Sunday, June 11, 2017


The Tale of Two Weddings, Interrupted

Cast
Miguel Zapico as Dario: https://plus.google.com/110571442854327851279/posts/cLvckC79KHG
Keith Stetson as Hypatia: https://plus.google.com/113990765511580864989/posts/7Y5CChJE7dJ
Epidiah Ravachol as Overplayer

Our rogues, unsure of which gem on the royal wedding gown is the one they seek, steal the whole gown. The guards give chase and Dario calls butterflies from Hypatia's blossoms to carry them over a chasm. But each butterfly melds into a gem and flutters off: ill gotten gains scattered to the winds. Who else is looking for this gem?

The rogues flee into the catacombs beneath the city gardens and enter a huge, octagonal library, its caretaker an abomination made of the parts of its former librarians. Hypatia's vines tie her her Dario together and they meld to become one destructive force that smashes the golem and distracts the guards. Bits of the golem crawl around the library still, they say.

A week later our rogues stumble from the city, bedraggled and road worn, and find themselves in the midst of another wedding. Dario plays a jaunty tune, but the song has different meanings in the groom's culture than the bride's. He takes offense. Know your audience before you start strumming, Dario. Hypatia tries to smooths thing over by singing the correct lyrics to the groom, but he becomes infatuated with her over his bride; a merry tune taken wrongly, twice.

Infuriated, the bride calls down a giant moth to carry the groom away. Sparks from the bonfire trace butterflies around a bride. The lost butterflies land and take their former shape. The bride is dressed in her own royal gown and armed with fork and knife; she is of the species that eats their mates. Hypatia's roots hold the drunken revelers still, but the alcohol in her veins is as flammable as any other. Fire races across magical roots, engulfing the village. Dario strums faster, fanning the flames. The bride plunges her knife into the usurper Hypatia. When she tries to pull it out, vines hold it - and her - close. Hypatia plucks the sought gem from the gown and sings the glum words of Dario's wedding song to the bride as the vines squeeze tighter and tighter...

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