All the World's a Stage - 09/08/24 - Pyrin's letters
Apr 10, 2024 23:54:44 GMT
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Post by Caliban (Pyrin) on Apr 10, 2024 23:54:44 GMT
"Dear Roark..."
Pyrin stopped himself, cocking his head slightly to the side. A quick flick of the wrist, and the greeting was scratched out. "Dear Roark.." He mentally mocked his writing, imagining it spoken in a higher pitch. "Who writes home and uses their dad's first name? Honestly Pyrin..." His beak tightened, and the quill scratched onto the paper again.
"Dear Dad,
Sorry I've not written sooner. I've arrived in Kantas, all feathers intact! I've arrived in this city called 'Daring Heights', I gave a brochure a quick glance, it said something about being the First settlement founded in this place! Confusingly, there's also a settlement called Port Ffirst founded afterwards. Should have been called Port Ssecond, but I digress.
It's been an eventful first day or so. I got recruited into being a theatre reviewer person...thingy. Let me explain. I recieved this flyer, and it invited me to be part of a theatre team! I'll confess I only glanced it; I thought I was attending a play. I reasoned that it's a public place and where better to find contacts? I met a very polite and friendly half-elf, (does this make Tavish the outlier?), by the name of Tassle. He had a very long title,bold bitter berry? Berry Bitter Bold?
Ignore the prior lines, his name was Tassle Hoff Bitterberry the Bold. He was the manager or host of the establishment- the Feylight Garden Theatre, and I must say, it puts a tavern stage to shame. There were trees and undergrowth within the walls, and roots jutting from the theatre ceiling. Seriously, proper cool! I should have checked if there were any fruits, but I digress.
I had the pleasure of meeting 3 adventurers, Beets; a fairy-bug person with some really cool wings, like a beetle's wings! Pipper, a Lizardfolk with all manner of tools, I regret not inquiring more into those; I think the lockpicks you gave me are rusted. That or I should probably stop using them to clean my beak (I jest). And Yinmaris, an Elf who looked very...bright. The three of them seemed to be all vaguely acquainted, they seemed to all be very engaged with the topic of the Fae. They had all also come to help with the performance, the Fairy-Beetle was a narrator, the Lizardfolk a set-designer and the very bright elf a conductor. And clearly they've got to be really good at what they do, because they blew me away! Granted, the only other performance I've ever seen was a barnstorming recital of 'Roll out the Cask' in that tavern inBaldie's Baldur's Gate.
But seriously, they were...incredible! The very nice half-elf, Tassle, he'd wanted me to help him review different elements of the stage, said I had a keen-eye for things. (Was that because I was an Aarakokcra or...?) So I flapped around a bit, reviewed the set from an audience perspective, listened to some beautiful music (It's like a free concert doing this!) and watched rehearsals. Now, I know you guys sent me here to get away from the trouble in Faerun but it seems like there's stuff- a lot of stuff, going on here too. The play was a retelling of actual events here, a person being chased by Githyanki(?), turning into a bird and meeting a rather unfortunate end, and a big ol' battle, where a dragon was there! A real, honest to Tyr dragon! But also it apparently died. So I chose not to pry into it (seemed quite an emotional moment), although the set was genuinely incredible, and the puppet was fascinating!
Anyways, remember those roots in the ceiling I wrote about earlier? Well, I wanted to keep an eye on the audience; so I nestled myself on one of the larger roots, and kept an eye on the crowd- call it a birds eye view! I was supposed to keep an eye on reviewers, apparently the performance was something to do with a Fae competition; to put the best production together in 24 hours. Fae society seems to be merit based, from what I'd scribbled down. But while I was hidden up there, I saw some strange people! Five mask wearing people, who I imagine must be shy fae. There was one with a sun mask, a snow mask, a wave mask , a star mask and a moon mask. They must have known something about what the play was about, they seemed really engaged, in their own masked way, from what I could tell. Thank the feathers body language is a universal constant, huh? But they didn't seem to stick about for long, soon as the play ended; they were out like a canary from a cage.
I left quietly, I feel a bit bad, since I guess I spent most my time looking at those masked fellas. Also, I was pretty tired. I'm tempted to go back to that Tassle fellow, and talk to him a bit more; what's to know in Kantas. Who those masked fellas were. Oh, and some leads. Heck, even if he's missing a set prop, I'll take a case, haha!
...
The rest of the letter was relatively standard. He quizzed on his father's condition, he hoped he got well soon, and he promised he'd keep the good name of the Branch investigative firm going. Signing the letter with a "Love, Pyrin", he re-read the letter with a smile. Something then occurred to him. He hadn't figured out a return address.
Pyrin stopped himself, cocking his head slightly to the side. A quick flick of the wrist, and the greeting was scratched out. "Dear Roark.." He mentally mocked his writing, imagining it spoken in a higher pitch. "Who writes home and uses their dad's first name? Honestly Pyrin..." His beak tightened, and the quill scratched onto the paper again.
"Dear Dad,
Sorry I've not written sooner. I've arrived in Kantas, all feathers intact! I've arrived in this city called 'Daring Heights', I gave a brochure a quick glance, it said something about being the First settlement founded in this place! Confusingly, there's also a settlement called Port Ffirst founded afterwards. Should have been called Port Ssecond, but I digress.
It's been an eventful first day or so. I got recruited into being a theatre reviewer person...thingy. Let me explain. I recieved this flyer, and it invited me to be part of a theatre team! I'll confess I only glanced it; I thought I was attending a play. I reasoned that it's a public place and where better to find contacts? I met a very polite and friendly half-elf, (does this make Tavish the outlier?), by the name of Tassle. He had a very long title,
Ignore the prior lines, his name was Tassle Hoff Bitterberry the Bold. He was the manager or host of the establishment- the Feylight Garden Theatre, and I must say, it puts a tavern stage to shame. There were trees and undergrowth within the walls, and roots jutting from the theatre ceiling. Seriously, proper cool! I should have checked if there were any fruits, but I digress.
I had the pleasure of meeting 3 adventurers, Beets; a fairy-bug person with some really cool wings, like a beetle's wings! Pipper, a Lizardfolk with all manner of tools, I regret not inquiring more into those; I think the lockpicks you gave me are rusted. That or I should probably stop using them to clean my beak (I jest). And Yinmaris, an Elf who looked very...bright. The three of them seemed to be all vaguely acquainted, they seemed to all be very engaged with the topic of the Fae. They had all also come to help with the performance, the Fairy-Beetle was a narrator, the Lizardfolk a set-designer and the very bright elf a conductor. And clearly they've got to be really good at what they do, because they blew me away! Granted, the only other performance I've ever seen was a barnstorming recital of 'Roll out the Cask' in that tavern in
But seriously, they were...incredible! The very nice half-elf, Tassle, he'd wanted me to help him review different elements of the stage, said I had a keen-eye for things. (Was that because I was an Aarakokcra or...?) So I flapped around a bit, reviewed the set from an audience perspective, listened to some beautiful music (It's like a free concert doing this!) and watched rehearsals. Now, I know you guys sent me here to get away from the trouble in Faerun but it seems like there's stuff- a lot of stuff, going on here too. The play was a retelling of actual events here, a person being chased by Githyanki(?), turning into a bird and meeting a rather unfortunate end, and a big ol' battle, where a dragon was there! A real, honest to Tyr dragon! But also it apparently died. So I chose not to pry into it (seemed quite an emotional moment), although the set was genuinely incredible, and the puppet was fascinating!
Anyways, remember those roots in the ceiling I wrote about earlier? Well, I wanted to keep an eye on the audience; so I nestled myself on one of the larger roots, and kept an eye on the crowd- call it a birds eye view! I was supposed to keep an eye on reviewers, apparently the performance was something to do with a Fae competition; to put the best production together in 24 hours. Fae society seems to be merit based, from what I'd scribbled down. But while I was hidden up there, I saw some strange people! Five mask wearing people, who I imagine must be shy fae. There was one with a sun mask, a snow mask, a wave mask , a star mask and a moon mask. They must have known something about what the play was about, they seemed really engaged, in their own masked way, from what I could tell. Thank the feathers body language is a universal constant, huh? But they didn't seem to stick about for long, soon as the play ended; they were out like a canary from a cage.
I left quietly, I feel a bit bad, since I guess I spent most my time looking at those masked fellas. Also, I was pretty tired. I'm tempted to go back to that Tassle fellow, and talk to him a bit more; what's to know in Kantas. Who those masked fellas were. Oh, and some leads. Heck, even if he's missing a set prop, I'll take a case, haha!
...
The rest of the letter was relatively standard. He quizzed on his father's condition, he hoped he got well soon, and he promised he'd keep the good name of the Branch investigative firm going. Signing the letter with a "Love, Pyrin", he re-read the letter with a smile. Something then occurred to him. He hadn't figured out a return address.
