Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160726001827

The men swallowed nervously, intimidated by Hrathmar's professionalism. The man with the crossbow turned to the one next to him, and they had a brief discussion in hushed tones. It became intensely heated at one point, with the crossbowman having to calm the other down. Eventually, they concluded that angering the Dominion was not in their best interests.

"Alright... We'll listen." He said, in a tone attempting to convey that he was not afraid, and playing his upper hand. He wasn't very convincing. "Fuckin'... Maurice is probably dead by now anyways." He grumbled, taking note of the blood pooling behind him.



The curtain was now fully closed, and it was made apparent that there would indeed be quite the gap in time before the set was fully prepared. Until then, the oddball in black stood in front of the regal purple to give a short rundown on the story.

"So, The Cat, the Lizard, and the Corsair was really a pet project of mine, something I really poured by heart, lungs, and all manner of other organs into!" The audience laughed at what was apparently a joke. "Anyways, this story is broken up into four different acts. The first three follow the lives of our unlikely heroes, and the fourth... Well, that's the sad conclusion of their story. Of course, I would be unable to write this masterpiece without the help of our three stars!" A spotlight fell upon Qatari, Jaree, and Ra'Jirr. "Let's give the three of them a warm round of applause, eh?" The crowd began to cheer unlike any of the previous times, giving a standing ovation to the group with the occasional whistle. "Now, now settle down everyone!" The man said, prompting the clapping to slowly die out. "Would our stars like to say a few words?"