Vhalar 96, Arc 716
„A Royal Tragedy“, the newest and as it happened first great play by Tristan Venora had originally been set to premier in Saun, but a civil war and about a million blood thirsty shadow creatures had gotten in the way, and the premiere had to be moved to late Vhalar as a consequence – which had ultimately been a good thing. The production had suffered certain problems. The female star, Valeria Macerys, had suddenly stopped eating. One of the male stars had gone missing for a couple of trials, and a few of the props almost hadn’t been finished on time. Some critics claimed that the aforementioned problems were at least in part due to the young playwright’s inexperience and would not have happened if someone older had been in charge. Of course the young playwright in question didn’t care what those people said. He just relished the extra attention and was glad that it had all worked out in the end.
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Rynmere Theatre was already normally an impressive building with its marble walls, but that trial it possessed a shimmer that equaled that of the twin suns. Every surface and even the street in front of the theatre had been cleaned. Rumour had it that King Cassander himself would attend the premiere, and Lady Jane Andaris, the manager, had decided that everything needed to be perfect as a consequence. The premiere took place in the evening, at dusk when the entire city was cast in twilight and the suns slowly disappeared behind the horizon. Lamps had been lit in front of the building, and a red carpet had been spread in front of the entrance for that special guest so that the atmosphere was almost magical.
Guards already patrolled around the theatre under normal circumstances as it was quite frequently visited by members of the seven noble houses, but that trial the protection had been increased noticeably. Nobody wanted to risk that Rynmere suddenly ended up without a king because Cassander had decided to leave the safety of his castle and have some fun for once in his life. It was of course impossible to be prepared for everything, but Lady Andaris wanted to make it as hard as she could for potential assassins and other criminals that were tempted to take advantage of such a large gathering of important people.
Above the entrance hung a large burgundy banner (the colour of the season!) that said the following in elaborate golden letters:
„A Royal Tragedy“, the newest and as it happened first great play by Tristan Venora had originally been set to premier in Saun, but a civil war and about a million blood thirsty shadow creatures had gotten in the way, and the premiere had to be moved to late Vhalar as a consequence – which had ultimately been a good thing. The production had suffered certain problems. The female star, Valeria Macerys, had suddenly stopped eating. One of the male stars had gone missing for a couple of trials, and a few of the props almost hadn’t been finished on time. Some critics claimed that the aforementioned problems were at least in part due to the young playwright’s inexperience and would not have happened if someone older had been in charge. Of course the young playwright in question didn’t care what those people said. He just relished the extra attention and was glad that it had all worked out in the end.
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Rynmere Theatre was already normally an impressive building with its marble walls, but that trial it possessed a shimmer that equaled that of the twin suns. Every surface and even the street in front of the theatre had been cleaned. Rumour had it that King Cassander himself would attend the premiere, and Lady Jane Andaris, the manager, had decided that everything needed to be perfect as a consequence. The premiere took place in the evening, at dusk when the entire city was cast in twilight and the suns slowly disappeared behind the horizon. Lamps had been lit in front of the building, and a red carpet had been spread in front of the entrance for that special guest so that the atmosphere was almost magical.
Guards already patrolled around the theatre under normal circumstances as it was quite frequently visited by members of the seven noble houses, but that trial the protection had been increased noticeably. Nobody wanted to risk that Rynmere suddenly ended up without a king because Cassander had decided to leave the safety of his castle and have some fun for once in his life. It was of course impossible to be prepared for everything, but Lady Andaris wanted to make it as hard as she could for potential assassins and other criminals that were tempted to take advantage of such a large gathering of important people.
Above the entrance hung a large burgundy banner (the colour of the season!) that said the following in elaborate golden letters:
"A Royal Tragedy”
A play by Tristan Venora.
Starring Daliane Andaris, Jane Andaris, Valeria Macerys and Daniel Stone
Featuring music by Andráska Venora and songs by Theodore Venora.
Dedicated to Zanik and Vri.
A play by Tristan Venora.
Starring Daliane Andaris, Jane Andaris, Valeria Macerys and Daniel Stone
Featuring music by Andráska Venora and songs by Theodore Venora.
Dedicated to Zanik and Vri.
Below the text was the picture of a lion, the symbol of the fictional kingdom of Alamere where the play took place.
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In front of the doors stood a man that checked the tickets of everybody that entered. Most people had already reserved tickets weeks in advance, although a few were still available and could be bought directly in the theatre. Inside a small buffet had been erected where people could get snacks and drinks. The king did of course not have to get his food from there. He would receive a special meal right before the play started, a gift from House Venora, made by a very special young slave.
Lamps had been lit along the walls so that the theatre was filled with a pleasant golden glow. The comfortable seats and the carpets had been cleaned until they looked as good as new. Only the best was good enough for the king. Cassander and the other guests of honor would be allowed to enter first so as to minimize the risk of security problems.
The stage was still hidden behind a floor length red velvet curtain. A single chair stood in front of it. Before the play began, the audience would be treated to a very special kind of musical performance.
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Behind the stage Tristan was growing more and more nervous with every passing bit even though he had decided that he would not be nervous. There were just so many things that could still go wrong. Would Andráska arrive on time? Would he agree to play that cello solo or hide somewhere and get high and drunk because he was suffering from a terrible case of stage fright?
What if … what if he showed up, but was high, insisted on playing the cello nevertheless and messed everything up in the process? And was Teddy ready? Would Daliane be there or would he have to resort to his substitute star? And what about Valeria, his female star? Had she had breakfast that morning or had she refused to eat again?
“How do I look?” he asked an assistant that walked past him and was doing a few last-bit preparations. He was suddenly worried that his suit (black and burgundy, the height of fashion at the moment) wasn’t elegant enough for an event that would be attended by the king and that there was something wrong with his hair (to him it looked as if a bird had been nestling in it).
Besides that, what if the whole play had been a terrible mistake? What if King Cassander didn’t like it? What if he didn’t like the food that Faith had cooked? What if it had been a mistake to dedicate the play to Zanik and Vri like Daliane had suggested? What if Vri thought that plays were stupid? What if …?
Where was King Cassander anyway? Was he already there? He pushed the curtain aside for a moment to see if his most important guest had already arrived before he abruptly stepped back again and turned to face his actors and musicians. It would begin any bit now …
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In front of the doors stood a man that checked the tickets of everybody that entered. Most people had already reserved tickets weeks in advance, although a few were still available and could be bought directly in the theatre. Inside a small buffet had been erected where people could get snacks and drinks. The king did of course not have to get his food from there. He would receive a special meal right before the play started, a gift from House Venora, made by a very special young slave.
Lamps had been lit along the walls so that the theatre was filled with a pleasant golden glow. The comfortable seats and the carpets had been cleaned until they looked as good as new. Only the best was good enough for the king. Cassander and the other guests of honor would be allowed to enter first so as to minimize the risk of security problems.
The stage was still hidden behind a floor length red velvet curtain. A single chair stood in front of it. Before the play began, the audience would be treated to a very special kind of musical performance.
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Behind the stage Tristan was growing more and more nervous with every passing bit even though he had decided that he would not be nervous. There were just so many things that could still go wrong. Would Andráska arrive on time? Would he agree to play that cello solo or hide somewhere and get high and drunk because he was suffering from a terrible case of stage fright?
What if … what if he showed up, but was high, insisted on playing the cello nevertheless and messed everything up in the process? And was Teddy ready? Would Daliane be there or would he have to resort to his substitute star? And what about Valeria, his female star? Had she had breakfast that morning or had she refused to eat again?
“How do I look?” he asked an assistant that walked past him and was doing a few last-bit preparations. He was suddenly worried that his suit (black and burgundy, the height of fashion at the moment) wasn’t elegant enough for an event that would be attended by the king and that there was something wrong with his hair (to him it looked as if a bird had been nestling in it).
Besides that, what if the whole play had been a terrible mistake? What if King Cassander didn’t like it? What if he didn’t like the food that Faith had cooked? What if it had been a mistake to dedicate the play to Zanik and Vri like Daliane had suggested? What if Vri thought that plays were stupid? What if …?
Where was King Cassander anyway? Was he already there? He pushed the curtain aside for a moment to see if his most important guest had already arrived before he abruptly stepped back again and turned to face his actors and musicians. It would begin any bit now …
Off Topic
Admission and seating are as follows according to the Rynmere Theatre writeup:
Admission cost- 3 gn
Balcony Seating- 10 gn
Regular seating- 5gn
If you can't or don't want to pay, send me a PM, and I'll try to arrange something. I want to give everybody a chance to participate in this event. If you are a musician, actor, cook, guard etc. you don't have to buy a ticket of course.
If you want to start a side thread related to the play or whatever happens during the play, you are welcome to do so.
Admission cost- 3 gn
Balcony Seating- 10 gn
Regular seating- 5gn
If you can't or don't want to pay, send me a PM, and I'll try to arrange something. I want to give everybody a chance to participate in this event. If you are a musician, actor, cook, guard etc. you don't have to buy a ticket of course.
If you want to start a side thread related to the play or whatever happens during the play, you are welcome to do so.