Completed The Dastard of the Docks (Vanari)

[Amolina]

Amolina watched Vanari and her dance partner withdraw to the back of the stage while the audience still clapped and shouted. It was obviously time now for the famous seduction dance. The problem was that Amolina mostly used to act and though she was competent at acting and even knew “Rozita’s” role, there had always been a “double” doing the dance scene. While the audience still was clapping Seymor Essing sent Alice Lark to do a small extra performance of the jumping dance and make the audience laugh and keep them occupied so he could speak with Amolina. Alice danced to her hearts contents, the patrons cheering her on as usual. Amolina recieved her instructions: “I take it you’re not a dancer exactly. But I remember how you did the dance part of the audition for The Happy Stryfer, in summer. I hope you recall it too. We’ll use that one now, so just do it the same way as in the audition and I’ll do the rest of the dancing.” Essing was off to speak briefly with the drummer. Meanwhile Aydury Hines gave Amolina an elegant long stemmed red silk flower to hold in her hand. Obviously a quick try to improve the costume. Amolina felt relieved. They would use that home made “choreography” she had invented in order to try to perform a dance at an audition despite being a novice at it. She had rehearsed for that one and remembered how to do it. This made her feel confident and with her head held high and her face very serious she followed Essing to the middle of the scene when he returned, took her hand and said: “Do exacly as you did in that audition.” The drummer, who seemed to be the only musician around, started drumming. The beat was a varied and complex rhythm, a mix of slow dramatic hard punches, quick rattling passages, silences. Hearing this unusual music Amolina felt an unexpected inspiration. Perhaps they could make this work. Using the dance she had done at the auditions she started to move around slowly, very slowly extremely slowly even. She moved like she was moving in water and not in air. It was perhaps not what was normally called dance, but it was…movement. She did the movements like she had rehearsed them in summer and done them in the audition - but now, with the music and with Seymor Essing dancing too, the result was greatly different. Amolina danced slowly, but now following the music and it’s shifting rhythms. The drum rattled, a low but resolute sound. She walked slowly forward, straight and proud, moving like she was walking on a line. Then… dramatic POW! Essing stepped in with an abrupt dramatic stop. The drum fell silent and the two dancers seemed to be completely frozen, staring at each other. Essing was now wearing his black jacket draped over his shoulders, but … new dramatic POW from the drum…and with a flamboyant and somewhat violent gesture he tore the jacket off and threw it away like he was trying to kill something with it. Ratatatata-tata-tata, Ratatatataaaaa …Essing walked forward, grabbed Amoliona’s hand and pulled dramatically, and she made a few running steps to conter it. BOOM-POW ! Essings free arm came around her back and he yanked her close, staring deeply into her eyes, his facial expression serious and tense like this was a fight of life or death. It seemed right to stare back the same way, so Amolina did that. Both of them were moving the way she had started, like they were moving in water and not in air. Ratata-tata-tata-tataaaa … holding her in a firm grip Essing walked forward slowly in the same style Amolina had started out with, and she found herself walking backwards like he was constantly stepping closer while she was constantly taking a step back, their gazes locked. It was more like walking than what people normally called dancing…but with the aggressive and cocksure way Essing was carrying it out, and the way they stared at each other like combatants, it seemed to make the audience hold their breath and stare, like they were watching a match in The Pit and waiting for a killing blow. Silence…stillness…like under water, with no air to breathe… POW! Carried away with the abrupt sound of the drum, Amolina smacked Essing in his face with the silk rose and gave him a shove when she pushed herself out of his grip, whirled around, turned her back on him and dance-marched away proudly in the other direction, still walking like on a line, straight and proud. Ratata-POW! She swirled around again and faced Essing, locking gazes again, now holding the rose in a challenging manner, like it was a sword that had drawn blood. POW-rata-tatatatata- tata-tata … Essing rallied, walking towards her. BOOM-POW! With an incredibly swift move he snatched the rose out of her hand and threw it away in the same furious manner as when he had tossed the jacket. The he grabbed her again, and yanked her close anew. Aratatatatah! Tata-tartartata-tata-taataa… Standing on her toetips Amolina stretched one hand dramatically up towards the ceiling of the tavern and bent down backwards over Essings arm like she touched the floor with her other hand, one of her legs kicking out, upwards, dramatically yet slowly, like a series of slowly floating movements under water, not in air. POW! Essing pulled her up again, and their gazes locked again. They continued in the same way a bit more, until it ended with an amazingly dramatic posture where Amolina slowly stretchted her arms out to the sides, then upwards … just like in the audition in summer sitting on the floor, but this time in front of Essing and holding his hand, looking like she was about to yank him down on top of her next moment. Silence, utter silence. But then Essing pulled Amolina to her feet and bowed elegantly to the audience in the manner actors do when a show is over. Amolina made a curtsey. The dance was done. The guests in The Spot started clapping and screaming for more, also giving few ideas of their own about how to proceed. But Seymor Essing and Amolina ran away to the back of the stage, where they bowed and curtseyed again before they disappeared behind a screen. Essing looked at her with his usual serious facial expression and stared at her in the silent way she remembered from the auditions. They stood there still like fish under water, looking into each other’s eyes. None of them spoke a single word when they reached out for each other, embraced each other and met in a passionate kiss. But this was quickly over! The show must go on! Essing sprinted out on the stage again and did a narrative part where he told the audience that “Rozita” had succeeded at convincing the dastard she deserved to be employed, a few happy days had passed and now it was a normal evening in the dastardly tavern in the docks. It was time for the love scene: the waiter had been in love with the bardancer for a long time and now he had decided to confess his feelings and ask her to marry him ! Amolina peeked out from her position behind the screen and saw Vanari be pushed into the center of the stage again, while the drum played a merry, comedic rhythm. The blond actor was back, staring at Vanari with a starved expression on his face, looking like he'd had nothing to eat for days, or for weeks even. The romantic waiter-bardancer love scene was starting !

[Vanari]

oochahaha oh god

Vanari flinched in surprise when Amolina smacked the director in the face with her silk rose, and then stuffed her mouth in her hands to stifle her laughter. Well, that was unexpected! And by the looks of it, it only made the actor more determined to meet the challenge. The Vantha speculated how effective it was every now and then to throw some realness into the acting. It certainly had the desired results, as Essing was now tossing the rose onto the ground with what may as well have been real fury. The two of them were a mesmerizing pair, their motions at once slow and fierce, their eyes burrowing into each others like a fire was consuming them inside out. Before she knew it, their dance had ended, and several pairs of hands were now shoving her unprepared self back out to the center of the stage. "Gah..." Vanari had to flip her grimace up into a strained smile as she was pushed under bright lights once more, facing an audience that was now positively humming with energy. No sooner had she regained some of her bearings when the blond actor sauntered back, this time wearing a ravenous expression and eyeing the Vantha as though she were a fine rack of lamb. She stared wild-eyed back at the other dancers behind the curtains, but Audury merely nodded her head and Alice mouthed "improvise." No help. No help at all. Vanari yelped as the blond man was now tugging at her apron, drawing her closer as he took slow steps back. The audience laughed, likely thinking this unconventional barmaid was intentionally playing the awkward, inexperienced lover. Well, admittedly after a while she began to get the hang of it and kept up her appearance of flightiness mostly to keep the audience entertained. Her partner was certainly within his element, dancing with fluid ease and hardly missing a step even when she threw in something wild and unexpected. And then, out of the blue, their dance came to an abrupt halt and the man was on one knee, his arms held up before her... The audience went wild, cheering the young man on and chanting "say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes!" It took a moment for Vanari to fully understand what was happening, but once she did she found herself laughing gaily. There was an electrified silence as the crowd grew quiet, craning on the edge of their seats to hear the barmaid's answer. Little did Vanari know that, traditionally, this part of the play was almost purely improvised because the audience was meant to be kept guessing. The outcome was never predictable, with some barmaids flat out rejecting their suitor, or others fainting, or even jealous wives or girlfriends coming out to wreak havok. This time, however, the answer was simple, sweet, and tender. "Yes." The audience erupted in applause and whistles. Vanari was looking out at them, still grinning over how much fun she had actually found herself having, when the blond actor suddenly scooped her up in his arms and planted a shameless kiss on her lips. This only goaded the crowd further and, swept up quite literally in the moment, Vanari returned the kiss boldly. Her fingers sank into his golden hair and pulled, crushing his lips against hers, as his hand tightened around her waist. The lights dimmed, signaling the end of the scene, though the clamorous din had only intensified. Breaking contact at last in the dark, Vanari panted as she strained to see what was happening, blood rushing to her head and making her feel light and woozy. The blond man carried her all the way past the curtains, for which she was grateful. Vanari doubted her legs were anything more than jelly at this point; she would have undoubtedly tripped halfway through. He didn't, however, stop to put her down, even when they had gone well past the other performers. She was just about to question where the petch they were headed when he began climbing a set of narrow stairs. The girl tucked in her hands and feet, afraid they would get caught along the way. When they'd finally reached the top, she could see they were on some kind of overhanging above the stage. Covering the hanging walkway and facing the audience was a backdrop of what she could only assume was a house. It had a roof like shape at the top and several opaque windows. Before Vanari could ask what they were supposed to be doing up here, the actor set her down on a pile of cushions and began fiercely kissing her anew. "W-wait," the Vantha hissed, hold his face back with the flat of her hand. "Isn't the play still going on?" The man gave her a devilish smirk. "It is, and we're still part of it." Vanari glared at him dubiously. "What...how...?" "Look, see these windows?" he explained, still slightly out of breath from all the heavy lifting and kissing. "Once Essing and his partner are done with their final act, it will lead into an epilogue of sorts. They'll be happily tending to the tavern, while the waiter and the barmaid--us, that is--are, er, happily in love up here." He nudged a thumb behind him, where two lanterns sat unlit. "I turned these on when they give the cue, and we commence with showing the audience just how happy we are. Get the picture?" Vanari stared at him blankly for a moment, then a slow smile crept into her features. "Yes."

[Amolina]

It was time for next scene. Aydury and Alice had donned hats and capes. They had carried in a small table and put mugs and a bottle on it and they had brought three chairs. Now the two of them and Essing sat at the table and Essing poured a bubbling and colorless liquid into the glasses - acting how the dastard was socializing with two random guests. Obviously Alice Lark was going to speak first and obviously she found it fun. “Ahoy!” she called out and swallowed the content of her mug in one gulp. “Dance for us lass ! Dance and we’ll throw a fortune in gold mizas to ya!” This made the patrons of The Spot double over with laughter. Alice waved at them merrily and continued to call out things the audience normally would say to Alice. She was lousy at acting, but made up for it with improvisation and utter realism. While Alice played on, Amolina met Essings gaze. She had begun to wonder how many of the actors knew the play at all. The directors face didn’t show anything but he blinked at her. After a tick’s hesitation Amolina blinked back. Moving like she was walking between invisible tables she walked over to Essing and with the grace of competent actress she made it look like he pulled her down to sit on his lap. Essing had forgotten to give her instructions and nobody would notice if she flirted with him just for fun. “Have you rehearsed at all ? Nobody seems to know the lines ” she whispered in his ear, leaning close and making it look like she enjoyed it. “A few of us need to eat and pay the bills” Essing whispered back. “The others are…extras. With this audience it doesn’t matter. Just act on.” He put his arms around her and made it look like he was trying to kiss her, while he was in fact cautiously pushing her away and up to her feet. Amolina bounced up, making it look like it was her idea to break free. Gazing into his eyes in a mockingly seductive way, she touched her mouth and pretended to blow a kiss at him, then turned to Alice. Alice had drunken all of her sparkling drink already and was saying things that made the audience scream in delight. She reached for “Rozita”. Amolina stepped out of reach. “Oh no sir, you are mistaken, I am a decent girl …” That was actually a true line from the play. Amolina moved away a bit, with the mix of stiff and seductive movements that was the usual way she acted when she played the role as ”Rozita”. But this time she also threw impersonation into acting : she added the softness and the ladylike air of the fortune teller Amelia Cross, as she wanted to try out what it would add to the acting. She moved her hands with the feminine finesse of Amelia, and made her face take on that special pleasant expression that looked like a smile even where there was no smile. “I am in fact much more of a lady than meets the eye” she said sweetly, and flapped her eyelashes at Alice in a blatant and overdone flirtatious manner. “I am not what you may believe me to be.” Amolina moved around again, still combining the acting with impersonation of the fortune teller. She moved with a mix of her own movements, smoothly gliding between imagined tables, but she continued with the extremely soft and fluttering small hand movements and the very pleasant facial expression she had borrowed from Amelia Cross. The play went on and more lines were said, and the outcome was as usual that “Rozita” was outed as a rich merchant’s daughter under cover The contrast between what she said and how she behaved felt interesting to Amolina, and obviously also to Essing. He leaned back on his chair and eyed her. “I suspected something like this would happen” he said harshly, playing his role. “You have been deceiving me, Rozita. I understand now that you are a spoiled daughter of a good family and here to mock us in order to have fun. But you will pay! Literally! I always wanted to marry into money ! You are mine ! ” Dramatically. He turned to Alice and told her to make everything ready for an instant forced marriage. This was sometimes in the play - just like with the waiter-barmaid scene this scene used to contain surprises for the audience. The audience cheered and Alice started laughing so hard that she nearly fell from the chair. But she managed to get to her feet and say: “As you wish, sir! I will fetch a suitable officiant!” And so Alice swiftly ran out of sight, in search of a wedding officiant. Amolina took the mug Alice had left behind, poured more of the bubbly drink and emptied it in one gulp. She made her voice light, soft and sweet, just like the fortune tellers voice. “Yours, you say? But can somebody really call another human being his property ?” she said, improvising totally now. She spoke in the vauge, serious and sweet way the fortune teller had spoken. She didn’t smile, yet her face seemed to eternally smile Amelia’s pleasant smile. “Is it really possible for us to think that way? Aren’t we all equal, and would it not be contradictory to claim ownership of another equal person? And when it comes to marry into money, have you considered how unhappy it would make you to be shackled to a person you don’t love ? ” She gazed very sweetly and pleasantly at the director. Essing gazed back. Amolina continued to act, in the same style, as the famous barmaid monologue had been skipped and replaced with a surprise marriage. “I would say no, I cannot belong to you sir, because I am not a thing but a sentient person, just like yourself. And thus you cannot give me orders when it comes to who I am allowed to flirt with. And besides, you hired me because you wanted bawdy, flirty staff in order to sell more drinks. I’m only doing my job. Marrying you is not in my contract.” She smiled for real, sweetly, utterly sweetly, and fluttered her eyelashes at him teasingly. Essing smiled too, a sudden and sharklike smile. “A contract is only a piece of paper!” He took a step forward. “And what’s love got to do with it?” Essing gave a dastardly laugh - “Hahahahah !” At this point Alice returned with what looked like an Ebonstryfer of high position in tow. Alice was looking cautious. And no wonder : Looking at the man Amolina recognized him. It was the Ebonstryfe officer she and Nolan Parnell had tricked in fall when they wanted to avoid being interrogated. Oh Rhysol…Alice had been supposed to get an innocent bypasser. That used to be part of the fun in this play. But the bypasser she had found wasn’t innocent at all. Acting as much and quickly as she could, Amolina managed to make it look like director Essing had grabbed her and yanked her close, just like when they had danced. At least she hoped it looked that way. “ A real Ebonstryfer” she whispered. “Act on!” With this she pretended to struggle in his grip and in the process she tore her hairdo down. It looked like part of the play. But the reason was that she wanted to conceal her face. It had been a season ago...with some luck the officer wouldn't regocnize her, in best case he had totally forgotten her. The Ebonstryfe had arrived to save the day, just like it used to be in many stories and plays. The politically correct end of the play was about to start.

[Vanari]

"Ow!" Vanari rubbed the side of her forehead, feeling it sting unpleasantly after she'd bumped against the backdrop. "Are you alri--" "SHH!" she hushed the blond actor. Vanari peeked through a hole in their fake, two dimensional house. "That's a real Stryfe down there alright. What the shyke would one be here on stage for?" The Vantha had meant her thoughts to be kept in her head, but they had come out of her lips of their own accord. She looked at the actor, worried he might be upset over her less than laudatory tone, but he merely looked confused. "Well, they're allowed to have drinks and entertainment too, aren't they?" he whispered. Vanari thought for a moment. "I suppose you're right...just, um...we're not going to have to go down there anytime soon, right?" Her partner looked at her questioningly. "No, we don't...why, are you afraid of the Ebonstryfe?" "Afraid would be an understatement," she muttered. It should not have been such a surprise, though, she slowly realized. Amolina's stories had only ended every single time with honorable mention of the Stryfe. It only made sense that a play like this would end the same way. Whatever gets the crowd going, she figured. "Don't worry about the Stryfe, he's harmless, so long as we are too. Speaking of which..." the blond man sighed, struggling to find the right words, "since you're a rookie and all, I have to inform you that our, er, "happiness" is supposed to get more happy. You know, for comedic effect." Vanari squinted at him. "So what you're saying is, I have to do it. With a person I don't even know. Sounds good." She paused for a moment. "That was sarcasm, by the way." The man let out a snort of laughter. "We'd just be pretending, of course. And you do know me. You've known me for...oh, I'd say, half a bell or so? The name's Kellen, by the way. You?" Vanari made a face. "Kellen? That sounds like a girl's name, like...Ellen..." She sniffed, jerking her chin to one side. "People like to call me Ari." "Well then, Miss Ari," Kellen grinned, "if you aren't too overly opposed, shall we let the show go on?" The Vantha shrugged, and on they went, creating all kinds of racket and bizarre activity behind the opaque, internally lit windows. It wasn't long before she began to get the hang of it and started letting loose some creativity. Sometimes she would hold up an oddly shaped prop, its silhouette clear for all to see, and say things like, "Here, put this on. No, not on your head!" or "I think this'll fit. Quick, turn around..." The ridiculous lines occasionally shouted out earned riotous laughter from the audience. Happily, Vanari had all but forgotten about the presence of the Stryfe in her mirth and improvisational acting. After some time, however, the antics gradually stopped, leaving the audience to chuckle approvingly at how devoted the waiter and barmaid seemed to portraying their roles with gusto. The sounds they were now making were filled with delightfully realistic passion as the backdrop shook and an occasional hand slapped against the fake windows. Meanwhile, down below, the traditional finale was about to begin.

[Amolina]

Whatever happened on the “second floor” of the stage, Amolina was relieved that somebody else drew all the attention. She listened to the merry shouts and watched the show of shadows and she heard those final sounds, still there in the background when it was time for the grand finale. As usual in the play one of the actors had ran out and returned with a bypasser who was now going to be surprise made to act in the play…it was tradition, and it used to be very fun when the surprised person found did and said random goofy things, not knowing the role was to play a stryfer. Very comedic and oh, everybody could laugh and nobody could be accused of anything. The bypasser wasn’t playing ebonstryfer as she or he didn’t know anything. And the audicece was only laughing at the bypaser, right? Only not this time. In the shelter of Vanari’s show, Amolina had a few valuable chimes to think. She came to the conclusion that the only thing she could do now was to give everything she had and act at the top of her competence. She would act like she never had acted before, and at same time impersonate the fortune teller Amelia Cross as well as she could. First she wanted the impersonation in place. She focused on her memories of Amelia Cross, from the only time she had met the girl. She thought of the pale face and it’s seemingly ever smiling expression of pleasant compliance and put all of her will and wishes into making her face to show the same incessantly nice expression. She thought of the delicate and elegant, soft, feminine way the girl had moved and tried to feel herself moving that way. She recalled the utterly light, soft, sweet voice of the girl and made ready to speak the same way. She had luckily already used this a bit in the play, now she was just going to take it to the limit of what she was able to make. She focused on it so much that she even nearly felt like she was the fortune teller, really was her. She made herself feel this from the depth of her soul. Never before had she immersed in the impersonation to this extent. But this didn’t mean others would feel it like she felt it - she didn’t have so much experience at it, but she did it just as an extra addition to the acting. The play needed to go on despite the sounds from the hidden couple. This was even a good thing, as it might distract the stryfer : he was looking at that part of the show just like the rest of the audience. Perhaps nobody would care much about the end scene now, in particular as it was clear that there wouldn’t be anything to laugh at, not this time. It was time to act. With the dainty and seemingly featherlight and impossibly soft movements of the one she was impersonation she acted like she was Rozita stuggling in vain against the dastard in a ladylike and completely inefficient way. She gave small girlish squeaks, while she begged for mercy in the sweetest, lightest, softest voice she ever had produced on a stage. She pushed lightly at him, like a baby waving it’s cute and helpless little hands to no avail. Going to extremes she managed to make tears start to grow in her eyes ! Essing of course laughed more dastardly then ever, playing the villain with a commitment and determination that equaled her own. “Nobody can save you know! Hahahahahaaaa!” This line seemed to trigger the stryfer. Like he had recalled something he turned to them and what looked like a smile passed over his face. “Oh yeah” he said in a low voice that only the actors could hear. “The Dastard of The Docks, is it, eh… and I have always wanted to act this role, the Ebonstryfe saviour of the day…the way it ought to be acted. The right way.” He stepped forward, grabbed Amolina and tore her from the directors faked grip so forcefully that she fell on the stage. His fist hit Essing on the jaw with a sound that told everybody near enough to hear it that this was the real thing. Essing stumbled backwards, still playacting, now as being bad at brawling. The stryfer followed and did a series of merciless hits and kicks, until Essing was down and out, or at least acted like he was so. It was totally silent in the tavern. How quickly everything can change from lighthearted comedy to something completely different ! The Ebonstryfe officer turned to Amolina who was half sitting, half laying, on the stage floor, still with the fortune teller’s eternally pleasant expression like a mask on her face. She didn’t smile, but seemed to smile, and when she met the stryfers gaze it wasn’t hard to let the tear she had conjured in her eye start to slowly run down her cheek. “Sir” she said in the soft, light, waifish voice of Amelia Cross. “You have saved me from a fate worse than death. How can I ever thank you enough. My dear father will reward you greatly I’m sure.” She was starting to get to her feet, ice-cold and terrified inside after what had happened, but the stryfer intercepted her. He bent down, scooped her up and made a proud bow to the audience. A thunderstorm of applause followed and the audience was cheering like it was the best show they had ever seen. The stryfer made one more bow, and then he carried her out, just like it ought to be, at the end of a good play where the hero carries the saved damsel in distress away to safety. The audience clapped. And he kicked the door open and they went out, and the cold deep winter darkness outside enclosed them.

[Vanari]

At the sound of thunderous applause, Vanari cracked open her eyes. What the petch was she doing lying down? Blinking slowly, she took a moment to jog her memory. Let's see, there was the play, the ridiculous dancing, the blond actor named Kellen... The Vantha jerked violently upon recalling his existence, only to find herself restrained. By an arm. And a leg. Ah, gods. She didn't even want to know. Vanari rolled out from under Kellen's limbs and shook the man awake. "Oy, wake up! What are we supposed to do now?" Kellen roused groggily, propping himself on one elbow. "Is it over?" "That's kind of what I was hoping you'd tell me." He peeked under the flap of one of the opaque windows. "Yep, looks like it is. Oh, and that other new girl is getting carried off by the Stryfe. Wonder where they're headed?" Kellen turned back around, only to find himself alone atop the overhanging. "Hey, where..." Vanari was pelting down the rickety stairs and changing her clothes at lightning speed. It was empty backstage, what with all the other actors and actresses receiving their cheers and praises up on stage, so she stripped and picked up her old clothes without hesitance. Once she was decently covered again, the Vantha bolted across the front of the stage. The audience went even more wild, thinking this was some kind of improvised appearance. Vanari went along with it, waving at the crowd and blowing them kisses, all the way until she reached the door of the tavern. Swinging it open, she poked her head out. There, she could see the Stryfe carrying Amolina away! The girl had every intention of running after them and tackling the fully armored guard. That is, until she caught the actress looking back at her, not the least bit worried. Vanari balked for a moment, then waved. Amo waved back. "Well, guess she'll be alright then," the Vantha murmured to herself before ducking back into the tavern. It was time to receive all the free drinks and food her stomach could handle!

[Amolina]

Being carried away by the stryfe was definitely an end that made Amolina feel worried, no matter how enthusiastic the applause from the audience had been. The door of The Spot had opened and she had seen the vantha girl, Vanari, peek out briefly. But there had been no point in dragging her too into the unexpected new trouble. Amolina had used her skill as an actress a last time, laughed and waved and pretended to be totally alright. The door had closed again, nobody following. For Amolina this continues directly in The Saviour in Distress

[Abstract]

Grade Awarded!

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Amolina

Award :

Skills

~ Storytelling - 2
~ Observation - 3
~ Impersonation - 2
~ Acting - 4
~ Dancing - 2

Lores

~ Pillowsap: Useful In Trouble
~ Vanari's Kissing Story
~ Vanari: Vantha Storyteller
~ Impersonating Others in Improv Acting
~ Improv Acting: Coming Up With New Lines
~ Dancing To Drums

Other

N/A

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Vanari

Award :

Skills

~ Storytelling - 2
~ Observation - 3
~ Dancing - 2
~ Acting - 3
~ Impersonation - 1

Lores

~ Story: Kiss of The Dhani
~ Storytelling While Drunk
~ Amolina: Ravokian Actress
~ Story: The Deepwater Fish
~ Improvising in a Play
~ Gerrin: Dancer
~ Kellen: Dancer and Actor

Other

N/A

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Notes

Ahhh that plot twist in the first story, Amolina, was...great XD

Vanari... your picture...

It was a great and hilarious thread! Longer than it seemed... I guess I'll see what will happen to Amolina next in her solo?