Post by Aalai on Dec 21, 2007 21:31:03 GMT -5
These are mostly rough stories. Not to mention places to keep them all in the same place. Feel free to read if you wish.
SHORT STORY: (written for a contest on RPGC)
Candlelight flickered in the gorgeous chandeliers, below the food laden table seemed to groan underneath their burden. Of course all of this was outdone by the inhabitants of the castle themselves, guests and visitors from afar mostly. The gorgeous silk gowns don by the ladies were only outdone by the stiff , suits worn by the gentlemen. Yet what was this party but a charade? The simplest dressed man in the castle asked himself.
Leaning his head against the wall the man watched the colors swarm into a myriad, of deceit. The masks that every party goer had to wear were nothing but a way to hide the glare, and scowls. A mere band aid put over the giant wound threatening to rip the kingdom apart at its’ very seams. Fools. The same lords who were joking with each other this very night would be telling their closest assassin the best way to stick a knife in his new ’friends’ pompous back.
Even if he didn’t believe in the Principle of masks the man dressed in black wore one. His of course was not as tangible as the others, no gaudy feathers crossed his face. No sequins dotted his cheeks. This fellow didn’t need one, a smile and a wave was all that was needed.
Head jerking up the fellow looked across the room , to hear the laughing wife of one lord calling to him.
“Your Majesty! Come here! I---”
The rest was lost in a whirlwind in laughter, and tinkling wineglasses as the King marched over. As dignified as he could he kissed the lady’s hand, trying not to gag in the process. Putting on his most dazzling smile he drank a toast.
“To prosperity and everlasting Comradeship!”His voice echoed.
Yet his mind roared something different.
Here’s to fools, and masks! Hidden underneath masks, treacherous backstabbers us nobles are.
Politics. It existed then it exists now. Better then any conmen these folks know how to play the game of masks and play it right.
SHORT STORY: (written for a contest on RPGC)
Candlelight flickered in the gorgeous chandeliers, below the food laden table seemed to groan underneath their burden. Of course all of this was outdone by the inhabitants of the castle themselves, guests and visitors from afar mostly. The gorgeous silk gowns don by the ladies were only outdone by the stiff , suits worn by the gentlemen. Yet what was this party but a charade? The simplest dressed man in the castle asked himself.
Leaning his head against the wall the man watched the colors swarm into a myriad, of deceit. The masks that every party goer had to wear were nothing but a way to hide the glare, and scowls. A mere band aid put over the giant wound threatening to rip the kingdom apart at its’ very seams. Fools. The same lords who were joking with each other this very night would be telling their closest assassin the best way to stick a knife in his new ’friends’ pompous back.
Even if he didn’t believe in the Principle of masks the man dressed in black wore one. His of course was not as tangible as the others, no gaudy feathers crossed his face. No sequins dotted his cheeks. This fellow didn’t need one, a smile and a wave was all that was needed.
Head jerking up the fellow looked across the room , to hear the laughing wife of one lord calling to him.
“Your Majesty! Come here! I---”
The rest was lost in a whirlwind in laughter, and tinkling wineglasses as the King marched over. As dignified as he could he kissed the lady’s hand, trying not to gag in the process. Putting on his most dazzling smile he drank a toast.
“To prosperity and everlasting Comradeship!”His voice echoed.
Yet his mind roared something different.
Here’s to fools, and masks! Hidden underneath masks, treacherous backstabbers us nobles are.
Politics. It existed then it exists now. Better then any conmen these folks know how to play the game of masks and play it right.
