Forfarian Tales and Songs.

[DM Tarokka]

Immol, Barovia, Year 725

A barn. An ancient woman and a young man are speaking.

“Daenacht hael, my dear”
“Daenach hael to you, Mother
“Are we ready for the claidheamh dans of next night? Or better, are we ready for we need to do during it?
“The swords are ready and the dancers too. For the rest, Cruoch is taking care of it all”
“I believe she is way too young for this, but I trust the trust you placed in her”
“I humbly thank you, Mother”
“Any news of the Oaks and the Rowans past the borders?”
“They are keeping with their tasks. The Math Muinntir are revealing useless, the fight against the goblyns too”
“They are wrong. They cannot replace, they cannot defeat. They must join, this is our purpose”
“The fire will cleanse it all and the Genista will survive. The seeds are here and now”
“Cruoch...”
“What about her, my Son?”
“... Nothing... nothing, Mother”
“Go and call forth the others, we need to prepare”
“Seadh”

Silence.

***

Village Forfarmax, Hazlan, Year 740.

Dŕ Sgarbh Inn.

A Forfarian bard sings.

“Morrigan will rise again,
The eclipse draws close:
With thunders, bolts and rain
Will fall again what rose
In eternal sorrow and pain.
The twins may dare fight,
A slow and quiet siege,
In the land without liege,
In darkness the only light”

Music.

***

Immol, Barovia, Year 765.

The Bolting Stag Inn.

Two young people talking.

“We need to leave soon, Agatha”
“I know, Duncan, but I still do not feel at ease. I fear the bňcan”
“The bňcan will let us be, nŕdur will save and preserve us as usual”
“Cannot we wait?”
“We cannot, we are not dead leaves on a dirty ground which can protect the new seeds”
“I just do not understand the signs”
“Neither do I, but maybe the journey will set all this clear”
“Nae”

Music.

***

Immol, Barovia, Year 745.

Somewhere. An explosion. Noises. Fire. Burning. Children tears and adult cries.

“It's her, take the domna!”
"Kill the witch!"

Silence.

***

[DM Tarokka]

Village Forfarmax, Hazlan, Year 765.

Dŕ Sgarbh Inn.

A Forfarian bard sings.

I am the mayhem, I am the swirling twist,
Mother of mess, merciless flame fist,
Misery spawn and destruction,
Oak and rowan, frenzied friction,
Let it be, the ancient gist, void in the mist.

[Silence, again]

[DM Tarokka]

Edinburgh, Scotland, Year 1593 CE

A shadowed individual breaks into a local nobleman estate and steals a book. As he flees north, towards the heath, he reads aloud.

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air"

[Violent music of thunders, Mists arise, the man is seen no more]

***

London, England, Year 1603 CE.



A palace. Two people speaking.

"Are all the books been destroyed as we had ordered?"
"They are, my liege"
"Thou hast been useful in the task we asked"

[Silence]

***

Immol, Barovia, Year 744.

A barn.

"This is the book you may need"
"Is it? Let me see"

[Cries and yells]

***

Forlorn, somewhere in the Highlands.

A stone reads:

"Here lays Angus MacBrannagh, Lorekeeper from beyond the Mists".

[Silence]

[DM Tarokka]

London, England, Year 1611 CE

Globe Theatre.

A crowd is queueing. A man, in the back of the queue, stops, moves aside from the crowd, turns on himself three time, spits over his own left shoulder, swears in indicible way, then quietly murmurs:

"If we shadows have offended"

[Flourish]

***

Vallaki, Barovia, Year 765.

Residential District. Two people speaking.

"Seadh, I can swear there was written 'Morrigan' in there"
"I believed it was a cult long forgotten as Andral here in Barovia"
"Maybe it is just some old paper someone found. I didn't dare asking"
"So what worries you?"
"You know, all these stories about the people beyond the Mists who mess up with the lives of us"
"Seadh"
"What if they have awaken some bňcan of the past?"
"Maybe they have, nŕdur is in turmoil, someone has claimed having seen some green faced monster"
"Cuidich!"
"Maybe we're worring too much"
"Seadh, maybe"
"Going home, Bran"
"Beannachd leat, Malcolm"
"Beannachd leat"

[Silence]

***

Immol, Barovia, Year 739.

A barn. Two people are talking.

"I love you, Cruoch"
"I love you too, Kenneth"
"Why do you frown?"
"Mother..."
"What about her?"
"She says you're ready"
"Ready? She has taught me everything so far"
"She wants grandchildren"
"Do you want children?"
"Seadh"

[Silence]

***

Village Forfarmax, Hazlan, Year 760.

Dŕ Sgarbh Inn.

A bard is singing.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

[Flourish]

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Port-ŕ-Lucine, Dementlieu, Year 765.

Le Grand Bazaar.

Two people speaking, while the crowd is simple noisy.

"Mademoiselle, I will do whatever I can to find notices about le libre you are looking for"
"It is matter of mult big importance, you cannot understand"
"I told you that for now je ne c'est pas, I need to browse in our stock, oui?"
"I need it acum... quick"
"I cannot do more"
"La Iadul"

[Noises, voices, crowd, mess, eggs and dyes are sold]

***

Immol, Barovia, Year 760.

A Barn. An ancient lady speaking to herself.

"Where is my book now? Cruoch seems having come back. I need to stop her. She will be after me and after the twins. Late, too late..."

[An explosion]

***

Blaustein, Year 764.

Davy Jones' Locker.

Noises of a typical mariners' pub

"We have it"
"Bien, tres bien"

[Laughters and songs]

***

Village Forfarmax, Hazlan, Year 765

Dŕ Sgarbh Inn.

A bard sings.

"Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Agatha, it's me, Agatha come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window

Duncan, it's me, Duncan come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window

Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine alot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love, Cruoch
Your one dream, your only mother"

[Silence]

***

[DM Tarokka]

Degannwy, Barovia, Year 765.

Nant Gaerwyn.

A small person among elves.

Slŕinte, and I'm here completely lost,
No friends, many foes, the last most:
Lead me to a rainbow,
Low to high, high to low,
I want home again, at any cost.

[Tears]

***

Blaustein, Year 764.

Davy Jones' Locker.

Two people speaking.

"We have to understand how to use this in the best way"
"Tres bien, but we need to send someone to some library to acquire lore"
"I cannot stand being avec les fops of there"
"What about Amelie?"
"Amelie may go, we will ask her"

[Songs and laughters]

***

London, England, Year 1596 CE.

A noble household.

On a small stage, a weirdly dressed actor goes for his last speech.

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.

[Flourish]

***

Immol, Barovia, 765

A barn.

Two people speaking.

"They helped us, Duncan, do you think they will do it again?"
"Seadh, and if they find Camelia they may get rid of the bňcan too"
"They think the bňcan being our mother"
"Nae, Agatha, it must be something else. Our mother is dead"
"But how can a bňcan die?"
"Nŕdur will provide"

***

[DM Tarokka]

Vallaki, Barovia, 765.

Western Outskirts, Charnel house.

A small ghost, singing a sad song to two people.

I am the memory of those who were caught,
I am the past, I am your future,
Battles were won and lost, battles were fought,
Death is the only end, are you sure?
Why am I here? Who took me from my home?
The mayhem and destruction owned me, owned us,
Oak and Rowan, worshippers of a church without a dome,
Morrigan will prevail by destroying what she does.
Morrigan leave me be, Morrigan leave us be,
We are doomed never to be free.

[Silence]

***

[DM Tarokka]

Blaustein, Year 745.

Castle Bluebeard.

A ghost moaning.

This door you might not open, and you did;
  So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed. . . .  Here is no treasure hid,
  No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain
  For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,
But only what you see. . . .  Look yet again—
  An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.
Yet this alone out of my life I kept
  Unto myself, lest any know me quite;
And you did so profane me when you crept
  Unto the threshold of this room to-night
That I must never more behold your face.
  This now is yours.  I seek another place.

[Silence]

***

Blaustein, Year 765.

Davy Jones' Locker.

Two people talking

"They were asking too many questions"
"Oui, they were, but what should we care of, Amelie?"
"C'est possible they knew something"
"You sure?"
"Je ne c'est pas. I will have someone on their tracks"

[Laughters]

***

Vallaki, Barovia, Year 765.

A basement.

Two people glancing at a book.

"The only true way to destroy a ghost is............"

[Silence, again]

***

[DM Tarokka]

Blaustein, Year 766.

In the Barraks.

Two people speaking.

"We miss a dozen pages. Find them and you will be rewarded"
"I will start as soon as possible"

[Rolling waves of the Sea of Sorrows]


***

Vallaki, Barovia, Year 766.

Slums. Sanctuary of the Eternal Dawn.

A crone enters the building and starts speaking with several people. Nothing is known exactly. Someone heard the names "Cruoch", "Morrigan" and "Scotus" mentioned.

[Shout of Vallaki slums at morning]

***

Immol, Barovia, Year 764

A barn. Voices.

"We have it, run!"
"Oui, let's run to the Vistani vardo"
"Wait, what's that?"
"A little demon!"

[Struggle, fight, some pages are torn out of the book]

"RUN!"

[Silence]

***

[DM Tarokka]

Immol, Barovia, Year 766.

In a barn. Two people speaking.

"They are coming again, sister"
"They want to hunt our mother"
"They will fail, and they will embrace Morrigan's cold touch"
"Seadh"

[Silence]

***

Vallaki, Barovia, Year 766.

Slums. The Wayfarer Kinship Headquarter.

Two women speaking.

"I vill help you"
"Ask of Foxgrove, in Port, remember"

[Silence]

***

Blaustein, Year 765.

Bluebeard's Keep. A man shouts at a woman.

"THIS IS NOT WORKING!"
"It should, my lord..."
"IT IS NOT!"
"I..."
"YOU ARE FINDING A WAY TO... "

Ghostly moans. The man fleed holding his head in his hands. The woman shakes her head, joins hands.

"I will, my lord", almost to herself.

[Ghostly moans, again, for all the night]

***

London, England, Year 1605 CE.

A stage.

Hecate "Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me"

First Witch: "Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again"

[Exeunt omnes]

***

[DM Tarokka]

Cardiff, Wales, Year 1630.

A small stage, in an inn. Two actors playing.

Melibea: So you think this is some great prize, Calisto? 
Calisto:  I hold it in such esteem indeed, that if God would give me a seat in heaven above his saints, it would not make me as happy.
Melibea:  Then there is more, an equal reward I will give you if you persevere.
Calisto: Oh my fortunate ears, that indignantly have heard such a great word!

[...]

A witch enters.

Celestina: You have said it well; I catch your drift. The wink of an eye is enough for me. I say that I am glad of this news, as surgeons are of broken heads. And like those who in the beginning damage the wounds to make more expensive the promise of health, so do I intend to do to Calisto. Prolonging the certainty of a cure, because as they say, delayed hope afflicts the heart and the closer he is to losing it the more he seems to expect it. You understand.

[Flourish]

***

Immol, Barovia, 766.

A hut.

A crone and some five people speaking.

"You will need to find the missing parts of this book"
"Where is the one which was not stolen"
"Try ask the Count"

[More words, more talks, finally silence]

***

Around Krofburg, Barovia, 766

Mountains. Two faeries and two people talking.

"Where are we?"
"You're lost"
"We will make a garden here then"
"That is the spirit!"

***

Toledo, Spain, 1500 CE

A church, two people speaking.

"You will translate this and send it to Britain"
"There is heresy growing too much there"
"They must be punished"
"Indeed"

***

[DM Tarokka]

// quiet nudge...