and let lights dim out. Exit stage right.)

SCENE 2: Docks/Slums
(Lighting dark, it is storming out, lightening too. Main light on Fisherman and Bard.)
Bard (browsing the fisherman’s things.): I’d like uh’ fish please.
Fisherman: Aye? Which fish, we got all sorts down ‘ere.
Bard: Oh, uhh. Just the salmon.
Fisherman: No, we ain’t caught any salmon.
Bard: No? Alright, how is the halibut?
Fisherman: All out of the halibut, Me ‘fraid.
Bard: crab it is then.
Fisherman: (Shake your head no)
Bard (More agitated): Look, just tell me what you do have!
Fisherman: Starfish, today..
Bard: Starfish?
Fisherman: Aye, that’s it.
Bard: …Well, alright then.
Fisherman: Sorry we’re closed.
(They both frown, then Lightening flashes among the docks and sounds of sea echo the scene)
Pirate: Ship Be Approaching! Ready the Ropes.
(All three men stop what they were doing, and run over to the docks, pulling up ropes for a moment. Bard stops to take a gander)
Bard: By Umberlee’s left foot. It looks to be only half a ship!
Fisherman: Half-a-ship? No, No, look. It’s a sinkin’ one.
Bard: By the gods, you’re right… And I think someone is aboard it. Oh… he’s waving.
(The fisherman waves)
Pirate: He ain’t waving ye twits. He’s signaling for help. Hurry, toss ‘em the lifesaver.
(The three ready and throw a life preserver out off the side of the deck, reeling in a lost sailor and pull him upon the stage. Enter David)
David: (Coughs/hacks)
Fisherman: I think he’s trying to say something!
Bard: What is it friend?
David: (Gasping) Choking-
Pirate: What’d he say?
Fisherman: Not sure..
David: *Cough-Cough*
Bard: Oh, I know! Charades is it?
(They all give the bard a look.)
Bard: Mayhaps later then…
(The pirate reaches behind David, and squeezes his stomach. David spits out a ring and the Bard catches it.)
Bard: Why, it is a ring!
David: I said, *gasps* I was choking…
Pirate: Let me see that, (Takes the ring from the bard) Why, this is a mighty nice ring lad.
(David snatches it back)
David: Hey that belongs to me! (Slips it back on his finger) Gods, my boat hit some rocks…
Bard: Perhaps you’d better sit, you look dizzy!
(David sits on the ground and the fisherman puts a blanket around him with a grin)
Pirate: Aye, yer a sailor that much I can tell. Where were ye headed lad?
David: To the Moonshaes, or so I thought. W-Where am I anyways?
(The bard laughs maniacally + lightening)
David: …?
Fisherman: Well sire, this here be Arcon, you see… *Gulps*
David: Something wrong?
Pirate: Ho, ho. He sayin’ this land be cursed!
(Lightening strikes and silence)
David: Uhh, cursed?
Pirate: Eh, figuratively cursed…
David: Huh?
Pirate: Cursed with inflation!
David: Ah.
Bard: He looks like he could use a rest.
Pirate: Good idea, come with me lad, you can meet me daughter Molly, she’ll fix ye up a room back at our home. I be Captain James Onyx, and that there is Blissy and Mulluk.
(David nods to each in turn and bard and fisherman wave him off as David and Pirate exit stage right)

SCENE 3: Molly’s Home
David: Do you mind me asking Captain, where Is Arcon?
Pirate: In the Trackless of course, eh, just West of (Cover your mouth and mutter something.)
David: Eh?
Pirate: Nevermind it lad. Molly! Where is that girl?
(Molly enters the stage on que)
Molly: Here I am father.
Pirate: T’hell ye doin’ out so late.
Molly: I was arrested.
David: Arrested?
Molly: For our protest, Peet called his guards on us.
Pirate: *Sigh* She won’t ever step down.
Molly: The people won’t survive with a neglecting leadership such as Queen Alma’s.
David: Why don’t the people just leave?
Pirate: Hah ha, Nobody Leaves, lad.
Molly: Alma controls the port authority, which ensures no exports; no goods, no people.
David: What! Nobody can leave? That doesn’t make any sense!
Pirate: Afraid so.
David: But I can’t stay here, I got to make it back to the Moonshaes! I wasn’t meant to land here.
Molly: …Hmm,
Pirate: Hmm,
David: Well, what?
Pirate: Why not help us then get rid of Queen Alma!
David: What?! Are you crazy, I don’t want to fight in some political battle.
Molly: Well, I don’t think you’ve got much of a choice stranger. If you want to get a ship ride out of here, you’ll have to work with us! (She grins)
David: ...*Sigh* What do you expect me to do? I’m just a sailor.
Molly: Great! Okay, tomorrow is a big day for the resistance, here is the plan…
Pirate: Look, David lad. I tell you what, you help my daughter in her fight, and I’ll find a way for you to get off this island, even if I have to take my old ship out myself.
Molly: Father, that is bribery.
David: You’ll help me?
Pirate: Me just hate seein’ more hardies landin’ in port here as freely as you had.
David: Then what do I need to do?
(Then all lean in and start whispering)

SCENE 4: Queen’s Chamber
(Alma on stage, enter Peet)
Peet: Good evening my lady, it is I.
Alma: Oh, Peet. Good you’re here. I was worried I would have to fire you.
Peet: Not at all milady. You wished to go over the Royal Agenda?
Alma: Of course. I need your review of what it is I’m doing tomorrow.
Peet: You wish for me to read it to you, milady?
Alma: Well, if you insist, Peet.
Peet: Very well. *Clears his throat* You have breakfast at the orphanage tomorrow morning to apologize for running over their community dog with the Royal carriage.
Alma: Ah yes! Well, tell them I cannot make it with sincerest apology, I rather sleep in tomorrow.
Peet: Of course, milady. Then later that day, guards have reported a planned protest in the docks district. Your orders?
Alma: Protestors are tacky, Peet. I thought you got rid of them earlier today.
Peet: Well milady, the prison is quite full as it were. We should probably find a more diplomatic solution this time.
Alma: Very well… release upon them the Royal Tigers.
Peet: Of course milady, though, this may look bad from the public’s perspective of you.
Alma: Gods, you’re right. Scratch that Peet.
Peet: I shall.
Alma: Release only one tiger, and… put a few bells on his collar to lighten the mood of the people.
Peet: It shall be done, milady.
Alma: What next then?
Peet: You must prepare for the royal dinner this month, have you chosen an escort?
Alma: Drat. No. Who is the most suitable suitor this month?
Peet: I believe we jailed the cobbler, milady. However, I …Well, perhaps I could be your escort this month?
Alma: Hmm. I have a better idea! Find candidates among the street, and we shall have a bachelor’s challenge to see which is the most elegant, and err, well equipped to be my escort this eve.
Peet: *Sigh* It shall be done, milady.
Alma: Good, good, Peet! But remember to make sure they’re good looking, and not too dirty.
Peet: *Curses and walks off stage*

SCENE 5: Arcon Street
(Enter Bard, Fisherman, citizen 1, citizen 2)
Bard: You know, I’m actually a quarter demon
Fisherman: ….What?
Bard: Yes sire! A quarter demon, and a half elven.
Fisherman: No yer not. You’re just a human
Bard: Well technically, I’m a sixth human.
Fisherman: …
Bard: And a third dwarven.
Fisherman: That don’t add up!
Bard: You don’t even know the half of it.
Fisherman: Yer a git! Nobody likes a git.
Bard: But, I’m a git with feelings. And nobody likes starfish.
Fisherman: Well I would have caught something better were it not for the port authorities. *Grumble*
Citizen 1: Where is David? We’re ready!
David: Here I am! (Carrying two buckets)
Citizen 2: About time, I don’t know why Molly wants to trust this guy.
(Fisherman leans in to Citizen 2): because, he ain’t know no better should he get caught. Ehee hee.
David: Should I write it over here? (Motions to the wall)
Bard: Yes, yes! That’d be good.
(David begins writing on the wall, Molly enters stage left)
Molly: Alright everyone! Keep an eye out for the guards, we need to put up our messages so the public’s opinions are expressed.
Fisherman: Me thought that was illegal too.
Molly: Well, not today! We can’t give up to a bunch of bully bureaucrats.
(Everyone nods. David finishes writing: Arcon Sucks!)
David: Molly?
Molly: Yes, David?
David: I’m not so sure this is going to get the right message across.
Molly: Well what do you have in mind?
Bard: How about, “Blissy for Arcon!” The world is her stage!
Fisherman: Better, how about Blissy-fully ignorant.
Bard: *Sigh* It isn’t easy being a bard with no inspiration, especially in a world such as this. Art is shot down before political sieges, and I’m nothing but a clown. (Bard frowns)
Fisherman: I didn’t mean it lass… (Comforts Bard)
David: I was thinking, well. Graffiti is good and all, but has anyone tried talking to the queen?
Fisherman: Err….
Bard: That sounds complicated.
Molly: You can’t negotiate with narcissists.
(David sighs and continues writing on the wall)
David: Maybe not…
(Suddenly whistles are blown and jingling bells make their way to the stage. Enter Peet, Guard 2, and guard 1, and a tiger. )
Bard: Oh no! It is the Royal Tigers!
Fisherman: Actually, it looks to be just one tiger…
Bard: Oh look, it has a charming little bell on though.. Wait-It is coming right for us, (censored)!
(Everyone panics and scatters around the stage and theater, except for David who was too busy writing and is caught red handed by Peet.)
Peet: You sire, are under arrest!
David: *Flinches* M-Me?
Peet: I can call up ten law knights in ten minutes.
David: Uhh… what?
Peet: Don’t mess with the law, son.
David: I surrender?
Peet: Come quietly or be sent to jail!
David: Look, this isn’t what it looks like.
Peet: Heh, oh. Glad you’re not putting up a fight. I hate fighting really.
David: Oh yeah? Heh, me too! Guess I’ll uhh, be on my way then?
Peet: Not so fast… who are you, I don’t recognize you among the people.
David: I’m Davi-
Peet: Never mind it. Guards, take him to the queen’s chamber, I have a special plan for this one.
David: *Gulp* (Dragged off by guard one and guard two, Peet follows them)
(Enter Molly, Bard, and Fisherman)
Bard: Poor David!
Molly: I’ve never seen an idiot stick his neck out like that for me before.
Fisherman: What are we gonna do?
Molly: Lets get back to the docks, we got to come up with a plan to help David!
Fisherman + Bard: Aye!

-INTERMISSION-

SCENE SIX- Queen’s Chamber
(Bachelor 1, bachelor 2, and David sit on stools with a divider between them and Alma, Peet on opposite side with a mirror in hand)
Narrator: Good afternoon Arcon! Today Her Excellency, Queen Lady Alma Arconia will choose one lucky bachelor to escort her Royal carriage to the Royal Dinner this evening! But only one may win at her choice. The other two will be locked away in the prison for sexual harassment. Shall we begin Milady?
Alma: Oh, very well.
Narrator: Might I ask what the theme of this eve’s party is?
Alma: Oh, themes are so passé. Just an orgy and a dinner. First serve, first come. (Winks at the audience)
Narrator: Well, begin as you wish my queen!
Alma: Bachelor Number 1, if you were a weapon, what sort would You be?
Bachelor Number 1: I would be an arrow, and pierce your heart with my beautiful bow, and uhh, we can share our love and stuff.
Alma: Hmm, how corny. Peet *Ehem*
(Peet shows the mirror to Alma, showing her what Bachelor 1 looks like)
Alma: *pants* But, I suppose you might have other nice qualities about you. *Cough* Err, Bachelor Number two, where is your ideal romantic location to take a girl like me?
Bachelor 2: I’d take you anywhere you wanna go baby, but most importantly, I’ll make you go Cray-zay.
(Alma pulls out a fan and wags it at herself)
Alma: Uh-hum well, bachelor number 3, what is your favorite colour?
David: Uhh… *Glances over to Peet* …. Err, gold and orange?
Alma: *Gasp* Oh, wow. Great taste… Err, Peet come here, a moment, I think I’ve made my choice!
(Alma whispers to Peet a moment)
Peet: And the winner is, Bachelor Number. . .Three.
(David acts surprised, and Peet drags the other two men off stage Right)
(Alma runs over and takes David by the hand, pulling him center stage)
Alma: Oh, aren’t you a lucky one.
David: I don’t really know, to be honest.
Alma: Of course you are, and do you know why?
David: Err, because I’m not in jail.
(Enter Peet stage Right)
Alma: No silly, because this is not just a date to the Royal Dinner, it is an engagement of the Royal Marriage.
David: Wh-What?!
Alma: That is right, you’re to become my husband.
(Peet slaps his forehead)
David: Now wait just a minute, don’t I get a say in this!
Alma: If you dare refuse, I’ll put you in jail too.
David: …Do you have a boat?
Alma: A hundred boats!
David: …Err, y-yeah, I g-guess I have no choice.
Alma: Lovely, I’ll make the announcement.
Peet: the public announcement, Milady, are you sure?
Alma: Of course, ever since my father passed away, it has been my duty to make my life a public affair, Peet. You know that.
Peet: Your father is not dead, milady, we jailed him too.
Alma: Shush, shush. Let us make the announcement. What is your name anyways?
David: David,an-
Alma: Perfect David, you’ll be king before you know it.
David: Oh hells.
Peet: You said it. *Grumbles*
(Exit all stage left)

SCENE 7: Street
(Enter Bard, who makes his way to the center stage, and pulls out a starfish, looking both ways to make sure no one is watching, enter Fisherman)
Bard: (Takes a bite of the starfish and grins with satisfaction)
Fisherman: Aha!
(Bard tosses the starfish away)
Fisherman: So ye do like me starfishes!
Bard: Oh, I was just…eh.. No! Checking for poison.
Fisherman: Bah. Did I ever tell ye I am gonna become an adventurer?
Bard: Why the hells would you want to do something as hair-brained as that?
Fisherman: Well, dunno. Just seems right? I mean, all that evil out there, all the treasure…
Bard: All the conformity!
Fisherman: At least I’ll get one of those nice big shoulder pads.
Bard: Oh, or one of those lovely tunics!
(Enter Pirate and Molly)
Pirate: I heard the queen is going to make some sort of public announcement today, have we found out what happened to David yet?
Molly: I have a bad feeling about this.
Bard: Oh look, there they are! Up there.
(Peet blows a horn)
Peet: Her Excellency, Queen Alma Arconia of Arcon has an announcement to her people!
Alma: Good late afternoon my benevolent and much loved people. I, your queen, have a grand announcement for this evening. My new escort, David will soon become your king as much husband this midnight after the Royal Dinner.
Bard: What!
Fisherman: What!
Molly: What!
Pirate: What!
Alma: With that, you are all invited to join in the celebration by bringing me gifts, though, you can’t stay for the ceremony or dinner. I do hope you a happy evening and that you may find love as I have this very day. Good night, Arcon! (Exit Peet, Alma,)
Molly: This is horrible, David was probably put up to this!
Pirate: Hmm, it does seem likely.
Molly: The Nerve of that woman! She thinks everyone is her puppet, she treats us like insects but wants us to bring glitter and gold in exchange!
Bard: I may not know better, but it sounds like young Molly is a tad bit jealous.
(Molly blushes and looks away)
Fisherman: Ahar! That be true, Molly be fancying sailor David?
Molly: Oh, leave me be. I just think he’s been treated unfairly.
Pirate: Alright, lass. Alright. Lets rescue him then.
Bard: But how!
Pirate: We’ll bring the queen a gift alright, one she will never forget!
Molly: Okay, let us do it then!
Fisherman: Hmm, c’mon then fellas! Follow me, the brave adventurin’ sort!
Pirate: Egh! Mulluk wait! (They all exit stage left)

SCENE 8: Queen’s Chamber
(Alma is gripping on to David’s hand)
Alma: Oh, don’t you think I’m the most loveliest of this whole miserable island?
(David grins sheepishly)
David: Well, I guess nobody has a mind quite like yours here.
Alma: Ohoo hoo, umm, maybe it would be best not to speak unless spoken to at the wedding dearie.
David: *Gulp*
Peet: Milady, some villagers have arrived with a wedding gift.
Alma: Really? Oh, let them in then, I am curious as to why the first gift has arrived so late.
David: *Mumbles* If it is a tiger, I’m letting it eat me.
(Enter Bard, Fisherman, Molly, Pirate)
Alma: Oh, the street urchins. *Sigh* What are you doing here,
Molly: We demand you let David go, this man doesn’t even live here! He needs to be freed.
Alma: He is my husband-to-be!
Molly: He’s your slave. We all are, you neglect the demands of your people to suit your own needs, Alma.
Alma: That isn’t true!
Pirate: When was the last time ye let ships leave harbor?
Fisherman: We can’t get any good food into port because you won’t let us fish!
Alma: Peet, I want a mandatory diet change to vegetarianism as soon as tomorrow.
Peet: Err y-yes-
Bard: Because of you! No one has any inspiration for the arts!
Fisherman: Or industry!
Molly: Whatever we make or earn, you take it back. And nobody can earn enough to fight against this inflation!
Alma: Peet, I’ve heard enough of this. Jail them all.
(Peet walks over and grabs Molly by the wrist.)
Peet: I can’t do that milady.
Alma: Peet! Well, perhaps I will just have to fire you instead.
Peet: I don’t care. I rather serve the people than their spoiled queen. I tried to love you for who you are, but you care about anyone but yourself.
Alma: …
David: Can I say something?
David: Ever since I arrived here, there has nothing but fighting, constant fighting and arguing! Why can’t you work together to do what is right? The queen is charismatic yes, and a good public speaker, but without scrutiny on her policies, she is a tyrant. And, Molly, you know what is best for your people, but your radical ways won’t get them to follow you, you’ll only create more fighting.
Molly: …
David: If you all put your heads together, I am sure you can create a better union!
Molly: David is right, we’ve been fighting too long just to see you put away, but we’ve done little to change the lives of the people at ground level.
Alma: …Well, I suppose I haven’t been the most reliable. *She pouts* Fine, I-I’ll resign.
(everyone congratulates each other.)
Alma: On one occasion.
Molly: What is that?
Alma: David remains my husband!
David: *Gulp*
Molly: No!
David: Molly?
Molly: …
Bard: Oooo.
(Fisherman hits Bard lightly)
Molly: David, I know you don’t belong here, but neither do I. My fight is done, and I.. I want to see what else the world has in store for me, with you.
David: …Molly,
Molly: I know you think I’m just a boarder-line liberal terrorist, but I’m still a woman!
David: Oh Molly, of course I’d take you, but…
Pirate: Arr, I believe what David is trying to say is that your people need you here first Molly, to help them rebuild Arcon as we remember it.
Molly: I suppose you’re right.
(David takes off his ring and hands it to Molly)
David: That is yours now. It will remind you that I’ll come back someday to be with you.
Molly: Oh, David.
(The two kiss)
Bard: Oh great day! Inspiration at last! I can feel my heart swimming with song and love and- *Turns and kisses the Fisherman*
Fisherman: Your breath smells like starfish.
Bard: Shut up you beautiful fool! (They kiss)
(Peet nears Alma)
Peet: Times like this, make you let go of a lot of pent of secrets, am I right milady?
Alma: That you are Peet, and it is why I cannot keep this charade up any further. Peet,
Peet: Yes, milady?
Alma: I,
Peet: Yes?
Alma: I’m a lesbian! And I’m off to join the church of Sharess!(Heads off stage left in a flourish)
Peet: Sigh. It always happens.(Exits stage left)
Pirate: Well David, I believe I owe you a boat ride…
David: I understand Captain.
Molly: David, I … I just don’t know if I’ll be able to go on without you here.
David: Molly, you’re a survivor, you always have been. Whatever happens between us, that ring will remind you how much you mean to me.
(Molly hugs and kisses him goodbye again)
David: Alright Captain!
Bard: Come back soon David, we’ll all miss you!
Fisherman: Aye! We’ll be waiting for ye return!
David: Goodbye everyone! Goodbye!
(David, Pirate, Bard, Fisherman exit stage right)
(Molly inspects the ring center stage, and puts it on her finger)
Molly: A reminder. Perhaps a reminder is all we really need to push through these troubled times. Nobody will ever forget about this refugee. ( holds up her hand showing the ring, then Exits stage right)
(Enter cast bowing order)

The End

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Act I

Bard: The night of the announcement the tavern was brimming with excitement. Rumors had spread throughout the dark alleys of the kingdom that the Guild Master of the Roving Vagrants, Silvertongue, was going to pass his title to one of his fellows. You see, the Roving Vagrants is one of the few Thieves Guilds still standing after the recent King took the throne and cleaned the streets. They run the seedy underground of this otherwise pristine city. I had come to this tavern on countless nights, despite it's well-earned reputation for being a cesspool of vices, looking for a tale to tell. I sat with the Vagrants on the night of Silvertongue's announcement and as the next days unfolded I had witnessed a tale worthy of telling. In the aftermath of that fateful week I gathered their stories with one burning question that demanded an answer: When a reward hangs in the balance, is there any shred of honor among thieves? (Bows her head and sits down strumming her lute idly.)

(Silvertongue, Nightshade, and Scamp are seated at a table, drinks on the table, or in their hands)

Silvertongue: (Addressing the Bard.) Oy, minstrel! Come and join us, pull up a chair! No need to be shy.

(The bard stands and strides over, taking a seat.)

Scamp: (Slides an untouched mug of ale to the Bard.) Someone is feeling festive this night, eh boss?

Silvertongue: Well, tonight is to be a night for celebration, the end of an era! We shall need that voice to help us rejoice.

Nightshade: Why, where are your manners, Silvertongue? You tell her to join us and give her ale without even first giving your name. Just because everyone knows who you are doesn't mean you should forsake proper etiquette. (Speaks to the Bard directly.) I'll apologize on their behalf, doll. My name is Nightshade, the cutpurse countess of this whole operation.

Scamp: The name is Scamp, blacksmith by trade, but I'm usually the guy who saves the skins of the other Vagrants.

(Blackeye walks in.)

Nightshade: (Looks at Scamp.) Oh, come now, tell Doll your real thief name, Eggs.

Silvertongue: Oh yes, I almost forgot all about that. (Looks around the stage for the others.)

Scamp: What a minute, it isn't what it sounds like! Alright look, when I was a young lad I somehow managed to sneak into the city treasury, but you know that mean ol' Warden? Well -he- used to be a night guard at the treasury, and he hears like a bat. I wasn't able to pilfer much, granted, but I was able to slip by him. I got the nickname because I am sneaky. Y'know, 'able to walk on eggshells'. Light-footed, like.

Blackeye: (Calls out to the group while walking over.) Oh ho ho,You lyin' dog! (Pulls up a chair, puffing on a pipe.) An' you lot, lettin' him tell a low-down lie right to the ladies' face!

(Scamp begins to laugh sheepishly.)

Blackeye: Look-y here, Doll. Ol' Blackeye here will set the record straight, righ'? It wasn't no bank he was tryin' to pilfer. No no, it was a bakery.

Nightshade: And not just any bakery. Agatha's bakery in the square, stooped-over, half-blind, elderly Agatha.

Scamp: Hey! In all fairness, I didn't realize she lived in the bakery's basement.

(Alibi enters and sits down, taking his wine glass.)

Alibi: Ah, are we recounting the mis-adventures of Eggs?

Scamp: Unfortunately so, Alibi.

Silvertongue: So, Scamp goes in and tries to lift a few coins and something for his poor self to eat. So he goes to the kitchen... where he startles the old spinster's pet chicken.

Alibi: Ah yes, I fondly remember her setting that fiendish fowl on me when I came to collect her overdue taxes.

Nightshade: And so, Agatha comes storming up the stairs, sees our fine Scamp trying to shush the blasted chicken and she begins to throw anything she can at him, namely a few dozen eggs-

Scamp: (Cuts her off mid-sentence.) --Yeah, so I stumble my way into the alley, covered in shells and yolk-

Blackeye: And that's where me an' Silvertongue find him. We was takin' a shortcut from an actual heist. Y'know, the kind that big boys do.

(Pause for Scamp's reaction.)

Blackeye: And well, we felt so sorry for the clueless lad, wot with an old lady screamin' things that made me wonder if she was a sea wench in her days as a young lass.

Silvertongue: So, we took him in and taught him proper-like and after years of hard work earned the name Scamp, and eventually lost the name granted to him by a crazed spinster.

Alibi: (In tandem with Scamp.) Old witch.
Scamp: (In tandem with Alibi.) Old witch.

(Everyone laughs as Silhouette rushes on stage, murmuring apologies.)

Blackeye: (Takes a swig of his flask.) Oy, Silhouette. Ye just missed story time.

Silhouette: My apologies, Blackeye. Silvertongue. I got a little, ah, distracted on my way over, then needed to change..

Alibi: Hardly surprising, dear. The boss did wait until the last minute to arrange this little affair. Looks to Silvertongue. So, can we finally what is so important, my Lord?

Silvertongue: As impatient as ever, Alibi. Here I am, trying to enjoy the night with my thieves, and you are all in some kind of rush. (Eyes Silhouette.)

(Silhouette fidgets as she takes her seat.)

Nightshade: So are you going to kill us with anticipation then? I mean, it hardly seems proper to begin drinking without first hearing your big announcement.

Scamp: Not that propriety managed stopped Blackeye any, mind you.

(Blackeye raises his mug, grinning.)
(Nightshade also raises her glass, looking at Silvertongue expectantly. Scamp, Alibi, and Silhouette follow suit, raising their glasses.)

Silvertongue: (Raises his glass as the others follow suit and stands up.) Bah, have it your way.. My esteemed Roving Vagrants! I have called you here tonight to celebrate the end of an era. This decision has been considered for a long time now and I think the time has finally come for me to retire. (Pause for reactions.) Now, now, that does not mean that this is the end of the Vagrants, nor does it mean that I will be away from you scoundrels. I am simply stepping down in order to guide you from a more detached position while I leave the day-to-day guild business to one of you lot. I have no intentions to be bed-ridden the rest of my years. I mean, let's be honest-- you couldn't keep me away if ye tried.

(All look at Silvertongue, listening and then curiosity to their Guild mates.)

Alibi: So, who will be replacing you as Guild Master then?

Silvertongue: Not sure yet, I intend to make my decision by the week's end, if you lot have not come up with a choice amongst yourselves. Right now, it's anyone's game! So, with that, I propose a toast. To the future of the Vagrants! Prosper at any cost! (Lifts his drink to the others and takes a drink.)

All: Prosper at any cost. (They lift their glasses and drink.)

(After a long thoughtful pause, Silhouette speaks.)

Silhouette: ..Do you have to retire?

Scamp: Worry not, Sil, I say here and now that we should put it to a proper vote. Y'know, to be fair.

(They all quietly look at eachother with growing suspicion.)

Silvertongue: That's a good plan, Scamp. Cheer up, all of you. Next round is on me. (Rises and goes off-stage.)

Alibi: Well, Scamp, time will tell. If you will excuse me. Pleasant night to you all. (Rises and leaves.)

(Everyone watches him leave.)

Nightshade: (Rises and offers a hand to Scamp.) Well it's hardly a celebration without a little dancing, now is it?

(Scamp takes Nightshade's hand as she leads him off stage.)

(Silhouette looks upset and disappears without a word.)

(Silvertongue returns with a tray of drinks for Blackeye and the Bard)


Silvertongue: Ah... That's the only bad thing about Rovers... they oft rove.

Blackeye: Sod them, more for us then! (Grabs a drink, sloshing it down.) Y'know, Silvertongue, I sure am gonna miss you as Guild Master, things ain't goin' ta be the same.

Silvertongue: Yes, I remember when this all started--

Blackeye: (Cuts off Silvertongue.) Oy! You there! (Points to a vague point offstage.) You judgin' me cuz I'm wearin' me heart on me sleeve, 'at it? Do you know who this man is? (Pointing at Silvertongue.) Well mate, yer about to find out! (Storms offstage, rolling up his sleeves.)

Silvertongue: (Looks exasperated and perhaps a little amused, looking to the Bard.) I know what you're thinking: What a mess. But you got to love 'em, and gods help me, I do. (Sighs and takes a drink.) Bah, they'll be alright, besides. They always make it through one way or another. Each of them has such somethin' special, and they're unstoppable with the bit of strength I've taught 'em. Now, you should have seen the likes of those pups back when I started the Vagrants, now that's another story entirely. Here, let me tell you a tale...

(Lights fade. Silvertongue goes offstage as the Bard begins to sing.)

Bard: (Strums her lute, the jig decidedly fit for a tavern setting as she sings.)
So this is where our tale begins, a thieves guild now at odds
Loyalties now tested amongst liars, thieves and frauds
So this is how the story starts but they were friends before
Silvertongue found Vagrants when their futures were unsure

Blackeye was a sailor once, jumped ship to flee from knights
Had to join a brawling ring and made gold with each fight
Silvertongue had seen him fight and asked him if he'd join
A guild that uses better ways of getting loot and coin

He joined the Roving Vagrants and a new life he did find!
The only friends that he could keep, all others were robbed blind!
The only friends that he could keep, all others were robbed blind!

Nightshade was a serving girl when she was rather young
Stole enough from the estate to live life on the run
Soon she became a target since she seemed a wealthy nob'
When Silvertongue saw through her lies, he offered her a job

She joined the Roving Vagrants and a new life she did find!
The only friends that she could keep, all others were robbed blind!
The only friends that she could keep, all others were robbed blind!

Alibi worked for the king, and taxes he did cease
Until the crown refused to treat his wife's fatal disease
His loyal years as lapdog all meant nothing as she died...
Silvertongue then struck a deal, and now he's on their side!

He joined the Roving Vagrants and a new life he did find!
The only friends that he could keep, all others were robbed blind!
The only friends that he could keep, all others were robbed blind!

Scamp, who was a blacksmith's son, was cast out on the street
His mean old man was violent, he was tired of being beat'
He started into stealing but was bested by two hens
Silvertongue was so amused that they became fast friends

He joined the Roving Vagrants and a new life he did find!
The only friends that he could keep, all others were robbed blind!
The only friends that he could keep, all others were robbed blind!

Silhouette had fled her home at fifteen years of age
As soon as she discovered that she was to be engaged
She sure was a sight to see when thieving on her own
But Silvertongue gave her a place so she would have a home

She joined the Roving Vagrants and a new life she did find!
The only friends that she could keep, all others were robbed blind!
The only friends that she could keep, all others were robbed blind!

Now they face this question that they can't keep from their minds,
“Will the Vagrants cease to be if the guild's not mine?”
Will the Vagrants cease to be in just one weeks time?


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Act II

(Single white light on Silhouette as she writes in a little notebook, and a white light is on Silvertongue, who is reading the letter across the stage.)

Silhouette: Dear Silvertongue, I apologize for my sudden disappearance, but an idea struck me with such force. I was going to wait to speak with you, regretfully... something came up. I must admit that I've been considering using this opportunity I am now chasing to ensure that you never reach the end of your diminishing years. Perhaps I may instead use my prize to take the title for myself. I know that is selfish, but I know that you also will not fault me for considering my own ambitions first. So far, everything is going according to my wishes. Give my regards to Scamp. Signed, Silhouette.

(Warden stands alone on the stage, standing guard. Alibi walks on stage and approaches him.)

Warden: (Looks at Alibi.) Good evening, old friend.

Alibi: Warden.. good evening to you. It is very fortunate that we should meet this eve, this dawn of a new era.

Warden: It does not seem like a matter of luck or fortune to me, but I shall take the bait: What are you going on about?

Alibi: I was hoping that you might bite. You, of course, know that I have a contact in the criminal underground who deals with the scum of this City.

Warden: Of course.

Alibi: Well, he has informed me that there is soon to be a transfer of power within the ranks of those who call themselves the Roving Vagrants, the Thieves Guild under Silvertongue's command.

Warden: I'm listening..

Alibi: Well, information is not free. Especially in such a dangerous business. (Hold out his hand.)

Warden: Some things never change. Speak your mind. (Puts a few coins into Alibi's hand.)

Alibi: Good man. It seems that the leader is stepping down and choosing a thief among his gang to take the mantle as the Guild Master and Lord of Thieves. Now, I know that you can plainly see that we, as men possessing wealth are in a most advantageous position here.

Warden: I can see some benefits to the situation at hand, but a definite advantage? I am not so certain.

Alibi: Well, my contact is at a point of unrest with many of his guild mates. He is willing to strike a deal. If we sponsor him and make it appear as though he received a large haul, he will certainly be chosen. When that happens, he can assure that we get our hands on some of their number. As for the rest of the scum, he plans to move them to the next kingdom over where the guard is not as strict.

Warden: How much would it take? And how could we be certain he'll keep his end of the deal?

Alibi: A significant amount, the more we endorse, the higher the chances of the Guild disappearing are. It is a loss of coin, to be sure, but what we will gain in return... And also, we would both be putting coin up for this deal... and you know what happens to those who do not pay their dues to me. (He pulls out a large coin purse.)

Warden: And we are -guaranteed- some of their ilk to be handed to us upon a silver platter?

Alibi: Well, as much as you can trust the word of a thief.. but he seemed sincere and wary of crossing me, for good reason I might add.

Warden: I will need proof of this, of course. However, I will speak with some like-minded benefactors, and in two days time I will either send the money to you, or have answers concerning their denial.

Alibi: I will await your word. Anything is worth it to at last clear the streets of this City. It is the only thought that consumes me since my wife..

Warden: Say no more. We will find a way to bend this to our advantage.

Alibi: Very good. Stay vigilant.

Warden: And you. (Strolls off stage.)

(Single white light on Alibi.)

Alibi: (Addressing the audience.) I know this all must look fairly suspicious. That is due to the simple fact that it -is- fairly suspicions. In this world, respect is hardly free. However, it can be bought with the allure of false hope and poor intentioned promises. I have worked hard to be a liaison between the jailors and the Guild, and it is time for me to cash that in at last. With this plan, the Vagrants get a nice payday and also drop from the notice of the guards... at least, until the next noticeable job. Really, I have risked much in this endeavor, the Warden will be wary before long. For now, he is in my pocket, and my guild mates will be forced to recognize the power that gives me. Then even if I fall out of good graces with the Warden, I will be the leader of the guild, and that suits me just fine. After all, greed is a universal language.

(Alibi walks off stage. Nightshade walks into the white spotlight.)

Nightshade: The way to win votes in a group as tight-knit as the Vagrants is not by using impersonal means. Don't get me wrong coins and favors are nice enough, but what people like -us- lack is not wealth. Oh no, we have plenty of that. What we need is the warm embrace of someone you can trust. Lucky for me, Silhouette is off running the streets like an alley cat. One less obstacle to my plan. I did teach her everything she knows about the feminine trade, and she is definitely charming when she chooses to be. My only remaining obstacle is prying my way into their hearts, solidifying their trust, and then letting them down gently. And let me just say, if I can seduce the men of the Royal Court, this should be no challenge at all.

A knock sounds from somewhere off-stage and Nightshade wanders over as Scamp walks on stage.

Nightshade: Oh, Scamp. Thank you for coming over. I just have been so conflicted with all of this guild business. It helps to have someone to talk to.

Scamp: Of course, 'Shade. And you know, there is nothing to worry about. A vote really is the most simple way to go about this. That way if any are tempted to be snakes in the grass, then it will hurt their chances. Keeps the game honest.

Nightshade: I know that, but even so, this competition has scared off our poor Silhouette. As for me, well I am one of the original members of the Roving Vagrants, but I have little to show in regards to coin and loot. All of my assets are contacts, information, and a love for the guild. And I -do- want to lead the guild, but I am too timid to make that known.

(Scamp sits down, and Nightshade sits on the armrest.)

Scamp: You? Too timid? Hah!

Nightshade: Well, sure! Earning votes is no easy task. Proving my dedication is difficult to do in just a week, how can I be sure I'll be noticed? (Nightshade drapes her legs across Scamp.) Mm well, no matter. Who are you thinking of voting for?

Scamp: I suppose I haven't given it much thought. I guess I'll just vote for myself.

Nightshade: Oh... I suppose that is always an option isn't it? I'll just have to find a way to win you over then! (Nightshade stands and walks a few steps away.) You know... you and I used to be so close, I think we should try and rekindle that.

Scamp: (Stands and brushes off his pants, walking over to her.) You know what? If it means so much to you, them my vote is yours, Nightshade.

Nightshade: Truly? Oh, thank you, Scamp! (She pulls him unwillingly towards her and lays a big kiss on him.)

(Lights down. Scamp goes off-stage, Alibi walks on stage.)

Alibi: What was so urgent that it could not wait until the light of day?

Nightshade: A matter of great urgency indeed. It is in regards to this vote that is going to occur to decide that fate of our fair guild.

Alibi: Ah, yes. That. What of it?

Nightshade: I would like to know how you see the cards on the table.

Alibi: Well, Silhouette is a bit of a variable at this point, of course, but I am none-too-worried about her being a threat. As for the rest of the Vagrants, the prize and announcement I will bring with me to our next gathering in two nights time will ensure my imminent election.

Nightshade: Oh, is that so?

Alibi: It is.

Nightshade: And you are absolutely certain of this?

Alibi: I am, despite how supple and seductive you are, numbers and figures do not lie.

Nightshade: Alright. I can count on your vote, then.

Alibi: … Pardon?

Nightshade: You heard me. If you're so certain that you will be our next Guild Master, then you have nothing to fear in doing this. You may consider it a polite pity vote if you wish, but you will hardly seem like noble leader if your voted for yourself.

Alibi: Mm.. I see, supple, seductive, -and- sly. And what makes you think for a moment that I do not know what you are up to?

Nightshade: I know you see what I am up to. I also know that you can respect it.

Alibi: Fine. I'll play your game. I can say that you'll get my vote. But how, Nightshade, can you believe the word of a thief? Especially since I have little reason to consider you for the position.

Nightshade: Then, by all means, let me convince you. You'll find that I can be very.. persuasive.

Alibi: Mm, that sounds like a reasonable request. Very well.

(Lights down. Alibi walks off stage.)

(Blackeye walks on stage and sits at the table.)

Nightshade: Hey Blackeye, if I buy you a tankard of rum and let you touch my waist, will you vote for me?

Blackeye: (Raises his glass.) Sure thing, luv!

(Lights down. Bard speaks from off stage.)

Bard: What Nightshade and Alibi did not know is that while they were making their moves for the title, Silhouette was making hers. With just three nights left, she sends a letter to Silvertongue.

(Lights up. White light on Silhouette.)

Silhouette: Dear Silvertongue, progress has been made on my end. I almost have what it is that I seek. In light of your response, I have come to a decision. I will use this for myself. The others are surely carrying out their clever plans and so must I. I hope this does not disappoint. Give my regards to Scamp, and tell him I should be back on the day of the vote. Signed, Silhouette.

(Silvertongue and Alibi at the table, speaking quietly over a large pile of gold on the table.)

Silvertongue: This is quite an impressive haul, Alibi. Either you've cleaned your vaults, or you have been quite busy.

Alibi: Let us just say that this is a donation from a begrudging benefactor, who has been promised that our ilk will be gone from these streets. And also, that there could be plenty more where that came from.

(Blackeye walks on stage.)

Silvertongue: Mm, well. Prosper at any cost. (Raises his glass and takes a drink.)

Blackeye: Oy, drinkin' without me, are ye? Looks at the gold on the table. So I guess this means he's buyin', eh?

(Alibi and Blackeye stare at each other.)

(Nightshade and Scamp enter, arm in arm, Scamp looking uncomfortable.)

Alibi: Yes, I suppose I can get the next round. Why, with this much, perhaps I can even afford to pay your very very extensive tab, Blackeye. (Rises and walks off to the bar.)

Blackeye: (Snarls and sits down.) I'll show him an extensive tab. I dun trust him, Silvertongue, not as far as I can throw 'im.

Silvertongue: That may be. But it is difficult to argue with the results.

(Nightshade and Scamp reach the table and sit down.)

Nightshade: What results- Oh. (Eyes the pile of gold.) Oh, well then. That is rather impressive.

Scamp: Where did all of that come from?

Alibi: (Carrying a tray of drinks.) That would be my week's contribution, Scamp. A gift from the Warden to you all.

Scamp: Oh. Well, good on you, Alibi.

Nighshade: Yes, well done.

Silvertongue: (Looks around at all of them.) So, tomorrow is the day. I trust you have all been well.

(A series of grumbles and grunts.)

Silvertongue: (Stares at all of them incredulously.) That is enough! (Slams his fist down on the table.) What in the hells is the matter with you all? Is this any bloody way to treat family? A little competition has you acting like ravenous dogs and sulking cats. Well, I won't stand for it. Not now, and not ever, whether I am Guild Master or not.

(All of the thieves drink their liquor, sullen and scolded.)

Nightshade: (After a long silence.) Fine. Alibi, I apologize for my poor manners. Perhaps we could speak privately? Bury the hatchet?

Alibi: That sounds reasonable.

(Alibi and Nightshade stand and go off-stage.)

Scamp: Oh, thank the gods above. I thought she would never leave. I was nearly about to chew off my arm to get a moment's peace from her. (Drinks.)

Silvertongue: You should take that as high praise, Scamp. Not often that a man keeps her attention for more than a night.

Blackeye: Feh, well I will be damned if either of those two hob-nobbin', elbow-rubbin', brown-nosin' snakes get the title.

Silvertongue: Well, I dunno if you've noticed Blackeye, but they are the only two that seem to -want- it. Silhouette is off running the streets, Scamp wants to stay out of it, I'm sure... Then you...

Blackeye: Alrigh', I take yer meaning. I know I may have fallen on hard times ever since they locked up me poor love, Jade. But... it ain't too late to throw my chips in, eh? “Never say never” and all of that, eh Scampy boy?

Scamp: Anything is possible, I guess. Maybe Jade herself will break out of the jail and steer a ship straight into this tavern this time tomorrow and declare herself goddess of thieves.

(They all laugh.)

Silvertongue: That does sound like our Jade, don't it? Women, eh? Sighs softly. Surely this whole voting idea would be a no-brainer if that imp were still about. Every one of us loves her, she makes it impossible not to.

Blackeye: None more than I do. (Raises his glass.) To Jade.

Silvertongue: To Jade. (Raises his glass.) May she taste freedom and return to us soon.

Scamp: (Raises his glass.) To Jade!

(They all drink, Blackeye finishes his glass and slams his mug down on the table a little too hard.)

Blackeye: … Now that I think of it.. that's a great idea. Sorry, gents. I have somewhere to be. See you lot tomorrow, don't count your chickens before their eggs!

(Silvertongue glances to Scamp, who shrugs.)

(Blackeye scoops up his share of the loot and rushes out the door, hand on the hilt of his dagger.)

Silvertongue: Wonder where he's off to.

Scamp: Probably some foolhardy half-formed plan to prevent the rise of the 'hob-nobs' (He pulls out his coin pouch.) Ah, right, I have a little to add to this pot. It ain't much compared to Alibi's haul. For some reason the guards have been everywhere lately.

(Silvertongue nods in understanding, a look of recognition coming across his shadowed features.)

Silvertongue: Ah, I think I have an idea why that is. (Looking towards the door). ...Oh, by the way, Silhouette sends her regards. I know how you worry, but she's alrigh', made of tougher stuff than you probably give her credit for.

Scamp: (Rubs his face, looking tired.) I know, I know, she just wanders away from the flock more often than I would like her to. If she's close and gets in a spot of trouble, I can protect her. (A slow smile.) Or maybe I'm just selfish in wanting her near me.

Silvertongue: (Nods.) In that case I hope she does return soon, I don't want her getting snatched up and having you turn into another moody Blackeye that I have to deal with. The guild hasn't been the same since that night that bastard jailor locked up our poor Jade... could you imagine being in his place? (Nods to where Blackeye went offstage.)

Scamp: (Shakes his head.) No, if it were me in his place-- (Pauses suddenly.) Oh hells, I know where Blackeye is going!

Silvertongue: Oh?

Scamp: (Rising and gathering his cloak around him.) No time to explain I need to stop him!

(Scamp rushes off stage.)

(Silvertongue looks at him as he leaves and sighs, then looks at the Bard again raising a glass.)

Silvertongue: Well, here we are again. Poor fools. (Drinks from his glass as the lights go down.)

Bard: What was to happen on that night no one could have known
All the Vagrants fight one another in the struggle for the throne
They thought no harm would come, because each of them were strong
But the loss that they will suffer would prove all the Vagrants wrong



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Act III:

(One single beam of white light on Blackeye and the Warden on stage)

Blackeye: Listen mate, this needn't get nasty. I dun know who ya have been makin' nice wit'.. but I am asking you nicely.. (He jingles the coin purse for effect.) ..to let her go. (He presses the cloth bag into the hands of the Warden insistently.)

Warden: (Looks down at the bag, and then laughs.) Look, I do not know who -you- have been talking to, but I resent the implication that justice can be so cheaply bought. Take your sullied coins and leave before I signal for the guards. (He releases his grip on the bag, letting them drop to Blackeye's feet.)

Blackeye: (Stares at the bag for a moment, then pushes up his sleeves.) Signal the guards.. Right. This is the las' time I'll ask you nicely, Sir Warden. (He picks up the bag and offers it to the Warden.) She di'n't do nothin' wrong, save for breakin' yer ridiculous curfew. This should at least buy your consideration.

Warden: (Looks at the coins for a moment, then lifts his chin staring at the bag with disdain.) I've taken step to make certain I never have to do dirty deals with your kind again, the Crown is getting far too suspicious of me as it is. As for the girl, she's done plenty that we cannot altogether prove. She is a free and easy thieving tramp. And judging from your grovelling...

(Scamp rushes on the stage, out of breath.)

Warden: ...so are you. (Slaps the bag of coins to the ground, the tie loosening and spilling gold all over the stage.)

Blackeye: (Draws his fist back and punches the Warden square in the nose, using the moments that the Warden staggers from the blow to lock a muscular arm around his neck, preventing him for calling for help.) An' let's see who here will be grovellin' for their miserable little life, you sniveling bastard. Oh righ'! But you can' bloody speak, can ye? (Tightens his choke hold on the Warden, and the Warden passes out locked in his arm.)

Scamp: (Running across the stage.) No! Blackeye, back -off-! The guards! (Runs right behind Blackeye and places a firm hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him away.)

Blackeye: (Growling as he was reaching for his dagger on his thigh before Scamp stopped his arm.) Ye' can either join in the fun or ye can git lost, mate. This one has ha' it comin' for ages. (Breaks Scamp's hold on him and grabs the dagger from his thigh-sheath.)

Scamp: Bloody hell, Blackeye, -listen-. You are not doing Jade any favors, the Guards are going to switch shifts soon. Come on, see sense! (Places an hand on his shoulder, and tries to use the other to take the dagger out of his grasp.)

Blackeye: (Through gritted teeth.) I. Said. Back. Off! (Throws the arm not holding the Warden upright and elbows Scamp across the jaw. [Snapping a branch for sound] Scamp's head jerking to the side then falling back he strikes the nape of his neck against the cobblestones. [wooden blocks for sound])

(Single white beam on Scamp.)

Scamp: (Gives a gasping breath as he falls, then spasms as he hits the ground, lying limply.)

Blackeye: (At the sound of the woodblocks, Blackeye looks over his shoulder. He loosens his grip on the Warden, and the Warden crumples to the ground, still breathing. Son of a whore... Rushes up to Scamp.) C'mon, mate, get up. Walk it off... (He cradles Scamps head, and uses the other hand to slap his cheeks and then leans down, listening to his chest and realizes Scamp is dead. He pulls back the head supporting Scamp's head, and it comes away drenched with blood.) No! No, no, no... Scampy, oh hells... oh gods..

Blackeye: (Addressing the audience.) I only had good intent, but that may seem hard to believe now that I've gone and done the unthinkable, the unforgivable. All I ever wanted was to free my Jade, and unite the crew proper-like. I knew she could lead us to glory, and I was so scared of the snobs getting the spot, and then running this guild into the ground. Since my days as a sea-farin' scoundrel, this guild is all I have. They're me family, they're there when I'm down and out, and lying in a ditch... And now this. Gods, the best of 'em lies dead. Gods, Scamp, yer far too good and far too young to die..

(White beam disappears. Torch lights are lit off stage, with the sounds of footsteps.)

Blackeye: Ah, hells, the Guards are comin'... Silvertongue will fix this... Silvertongue will know what to do, if he doesn't kill me... though, gods know I deserve it.. (Picks Scamp up like a rag doll, and carries him off stage.)

(Lights down. White beam on Silvertongue as he writes a letter. White beam on Silhouette as she reads it.)

Silvertongue: Silhouette, when you've accomplished your task, we need you home, there has been a great tragedy. Scamp has fallen. Make haste, dear. We're dealing with uncertain powers and time is already running out. Signed, Silvertongue.

(Silhouette sits on the ground and reads the letter and after Silvertongue is done speaking, she then pockets a vial and runs off-stage, panicked.)

Bard: She now rushes to his aid, but will it be too late,
Has that dark and violent night sealed away Scamp's fate?
It may break apart the Guild when they all hear the news
But business still must carry on, and they still have to choose

(All the Vagrants except Scamp and Silhouette are gathered, tense, and largely silent, all eying the empty seats at the table with great concern.)

Silvertongue: I thank you, each and every one of you, for your devoted service to the Roving Vagrants and continuing to show your commitment since I began this guild years ago. This past week you have shown your best.. and perhaps worst tactics in order to secure the dubious pleasure of being my predecessor. However, in the years I have known you all, I know your true colors, and I know that no true harm was intended these past days. I hope... as you all carry on, you will try to bear this in mind. Above all... we are a family. That said.. any consequences for your ambitions are no longer for me to decide, they will be left to the judgment of your new Guild Master. As I am now officially stepping dow-

Nightshade: Wait, milord, shouldn't we wait for Scamp? Is Silhouette coming back?

Silvertongue: Scamp will be.. unable to make it. And Silhouette knew she needed to return with haste on this day... I think it best that we proceed.

(Nightshade nods, looking worried.)

Silvertongue: Now, in the interest of fairness, the show must go on. You each shall have a chance to make your thoughts known before we cast a vote, and carry on to more important matter. Ladies first... Nightshade, have you anything to say? (Silvertongue gestures to Nightshade.)

Nightshade: (Taking a long moment to look at the empty seats.) I simply vow to make certain that our integrity as a guild remains the same. I can promise that we will no longer need to hide in taverns, skulking in alleys. I can do wondrous things to elevate our guild to unforeseen heights in society.

Silvertongue: Alibi?

Alibi: I not only plan to earn us plentiful riches. I intend to make certain we are the wealthiest contender in this city. There is no end to the happiness or respect that gold can buy. I can assure that our Guild will be safe from those that wish to see us destroyed.

Silvertongue: Blackeye?

(Blackeye lifts his gaze, stone cold sober, and slowly shakes his head.)

Silvertongue: Looks to the 'entrance' of the tavern, disappointed. Well, if that is all then we should cast-

(Silhouette bursts onto the stage, out of breath.)

Silhouette: Silvertongue! Where is he? Show him to me! (After a stunned pause.) Well, don't just stand there, take me to Scamp! (She retrieves a vial tucked into her top, it glows as she shows it to him.)

Silvertongue: (Looking relieved.) Blackeye, retrieve him from the back, would you? Quickly now!

(Blackeye vanishes off-stage.)

Alibi: What is going on? Milord, Silhouette?

(Silhouette fumbles with the lock on the vial, speaking in soft but fast paced speech.)

Silhouette: I overheard the temple dictating a letter to the temple in the coastal Kingdom. It seems our tyrant of a king is growing old and weak and has become gravely ill. They offered a plentiful sum of gold for a vial from this celestial-touched pool within the other kingdom. From what I heard, the pool has nearly run dry. Apparently, the water of this pool when blessed has the power to multiple life indefinitely if the subject has a measure of life within them. It also has the power to restore life in a being that has lost it! At least, in theory... I had nearly forgotten about that part. First, I was going to give it to Silvertongue so that he may lead the Vagrants eternally. Then... I was going to take it for myself. But now... but now...

(Blackeye carries Scamp on stage and lays him on the ground at her feet.)

Silhouette: Now, I have risked my life and also condemned the king to his proper and bitter end, and placed the kingdom's target directly upon my back. However, I cannot drink it now. Not when I heard about...

Alibi: Silhouette, listen to what you are saying... how do you know if it will even work? How did this even happen.. when did he pass away?

Blackeye: He died trying to stop me from slaying the bloody Warden, last night. I... I have no excuses.

Silhouette: I'm not sure it will work, it could have been a trick, or a trap... perhaps it's poison or simply a fable, but I have nothing else that I can do. Blackeye... tip his head back, and open his mouth.

(Silhouette pours the contents of the glowing vial into mouth, and Blackeye closes his jaws.)

(They all wait anxiously.)

(Then Scamp slow starts to awaken, his hand going to the back of his head, wincing.)

Scamp: Ugh... how much did I -drink- last night? … Oh.. ah, 'lo there. (Looks around sheepishly.)

(Silhouette throws her arms around him, silently, but holding him tightly. After a moment she gets up and Blackeye helps him to his feet.)

(Blackeye goes to release the grasp, but Scamp holds on a moment and gives him a grim, but reassuring nod. Blackeye claps him on the back, looking ready to cry.)

Blackeye: Mate... I...

Scamp: Just a bad night, ancient history... Though... I'll need a more thorough explanation of what just happened later.. (Glances to Silhouette.)

Nightshade: (Embraces him.) Never do that again, Scamp. You scared me.

Silvertongue: (Claps him on the back, and helps him to his chair.) Well, during this bad night, we have likely have an angry Warden, city guard, and King to contend with.

Alibi: Well, he still thinks that we will be out of the Kingdom within the week, so we'll plan for that in mind.

Silvertongue: I daresay that will be for our new guild master to decide. I must say, it is good to have you two back. Come now.. everyone sit and relax.

(All of the Vagrants sit down.)

Silvertongue: .. we still have a vote to get to. I'm afraid you two have missed the opening statements, do either of you has anything to say to plead your case for guild master, or shall we cast our vote?

(Silhouette and Scamp shake their heads.)

Silhouette: I'm afraid I've lost my only chance of winning. (She smiles at Scamp.) Not that I regret a thing..

Silvertongue: All right.. once again, ladies first, Nightshade, who do you vote for the honor of becoming the next Guild Master?

Nightshade: I vote … for Silhouette. For remembering what is truly important.

Silvertongue: (Smirks, gesturing to Silhouette.) Sil, what is your vote?

Silhouette: (Stares a Nightshade for a long moment, stunned.) Oh! Oh... I vote for Scamp.

Alibi: (Wry smirk.) Well, due to all of these theatrics, I clearly am not going to win, so I vote for Scamp, and his foolish golden heart. Also, let the record show that this is getting far too sentimental for my tastes.

(Silvertongue gestures to Blackeye.)

Blackeye: My vote goes to the little lass. I owe her a great debt... and she has shown more dedication and selflessness than any of us here. I'd gladly bend my knee to her.

Silvertongue: Alright, Scamp... seems the vote and the future of the Guild is in your hands... do you wish to take it? Or are we going to end this vote in a draw, in which case I shall choose among you.

Scamp: (Looks to Nightshade.) Sorry 'Shade, it looks like I am going to break my promise, I swear to you all that I will always do what is best for the Roving Vagrants, as I always have.

Silvertongue: Well said, Scamp, congrat-

(Scamp interrupts him.)

Scamp: Wait, boss... I said that I would do what is best for the guild. So, obviously my vote goes to the most clever and able among us, Sil. I would gladly follow wherever you go... should you choose to lead us.

Silhouette: (After a long moment of thought.) Well... someone needs to do the job, but I cannot always perform miracles like what just happened and I won't always be able to save us if we get in over our heads. However... I do have a few ideas on how we can begin to get in over our heads. That is, if you guys are ready to bring the fight of the era to the Kingdom, that is. (She grins.)

Silvertongue: Then let it be so! The title, responsibility, and dubious honor of Guild Master of the Roving Vagrants is hereby Silhouette's to bear. Let us always raise our glasses in her honor and our daggers in her defense! (Raises his glass.)

Silhouette: Misfortune to those who stand in our path to riches! Prosper at any cost! (Raises her glass.)

All the others: Prosper at any cost! (Raise their glasses, cheering!)

Bard: So this tale now comes to an end, Silhouette is their guild leader!
She'll now face an angry king and guard who will try to defeat her
So that is how the story goes, the Vagrants still live on
Each of them still sneak together with a strengthened bond!

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