Vicailde
07-09-2007, 03:11 PM
Vicailde adjusted his scarlet cloak as he paced slowly down the busy streets of Silvermoon. The crowd shoved and pushed amongst themselves but seemed to keep themselves distant of the fairly well known and even less liked loyal. His tongue wettened his lips as they continued to move in a hushed tone.
"...idly bent on him that enters next." Vicailde muttered as he turned sharply and began to pace down a side alley. His boots clapped loudly along the stone steps that he descended. A large sign passed above him that read 'Stratford & Company.'
Vicailde cracked open the door to the basement playhouse which was filled with a omonious noise of both silience, whispers, and lone voices.
"O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art... ah... As glorious! ..yes.. to this night, being o'er my head" A very shaken looking young Sin'dorei stood on the stage, his knees shook as he rapidly continued to lick his lips.
"Next!" An uncharacteristically heavy set Sin'Dorei bellowed before scratching his unshaven jaw looking down at a notepad. He was too busy to notice that a low hushed set of whispers had begun to spread like a wave over the playhouse as Vicailde walked slowly towards the stage. "I said NEXT!"
Vicailde walked slowly up the steps until he stood on the center of the stage looking over the variety of questioning and hatful looks being shot in his direction.
The heavy set Sin'Dorei didn't look up from his notepad as he was still scribbiling down notes from the last performer. "Name, Play, & Scene you will be using today." He rambled, tired from a long day of horrible preformances.
"Vicailde Bloodstone. The Life and Death of Richard the Second. Act 5 Scene2." Vicailde spoke clearly and his military training shown well as his voice boomed and carried throughout the entire playhouse.
The heavy set Sin'Dorei looked up slowly and could do nothing but, blink at Vicailde. It wasn't unheard of for a loyal to act or even preform but.... Vicailde Bloodstone was someone he hadn't expected to walk onto his stage.
Vicailde grunted and took a step back and looked over the audience slowly.
"As in a theatre, the eyes of men...." Vicailde began slowly, paced to the other side of the stage, continuing to look over the audience slowly.
"After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next.
Thinking his prattle to be tedious;"
"Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!'"
"No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:"
"Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
His face still combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience,
That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted
And barbarism itself have pitied him."
"But heaven hath a hand in these events,
To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,
Whose state and honour I for aye allow."
Vicailde paused for a long time as did the playhouse stay quiet before he turned swiftly and walked briskly off the stage and began to walk up the isle towards the door.
"Lord Bloodstone." Vicailde slowed to a stop to look at the heavy set Sin'Dorei who continued to stare at the stage. "...come back tomorrow. We may have a part for you."
"...idly bent on him that enters next." Vicailde muttered as he turned sharply and began to pace down a side alley. His boots clapped loudly along the stone steps that he descended. A large sign passed above him that read 'Stratford & Company.'
Vicailde cracked open the door to the basement playhouse which was filled with a omonious noise of both silience, whispers, and lone voices.
"O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art... ah... As glorious! ..yes.. to this night, being o'er my head" A very shaken looking young Sin'dorei stood on the stage, his knees shook as he rapidly continued to lick his lips.
"Next!" An uncharacteristically heavy set Sin'Dorei bellowed before scratching his unshaven jaw looking down at a notepad. He was too busy to notice that a low hushed set of whispers had begun to spread like a wave over the playhouse as Vicailde walked slowly towards the stage. "I said NEXT!"
Vicailde walked slowly up the steps until he stood on the center of the stage looking over the variety of questioning and hatful looks being shot in his direction.
The heavy set Sin'Dorei didn't look up from his notepad as he was still scribbiling down notes from the last performer. "Name, Play, & Scene you will be using today." He rambled, tired from a long day of horrible preformances.
"Vicailde Bloodstone. The Life and Death of Richard the Second. Act 5 Scene2." Vicailde spoke clearly and his military training shown well as his voice boomed and carried throughout the entire playhouse.
The heavy set Sin'Dorei looked up slowly and could do nothing but, blink at Vicailde. It wasn't unheard of for a loyal to act or even preform but.... Vicailde Bloodstone was someone he hadn't expected to walk onto his stage.
Vicailde grunted and took a step back and looked over the audience slowly.
"As in a theatre, the eyes of men...." Vicailde began slowly, paced to the other side of the stage, continuing to look over the audience slowly.
"After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next.
Thinking his prattle to be tedious;"
"Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!'"
"No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:"
"Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
His face still combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience,
That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted
And barbarism itself have pitied him."
"But heaven hath a hand in these events,
To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,
Whose state and honour I for aye allow."
Vicailde paused for a long time as did the playhouse stay quiet before he turned swiftly and walked briskly off the stage and began to walk up the isle towards the door.
"Lord Bloodstone." Vicailde slowed to a stop to look at the heavy set Sin'Dorei who continued to stare at the stage. "...come back tomorrow. We may have a part for you."