Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190925195201/@comment-5543592-20190927021111

"Never heard of the show." Baldr said, wondering if it would be any good.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone beating a drum loudly, somewhere from backstage. The members of the audience who were still standing began rushing to their seats with gasps and curses. One poor sole spilled his shucked peanuts all over the floor.

BUM bum BUM bum BUM bum BUM bum

A banner dropped from the stage balcony, reading in looping cursive lettering,

3E 389

The crowd lowered to a murmur and then to silence. The drum died.

A lone woman walked out onto stage, bare feet silent on the wood. Her hair was blond, and fell to her shoulders in loose curls. She was young her face pretty, her dress simple. She smiled to the crowd and shouted;

"Before we proceed any further, first, hear me speak!" Her arms opened wide, "See, that we should come to the Fall of Empire!

"That the Septim line should fall, should fall upon it's last heir in due time, that the Amulet of Kings should shatter and throne lay vacant.

"But not yet--for in this era of Chaos, the Septim line is strong, and of many heirs instead of one, and it's protected by a powerful sorcerer--the greatest sorcerer. Our Imperial Battlemage: Jagar Tharn."

A man appeared on the balcony of the stage--tall, lean, handsome, with dark hair graying at the sides.