Postby Topaz » Sat Mar 05, 2011 3:50 am
The Rescue of Figmar
Author: Topaz
This large volume, carefully bound in tanned bos hide and decorated with gold, contains the complete text of the play The Rescue of Figmar, which recounts one of the adventures of the enchanter Figmar the Sage.
EXCERPT:
ACT II. Night. A remote and mountainous region of Valorn.
WARRIOR: Night spreads its cloak, beneath which we should rest.
We cannot track while darkness rules the land.
ROGUE: 'Tis so. Among these mountains let us lie
in some ravine or cavern, with a fire
at cavern's mouth, for warmth and safety's sake.
CLERIC: Yes, for these mountains show no trail or pass,
nor are they known or charted. We are lost.
WARRIOR: Can we not find our bearings by the stars?
Look how they brightly burn, to light our way!
And each depicts a story, I am told.
CLERIC: A story or a picture in the stars
many have seen. Behold the Demon's Eye,
the Scorpion and the Bos, the beauteous Queen,
the Warrior and the Sage. Across the sky
these hold their pageantry, adorned in light.
WARRIOR: The Sage I do not know. Pray, tell that tale.
(The CLERIC points at the sky)
CLERIC: The Sage is seated, with a mage's staff
held in his hand and pointing. It depicts
the great enchanter Figmar the Astute,
whose many exploits surely you have heard.
'Twas he who overcame the Silver Maze,
who found the Rainbow Goblet, and at last
answered the cryptic Riddle of the Plague.
WARRIOR: Is his the story written in the stars?
CLERIC: What say you?
WARRIOR: In that parchment we have found,
"Read in the stars," it says, "the sage's story."
CLERIC: I had not thought, but surely it might be.
ROGUE: Look, a star falls! How bright its flaming path!
CLERIC: By Ben the Mighty and by Cory's light!
It falls indeed, and seemed to fall so close
that I might catch its brilliance in my hand,
brighter than jewel or than dragon-fire,
a flashing spark, straight from Miranda's eyes.
ROGUE: So says the cleric, but I do declare
that where it fell was not too distant hence
from this, the valley where we chose to rest.
WARRIOR: If it is truly here, and truly shines,
and is no false illusion, let us go,
with our own eyes to see the wondrous sight.
Though all is dark, such light will show the way.
(ROGUE, WARRIOR, and CLERIC go in the direction of the fallen star.)
ACT III. Night. An unknown valley.
CLERIC: I see the light! Lo, where it brightly shines
from that low place or cavern-mouth ahead.
ROGUE: I too behold the light, but is it sure
that 'tis that selfsame star that fell from high
and not some evil or demonic glow?
CLERIC: What demon-fire could rival godly starlight?
ROGUE: But why would starlight shine from underground?
CLERIC: A fallen star might carve a crater deep.
(The WARRIOR goes forward.)
WARRIOR: Now downward to the cavern let us go
to seek the light, for I can see it well,
an eerie glow, not star nor demon-fire,
but blue and swirling, an enchanter's gate.
ROGUE: A portal here in this uncharted place?
Without a doubt a riddle deep and strange,
and, it may be, of dangerous design.
CLERIC: What of the fallen star? I see no trace,
yet surely its descent was very nigh.
(The CLERIC, WARRIOR, and ROGUE move closer to the portal)
ROGUE: There are no footprints in the dust to show
who came this way, or when, to cast this gate,
or where it leads.
CLERIC: But surely 'tis a sign
sent from the gods themselves, that we should seek
the answer to this shining mystery!
ROGUE: The gods themselves have sent us wits to use,
so to avoid the jaws of needless peril
and foolish chances which avail us naught.
WARRIOR: The gods love courage. I shall lead the way.
CLERIC: The gods are worthy of our trust. Lead on
and I shall follow, for I feel the call
of some unknown, unfathomed mystery.
ROGUE: Then I shall follow after, but be warned
that if this errand ends in all our deaths,
my dying words will be "I told you so."