Talador, Eyre, Prisoner Set: Single table, fancy silverware, a teapot.
Eyre (Bored): "Unlike True Immortals who are born with purpose and a set roll, Mortals are born so fragile, bare to be shaped by their lands and kin. Even at their best they are but fragments, small and limited in their understanding of all. The most enduring among them are still but fragment of time."
Talador(Insightful): "True, but they learn faster then any Immortal can ever dare dream, deep inhale. Truly, a sight to be seen."
Prisoner(Casual, Suddenly appears at the table, wearing prisoner robes, ball and chain to his leg.) "Excuse me? But how exactly am I supposed to grasp the concept of Time? I live for a century at best. Perhaps more, depends on the ears."
Eyre (Boastful): "And who are you to have such ambition and gull to take your sit with us at all?"
Prisner (Boastful): "I am Sir. Irchard of Alstey and I have come for tea. A god would be a good company as any other, woudn't you agree?"
Talador (Excited): "A Prisoner! What an existing sight! Just be carful, so you won't slip and die."
Eyre (Casual, returning to the conversation): "The abuse of the Royal, that is how I always gets them. So eager to prove, so quick to approve."
Talador (Pondering, sipping from his tea): "But those who shine the brightest are those who are burn with less. They remain whole, but the same, nonetheless."
Prisoner (Casual) : "Am I shining bright?"
Erye:(Cynical, considering for a moment): "Brighter then most, still doomed to failure I'm afraid. Would you pray for my aid?"
Talador (Cheerful): "Give our poor prisoner some hope, he did climbed all the way up here, did he not?"
Prisoner (Fierce, Ignoring his clothes): "I am no prisoner and this is no prison. I think and I am and I won't bow to anyone equal."
Talador (Laughing): "Yes you are, and yes it is. I shall tell you tour tale, after which, surely you'll go back on the trail."
Act 2: Prisoners and Masters
Talador, Eyre, Prisoner Set: Single table, fancy silverware, bread and pastries on the table.
Talador(Dramatic): "You are all prisoners, merely glimpses in time. We mostly look, sometimes we guide, keeping you under check is a duty second to none."
Prisoner(Doubtful): "You say that, yet we fight and we kill, at times we are not even sure what is real."
Eyre(Boastful): "Quite a gift, to achieve what you wish, to be able to fight for your will."
Prisoner(Deflective): "Truly, a freedom well desired, yet why must we oppress so many? Why do we cleanse them with iron and fire?"
Taldor(Cautious): "Count the chairs at the table my dear soul, we have no room for one more."
Eyre(Defensive): "We are not those to blame. We are not born of greed. You agreed to the terms long before you lived."
Prisoner(Casual): "I shall follow no call and hear no plea, for I have done my fair share of misery in the name of thy."
Talador(Cynical): "No room to accuse where the sinners drink tea."
Eyre(Boastful): "You live and die, and we sit and dine. Each time you remain more or less the same divine."
Talador(Insightful): "Some Mortals come from outside the fold, Prisoners of the Prison who try to whithold. Each time they try, and each time they fail. Such potential, so much waste."
Prisoner(Calm): "How can one achieve any respected greatness, when even their gods remain so helpless?"
Eyre(To Talador, Angry): "Such weakness, such hinderers. If not for your tricks I would already wreaked havoc and reclaimed our heritage!"
Talador(Dismissive): "I did, and all took part, death comes to all, chaotic or aligned."
Prisoner(Confident): "Yet it is not here with us, shall we dine, or shall we fast?"
Eyre (Cynical): "Even here, true and true, you show impatience, born to pursue."
Taldor(Insightful): "You may have climbed but you still cannot sing. The melody of time, none can wield. Your actions are your own and of yet to come, perhaps you shall join us again once or twice."
Act 3: The Melody
Talador, Eyre, Prisoner Set: Single table, fancy silverware, plenty of food on the table.
Talador(Caring): Time is the movement; it plays the strings in perfect harmony. The melody sings through the havens and we dance according to its retheme."
Eyre(Excited): "Such are the tunes of war and conquest, of destiny and legends. We pull the stings that are set, the movement echo, the Numidius ring. A different chime, but precise, predictable."
Prisoner(Loudy): "We are foretold yet we are not certain?"
Talador(Sigh, heavy): "You are, for you are the ring. The reality in the dream. A tune that is played for a time."
Eyre(Doubtful): "Mortals do not see the dancers as the presents do not hear the royalty, they are puppets of the strings and of the heavens, cheering to the tune of our dance."
Prisoner(Resolved): "Than I shall not dance or sing or cheer. My destiny is my own to bear, I do so without fear."
Talador(Amused): "Death is the only certain. The constant of the melody, when the sting stops their movement, awaiting to be stung anew."
Act 4: The Prison
Talador, Eyre, Prisoner Set: Single table, fancy silverware, sweets and candies on the table.
Eyre(Amused): "The echo is creation, the idea of self. To be born without, is to always fail."
Talador(content): "It is high time I was on my way. The seasons are due, and my duties I shall always do."
Prisoner(smiling): "This indeed was lovely; I thank thy for the company. Surely the next time we dance I will be able to parley."
Erye(Laughing, cheerful): "Sadly not, for this is a one-way trip, from here it is only downward, straight into the abyss."
Prisoner(Shocked): "How did I wronged? Where did I trip?"
Talador(Comforting): "You dared to climb upward; That is part of the trick."
