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Chapter 100: Backstage

    Chapter 100: Backstage


    The entire crowd stood up and apuded the performance with thunderous cheer. Stryg was the only one who sat in his chair quietly. He grimaced at the moring noise assaulting his sensitive ears. Had he known this was going to happen at the end he would have left early.


    The actors came out from backstage and formed a line. They held hands and bowed several times to the crowd. Stryg mbered up on Rhian to get a good look at them. Several had not appeared during the y, Stryg wondered if some were the purple magi who had cast the illusion spells.


    After what seemed an eternity the curtains closed and the actors disappeared backstage. The incessant pping finally stopped and the crowd began to dissipate.


    That was incredible! I never knew a y was so shy. We showhorses definitely have to take a page out of their book for our own performances, Rhian sighed in admiration.


    It was enlightening, to say the least, Stryg eyed the stage curtains.


    <em>Masteeeer</em>, you have that weird look in your eyes. I mean, your eyes always look weird, what with the purple eyes and shifting pupil stuff going on. Though, right now you have that look that says, Im going to do something that everyone clearly doesnt like, but I dont care.


    Are you finished? Stryg raised an eyebrow.


    Rhianughed, Are you serious? Do you know how many looks youve got? Ive been counting. I even got names for them. Theres the I dont understand what youre saying look, the I dont care to understand side nce, the Im going to kill that person re, or my fav-


    Stryg hopped off Rhian and made his way to the front of the stage. People that were taller than him tried getting past him, eager to get to the exit. Unfortunately, everyone was taller than him. Unfortunately for them, at least. Stryg pushed them away with what he considered a light tap, but he ended up unwittingly shoving them into several bystanders behind.


    A dwarf noticed what was happening and stepped aside for Stryg as he walked by. Stryg reached the front and vaulted over the 6 ft stage with ease. He ignored the shouts from the crowd behind. He pushed the curtain aside and slipped backstage.


    Most of the actors had already left, but several stage workers were still moving about equipment and props. A few of the musicians were packing their instruments. They all froze as they stared at the sudden intruder.


    Hey, you cant be back here, a brawny stagehand called out.


    The orc ced down the equipment he was carrying and walked over to the goblin, I said you cant be back here, kid.


    I wanted to ask about the magical disy during the performance, Stryg didnt bother to look at the orc. He nced around, looking for any who might seem to be a mage.


    Sorry, kid. Every fan wants to go backstage, doesnt mean you can, the orc stepped in and blocked his view.


    Backstage? Is that what this is called? I guess it makes sense, Stryg nodded to himself.


    Okay, time to scram. We dont have time for this, he grabbed the goblins shoulder.


    Strygs hand shot out reflexively, grabbed the offending wrist and squeezed. The orc screamed in pain as he fell to his knees. The other workers backed away in fear.


    Excuse me, would you release my stagehand, please?


    Stryg turned to the familiar voice. A masked woman wearing a tight grey costume stood in front of him, smiling.


    Youre the narrator, he said in recognition.


    She removed her mask. A bundle of ck curls fell down framing her oval face. Her face was unblemished, save for the wrinkles at the edge of her eyes. I do have a name, but everyone back here just calls me Captain, she winked.


    I have some questions, Stryg said.


    Id love to help answer them, but Im a bit preupied with the whimpering of my stagehand, she stared pointedly at the orc.


    Oh, right, Stryg released the mans wrist.


    The orc scurried away.


    Thank you, the Captain nodded to Stryg. She waved another worker over, Take him to the doctor to get his hand checked.


    Right away, the worker nodded. He helped the stagehand up and took him through a door at the left side of the backstage.


    Carry on, everyone, the Captain pped.


    The other crew members mumbled under their breaths, but went on with their duties.


    So, Mister Fan, how can the Singing Willow troupe help you on this fine evening? The Captain asked.


    I have questions regarding the y.


    Interested in our performance, ey?


    Yes, I am, he nodded.


    Then we have amon goal, she ced her hand on her chin. You see, Im always on the lookout for interesting stories and you practically scream interesting.


    <em>Im</em> interesting? Stryg tilted his head.


    Darling, please. You are the most interesting thing Ive seen ever since we arrived in this city.


    How so? He narrowed his eyes.


    Oh, theres plenty. Your unique appearance for one. Or what about how a 4 foot youth broke my stagehands wrist with such ease. I could go on, however I think you could enlighten me with even more fascinating answers. So, how about it, I answer your questions and you answer mine?


    ...Okay.


    Perfect, lets shake on it, she stuck out her gloved hand.


    Stryg stared at the hand with a questioning look.


    I wont bite. This is how everyone conducts transactions in our line of business. Our word is everything, she said.


    Stryg grabbed her hand, his small fingers barely wrapped around her palms. They shook three times.


    Ooo, sharp ws you got there, she chuckled.


    All goblins do. I just dont shave mine down, Stryg released her hand. He curled his fingers inwards and admired his grey ws.


    So Ive heard. Goblins dont like appearing barbaric to the other species, or something like that, yes?


    I dont know. But, if thats the reason then they are idiots.


    Oh, why is that?


    Ivee to learn that people in cities dont like barbarians. Which means goblins shave their ws in the hopes of not being disliked.


    That makes sense.


    If thats the case, then goblins are failing.


    Why?


    Because most people hate us anyway. You can see it in the way they look at us. They judge us before we even speak a single word.


    Yes, I do see how that could pose a problem, she tapped her lips.


    Not much of a problem. Most people dont like me even after speaking with me, he shrugged.


    Then I am happy to say I am in the minority.


    Is that so? Stryg studied her face.


    Indeed. Now, about your questions?


    The magic during the y, I wanted to know more.


    Impressed, huh? Our troupe boasts one of the best magical disys in the entire Realm. Dont you worry, I know all the answers. Fans always want to know about our magic. The rich ones always pay extra to meet the actors. You could say weve gotten used to it. So, what would you like to know? The strength behind Gales earth st when she fights the drow? Or maybe the yellow bolts she fires at herst stand.


    I want to know how many purple magi were required to constantly cast illusion spells through over an hour long performance.


    Now Im even more interested, she smiled. ...We employ a dozen purple magi to cast throughout the show.


    Thats a lot. They must only be adepts if you have to employ that many. How did you get so many magi to work for you?


    To exin that Id first have to correct you on one point. My magi arent technically adepts. None of them have been formally trained by a magic academy. You see, their talent was deemed too little to be epted into such prestigious schools.


    What are you saying exactly? Stryg furrowed his brow.


    There are more mageborn than most people think, still rtively smallpared to the entire poption, but enough that many fall through the cracks. When some mageborn are tested by chrome-probes their talent is shown to becking. The magic academies reject them, but people like me are more than happy to take them in.


    She went on, I see the talent that the great cities refuse to. I help train the discarded mageborn and help them reach their full potential. The academies said they could never aplish anything, even a simple spell, and yet through years of hard work and effort someone like you can confuse their spells for those of an adepts.


    I didnt know there were mageborn that were rejected, Stryg muttered.


    He assumed that Hollow Shade wanted all the magi they could get their hands on, why else would they be willing to pay for the schooling of so many mageborn, himself included.


    The Captain shook her head, Why do you think you havent heard of any goblin magi? Do you really think there arent any goblin mageborn out there? Or that none of them are talented enough to be epted by a mage academy?


    I I never thought Stryg mumbled.


    Most people dont think about what''s possible. Not even magi themselves. Most believe that once they graduate from their fancy academies that they will serve a city, or powerful Houses and Lords and Ladies.


    She gestured to the stage around her, When in fact they can have different lives, free from all the politics and dangers thate with the role of being a city mage. They can choose to be happy and pursue a different lifestyle. Such as bringing wonder to the eyes of others.


    By performing a y?


    Well, not just any y, she twirled about and ended with a striking pose. The best ys in all the Realm.


    Stryg found himself grinning, Was it all true? The <em>Unfaltering Shield</em>.


    We may have dramatized a few scenes, she tapped the tip of her nose. But the story for the most part is true, especially the end. Countless soldiers witnessed Lady Galesst stand and her final words.


    So, Gale holding off an entire army by herself, Veres being undefeated, the Ebon Lord making that magic sword, that was all real then?


    From what weve learned from the history books and passed on oral ounts, yes, it was. The only part that would normally be difficult to ascertain would be anything regarding the Ebon Lords. The ancient rulers of our Realm have always been shrouded in mystery.


    You dont know if the Ebon Lords part of the story was real?


    Most folk barely know anything about the Ebon Lords. The only people who <em>might </em>know more are the ancient and powerful Houses of the Realm. Fortunately, Ebon Lord Koval was very famous, and we know about him a bit more than the others.


    So, that part was true, then?


    She nodded, Indeed. Lord Koval was most famous for two things, being an unparalleled mage smith and unifying the Ebon Realm. Though, the Realm fell back into war after his death.


    Why am I not surprised, Stryg sighed. Tribes always suffered when they lost powerful leaders.


    His unification may be gone, but his enchanted works still exist. You wouldnt <em>believe </em>how many Houses go about unting how they obtained a bonafide work of Lord Koval. Even though most are just simple objects like a hairbrush, ugh, she rolled her eyes.


    Stryg pictured a wealthy woman parading about the streets holding up a golden hair brush. It did seem a tad odd.


    So, Kovals magical smithing skills really werent that great, Stryg frowned.


    No, they were. That hairbrush I told you about has to be hundreds of years old yet its still in perfect condition. The woman who owns it is said to have beautiful ck curly hair thanks to it, The narrator yed with her own hair.


    Stryg narrowed his eyes in suspicion.


    Sheughed, Of course, the best examples of Lord Kovals skills are Krikolm and Oginum.


    I just actually heard about those. Are those two weapons really that amazing? Strygs eyes were alight, his pupils wide with interest.


    She scratched her cheek, Well, I havent personally seen Oginum in action. Yet, whenever the leaders of House Goldelm wielded Oginum into battle they smashed apart their opponents with ease, but that might just be over-exaggeration on their part.


    Hm. What about Krikolm? Was it like the y?


    Well, thats what they say. Then again, House Veres lost the sword almost three hundred some odd years ago, so who knows. She leaned closer, Rumor has it Krikolm was never lost, but actually destroyed. House Veres is just too embarrassed to say it. Or maybe they are just too scared to say who destroyed it.


    So, the weapons really werent that great, he sighed. That was one of his favorite parts of the y.


    Meh, who knows. Its just a rumor anyway, she stepped back.


    Luckily, Stryg was a friend with a Veres. He would have to make sure to ask Callum about the rumorster.


    Wanna hear something even more interesting? She smiled.


    Im listening, he perked up.


    Before Lady Gales untimely demise she had a son with an unknown father. After she died, Lord Veres took the child in. Veres trained and raised him to be the proper leader of House Gale. The Gales have been loyal to House Veres ever since. But, there are a few who believe that Veres was in fact the unknown father.


    That doesnt make sense. Why would Veres be the <em>unknown </em>father? If Veres was sleeping with Gale then why didnt he just say so? Stryg said.


    Koval was an Ebon Lord. His pride would never have allowed Veres to have another lover besides his own daughter.


    Which makes the whole story even less likely. Why would Veres risk sleeping with Gale if Koval would kill him if they were ever found out?


    Isnt it obvious? Love, she winked.


    Stryg frowned in confusion.


    Well, Ive answered your questions, now its my turn, she pped.


    Capn, the next show starts in 5 minutes! One of the stagehands called out.


    Dammit, I forgot we had an extra showing tonight, she groaned. She ced her mask back on, Before I go, let me ask you this. Did you enjoy the show?


    I did. I enjoyed seeing Veres and Gale strike down their enemies and also the bond they shared, Stryg admitted.


    Im very d to hear it, she bowed eloquently. If you want, you can watch the show again from backstage or from the front, your pick. We can talk afterwards, too. You can even meet the rest of the cast.


    Id like to, but I have to meet up with someone. But, Ill definitelye back some other time to answer your questions, I swear it, Stryg pounded his fist over his chest.


    That sounds great. Well be performing throughout the week in Mellow Bloom. Drop by whenever.


    Ille tomorrow then.


    Ah, except tomorrow, she winced. We arent performing tomorrow on ount of the Seregulus Hunt.


    I heard that hunt mentioned when I first arrived. Whats it about exactly? Stryg asked.


    From what Ive heard its some sort of yearly event where people gather from around the city to prove who is the best hunter.


    <em>Best</em> hunter?


    One of the oldest vampire families within the Realm. The Great House Veres is one of the 7 Ruling Families of Hollow Shade. They were loyal servants to the Ebon Lords and migrated from the Northern Lands to Hollow Shade during the city''s first founding years.


    The family is famous for having once united the Ebon Realm under Ebon Lord Kovals leadership. The family has consistently produced several war lords and even mage lords throughout the centuries. The Veres are known to produce skilled ck magi and expert swordsmen.


    The legendary enchanter and smith, Ebon Lord Koval, crafted and gifted the sword Krikolm to Lord Veres I as a reward for his outstanding loyalty and performance as the marshal of his armies.


    Krikolm became House Veres ancestral sword and a symbol of their power. The sword was wielded by Veres family leaders until its rumored disappearance. Nheless, Krikolm remains one of the most famed weapons within all the Ebon Realm. The red de of Krikolm is pictured in the banner of House Veres.


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