One day a charismatic stranger appeared in uBs, armed with a strong voice and a head full of dangerous ideas. His diatribes were an affront to the Watcher’s divinity and the kingdom’s authority, but they were beginning to catch the attention of an impressionable people. Something would have to be done…The blasphemous drivel from this ‘prophet’ was beginning to undermine the rule of the kingdom, not to mention the divine power of the Watcher! The instigator would have to be quieted…one way or another.
By
uBs standards, the day had been relatively peaceful. Lady Redrum prepared to go about her daily
duties as a ruler, oblivious to the growing disquiet beyond the throne
room. Thus, Her Highness was somewhat
surprised when she received an urgent summons from Royal Adviser Katrina. Meanwhile, Tourbadour Goeb was having a rough
time, ‘Lately my performances have not been thrilling my audiences like they
once did. Am I losing my touch? No, that is absurd. I just need to find some fresh inspiration to
wow the masses again.’
Lady Redrum finds her advisor and asks for the news. It appears that a stranger may be causing a few of the townsfolk to miss work and neglect religious services. The Queen will have nothing of the sort. She calls a meeting in the throne room of the court to find what is going on. The details come pouring in. There is a prophet of a new religion preaching questionable virtues at the forest clearing. The Monarch heads that way to see it for herself. In the clearing there is a group gathered but it appears the prophet is nowhere to be seen. Lady Redrum decides to demand answers from the crowd. The followers simply reply with “I’m being oppressed!” The Queen brews up some ale to help loosen the tongues of the so called followers so she can get her answers. After a few drinks, the guard of the prophet deems Lady Redrum ‘unworthy’ of seeing the prophet. This angers the Queen who then threatens the most recent convert with death. The man trembles, “The words of Prophet Brennan speak to my soul. Why shouldn't we live according to nature’s laws? He says nature’s truth undermines your fabricated reign of oppression.”
Meanwhile, Goeb is gathering inspiration to write a masterpiece to help win back the hearts of the people of uBs. He writes a poem using love and the sky and stars to help back up his witty word play. After he finishes it, he seeks out the Town Crier for a personal reading to see some opinions. She listens for a bit and then when he finishes looks troubled, “Yes, a very nice fable…Poem, you say? I apologize, I was only partially listening. Ever since I heard Prophet Brennan speaking near the forest, I've been a bit distracted. What an oration he gives. Almost makes me want to drop this damn bell and go live in the woods…” Goeb sighs and heads to the throne room to seek out the Royal Adviser to request a public performance. Her response isn't a good one, “I am sorry, Goeb. I cannot authorize a public performance right now. Trouble has come to uBs, and he is clouding the hearts and minds of the townsfolk. Lady Redrum is currently seeing to the issue herself.”
Lady Redrum returned to the throne room to confer with her adviser on the issue. Katrina had an idea, “Perhaps we need a more subtle approach here. Excuse me for saying this but you are fairly…conspicuous. I happen to know Goeb is idle, might you work with him on this?” The Monarch seeks out her trusty Troubadour and he comes up with an idea for a disguise. If the Prophet can’t see her, he won’t know she is there! Goeb runs off the village to begin preparing a disguise while Lady Redrum takes a stroll through the forest to prepare herself for this upcoming scandal. Goeb delivers the soiled rags of the commoners to Lady Redrum. The Queen thanks him and tells him to prepare to perform.
Goeb wanders home and restrings his best lute to be ready for whatever the Monarch expects of him. “My instruments are ready to compete against the words of the prophet. Let us see how his charisma holds up against my powerful melodies.” Lady Redum adorns herself with the clothing of the commoner and heads to the forest to listen to this false prophet and his teachings. The Monarch is furious, “This is the most traitorous, ignorant speech I have ever heard! How can anyone fall for this absurdity?! I shall show them how truly ‘oppressive’ I can be by outlawing this nature worship for good!” The Queen storms back to the castle and drafts a law immediately. She delivers it to the town crier to spread the word. After it’s delivered, the Queen goes to feed the pit beast a bit of a snack before he is needed. A few hours later the town crier rushes to the Monarch’s side, “Your Majesty, I was just coming to find you! The people are more under the prophet’s sway than you may have through, for they blatantly disregarded the new law. I had to dodge more than a few eggs to reach you.”
On the other side of the kingdom, Goeb is writing a masterpiece play about the greatness of the kingdom of uBs. It encompasses the kingdom and the royalty that lives there. Also, it incorporates the Watcher and the different religions that play a part. The final part is love, because who doesn't love being in uBs? With the play finished, Goeb gives a sample of it to the royal adviser. She absolutely loves it!
The morning dawns and the Monarch is already discussing the events with Goeb. “I need your help yet again. My royal hands are tied to officially outlaw Prophet Brennan. I ask that you travel to the forest path where the prophet is luring away my impressionable people, and use your charismatic performance to distract the crowd. Once you have captured their attention, you may be able to convince the Prophet that your intent was not malicious and that you’d like to make it up to him with an offering of the finest art.”
Goeb arrives in the clearing and starts playing his finest songs on his lute. The Prophet is upset, “You there, minstrel! These people came here to learn of nature’s bounty at my feet, not to be distracted by your clumsy pluckings. What is the meaning behind this racket?” Goeb apologizes profusely and personally invites the Prophet to the tavern for a performance.
Meanwhile, Lady Redrum had asked a disciple to take a nature walk with her to help her see the prophet’s ways. Deep in the woods, Lady Redrum was following her guide when a rustling nearby brush broke the serenity of the forest, and drew the hikers’ attention to the shadowy underbrush thick along the trail. The disciple froze, naively leaning down towards the rising noise. Lady Redrum stepped back to watch the scene unfold. The disciple bent down, cooing softly at the ruckus, when a great brown shape charged from the bush knocking the disciple to the ground in a cry of pain. Reacting quickly, Lady Redrum drew cold metal and swung at the dire boar as it prepared to bring its massive tusks to bear on the disciple. The blade bit deeply into the beast’s muscled haunch. With a blood-curdling squeal, the boar turned its beady gave on its attacked before quickly retreating into the brush. The Monarch helped the injured disciple up and half-carried the stumbling figure out of the forest. The Queen asked for a testimony from the injured man. He replied, “You saved my life in there. Of course I’ll speak on your behalf! I am ashamed of my behavior…nature is not divine, it’s wild and terrifying!”
The crowd gathers within the walls of the tavern to see the final showdown between the great Prophet and ubs’s very own Goeb. Goeb steps up on the stage and performs the play of his life retelling the adventures of uBs through the eyes of a hero. The crowd loves it and the false Prophet is overwhelmed with the magnificence of the play. He collapses on the floor of the tavern, never to rise again.
Lady Redrum finds her advisor and asks for the news. It appears that a stranger may be causing a few of the townsfolk to miss work and neglect religious services. The Queen will have nothing of the sort. She calls a meeting in the throne room of the court to find what is going on. The details come pouring in. There is a prophet of a new religion preaching questionable virtues at the forest clearing. The Monarch heads that way to see it for herself. In the clearing there is a group gathered but it appears the prophet is nowhere to be seen. Lady Redrum decides to demand answers from the crowd. The followers simply reply with “I’m being oppressed!” The Queen brews up some ale to help loosen the tongues of the so called followers so she can get her answers. After a few drinks, the guard of the prophet deems Lady Redrum ‘unworthy’ of seeing the prophet. This angers the Queen who then threatens the most recent convert with death. The man trembles, “The words of Prophet Brennan speak to my soul. Why shouldn't we live according to nature’s laws? He says nature’s truth undermines your fabricated reign of oppression.”
Meanwhile, Goeb is gathering inspiration to write a masterpiece to help win back the hearts of the people of uBs. He writes a poem using love and the sky and stars to help back up his witty word play. After he finishes it, he seeks out the Town Crier for a personal reading to see some opinions. She listens for a bit and then when he finishes looks troubled, “Yes, a very nice fable…Poem, you say? I apologize, I was only partially listening. Ever since I heard Prophet Brennan speaking near the forest, I've been a bit distracted. What an oration he gives. Almost makes me want to drop this damn bell and go live in the woods…” Goeb sighs and heads to the throne room to seek out the Royal Adviser to request a public performance. Her response isn't a good one, “I am sorry, Goeb. I cannot authorize a public performance right now. Trouble has come to uBs, and he is clouding the hearts and minds of the townsfolk. Lady Redrum is currently seeing to the issue herself.”
Lady Redrum returned to the throne room to confer with her adviser on the issue. Katrina had an idea, “Perhaps we need a more subtle approach here. Excuse me for saying this but you are fairly…conspicuous. I happen to know Goeb is idle, might you work with him on this?” The Monarch seeks out her trusty Troubadour and he comes up with an idea for a disguise. If the Prophet can’t see her, he won’t know she is there! Goeb runs off the village to begin preparing a disguise while Lady Redrum takes a stroll through the forest to prepare herself for this upcoming scandal. Goeb delivers the soiled rags of the commoners to Lady Redrum. The Queen thanks him and tells him to prepare to perform.
Goeb wanders home and restrings his best lute to be ready for whatever the Monarch expects of him. “My instruments are ready to compete against the words of the prophet. Let us see how his charisma holds up against my powerful melodies.” Lady Redum adorns herself with the clothing of the commoner and heads to the forest to listen to this false prophet and his teachings. The Monarch is furious, “This is the most traitorous, ignorant speech I have ever heard! How can anyone fall for this absurdity?! I shall show them how truly ‘oppressive’ I can be by outlawing this nature worship for good!” The Queen storms back to the castle and drafts a law immediately. She delivers it to the town crier to spread the word. After it’s delivered, the Queen goes to feed the pit beast a bit of a snack before he is needed. A few hours later the town crier rushes to the Monarch’s side, “Your Majesty, I was just coming to find you! The people are more under the prophet’s sway than you may have through, for they blatantly disregarded the new law. I had to dodge more than a few eggs to reach you.”
On the other side of the kingdom, Goeb is writing a masterpiece play about the greatness of the kingdom of uBs. It encompasses the kingdom and the royalty that lives there. Also, it incorporates the Watcher and the different religions that play a part. The final part is love, because who doesn't love being in uBs? With the play finished, Goeb gives a sample of it to the royal adviser. She absolutely loves it!
The morning dawns and the Monarch is already discussing the events with Goeb. “I need your help yet again. My royal hands are tied to officially outlaw Prophet Brennan. I ask that you travel to the forest path where the prophet is luring away my impressionable people, and use your charismatic performance to distract the crowd. Once you have captured their attention, you may be able to convince the Prophet that your intent was not malicious and that you’d like to make it up to him with an offering of the finest art.”
Goeb arrives in the clearing and starts playing his finest songs on his lute. The Prophet is upset, “You there, minstrel! These people came here to learn of nature’s bounty at my feet, not to be distracted by your clumsy pluckings. What is the meaning behind this racket?” Goeb apologizes profusely and personally invites the Prophet to the tavern for a performance.
Meanwhile, Lady Redrum had asked a disciple to take a nature walk with her to help her see the prophet’s ways. Deep in the woods, Lady Redrum was following her guide when a rustling nearby brush broke the serenity of the forest, and drew the hikers’ attention to the shadowy underbrush thick along the trail. The disciple froze, naively leaning down towards the rising noise. Lady Redrum stepped back to watch the scene unfold. The disciple bent down, cooing softly at the ruckus, when a great brown shape charged from the bush knocking the disciple to the ground in a cry of pain. Reacting quickly, Lady Redrum drew cold metal and swung at the dire boar as it prepared to bring its massive tusks to bear on the disciple. The blade bit deeply into the beast’s muscled haunch. With a blood-curdling squeal, the boar turned its beady gave on its attacked before quickly retreating into the brush. The Monarch helped the injured disciple up and half-carried the stumbling figure out of the forest. The Queen asked for a testimony from the injured man. He replied, “You saved my life in there. Of course I’ll speak on your behalf! I am ashamed of my behavior…nature is not divine, it’s wild and terrifying!”
The crowd gathers within the walls of the tavern to see the final showdown between the great Prophet and ubs’s very own Goeb. Goeb steps up on the stage and performs the play of his life retelling the adventures of uBs through the eyes of a hero. The crowd loves it and the false Prophet is overwhelmed with the magnificence of the play. He collapses on the floor of the tavern, never to rise again.
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