Morrowind Mod:Tamriel Rebuilt/The Wealth of Wayrest, act I

Act I, Scene I

Palace watch in Wayrest, 2 guards on post, Brodyvn and Laertivus.

Brod: Who goes there?

Laer: Fallen cloud or star does blind you?

Tis I, Laertivus

Brod: Easy is this watch tonight,

First night of this still young new year.

Covert acts the foes of state

Wait still for start of warm Rain's Hand.

Only Tongues could hold such winds.

Laer: Ay, but even tongues can freeze

To iron's cold and bitter'd edge.

Silence Derek's mournful cry,

Steel cuts deep for Nordic skin,

Drive, drive and end anxious days.

(noise from the gates)

Brod: Sound?

Laer: Ay, to arms to arms!

Who goes there?

Brod: The wind defies you Laertivus

No laugh though, fear kept you alive

These youthful two and twenty years.

Laer: 'Tis the hour that keeps my guard

Brod: What of the hour?

Past that of ghastly image.

Laer: Indeed, and now it is the day

When Pelagius visit did

Cause madness in his corpus state.

He returned to rule all men

With mind as steady still as

Sentinel sands. So Septim,

In defiance we celebrate

Ancestral folly, though we all

Receive similar effect.

Brod: Choleric is epidemic

Among those of state in these days

Without our beloved queen four years

Gone by Flower day cherished,

Charity mother of Wayrest.

Damned thieves or dark agent was he

Who raised no illicit ransom.

Stolen was our western jewel.

Laer: Never did great Azura

Craft such a pure, pristine gem.

Brod: Prince from the west visits today,

Joins in our mock ceremonies.

Laer: Lysandus' son Gothryd,

Who, friendly port commands

More men without the crown than

Cameron among his red walls.

Brod: Power in the hands whose new year

Been little more than one dozen,

Leads naive fools to massacre.

Wield the unused iron claymore,

Let it not lay among hammers

To gain wealth like Balmor brandy.

Blistering wind and endless tails

In one becomes true warrior.

(Enter two guards)

Who goes there?

1Gua: Loyal guards of Eadwyre!

Laer: Our rest has come

Uneventful be your watch.

Scene II

Wayrest Palace court, a fool sits with young princess Elysana recanting tales.

Fool: Distant wind from stranger lands,

Curved stone craft not by hands,

Burn grey fires and ashen face,

Tell the tales of Dunmer race,

Six houses stand, 4 tribes await,

For native born to enter gate.

When man believes he is god,

Dwemer thought of one Herod,

Is when the man casts his fate,

Ends his reign as man of state,

Dwarven mistake when taught is true,

The world do not mechanically view.

Ely: Why do you paint such grim paintings,

Does not the sunset in Vvardenfell

Paint coda flowers in violet shades?

Fool: Artistic dusk is lost on sullen faces,

Never had they days as sweet

As these I spend with you.

(trumpets, enter King Eadwyre with attendants and Prince Gothryd with colors and attendants)

Enter a greater festivity than that

Occuring on our joyous city streets.

Ead: Welcome here to Wayrest young Gothryd,

It is your first visit since my Carolyna

Felt our mournful tears

Through her burial ceremony.

Though the weather is unrelenting

Our celebrations bring warmth

To early Sun's Dawn.

Goth: Long days were they that brought me here

Friendly host may let me remain,

Where in discussion of our cities

We may better our land.

Ah, And for young Elysana,

An elven doll I purchased in Elsweyr.

Ely: Thank you kindly my lord.

(Enter Nurse)

Nurse: Elysana, outside of palace doors

The streets do beckon with circus delights

Masked faces of celebration come march,

Shops with items of higher rarity,

Why do you stay within pomp stone and oak

When brick and bread melt snow blanketed streets.

Ely: I follow madam

(Exeunt Nurse and Elysana)

Ead: Young Gothryd, what news dost thou

Bring from your father, King Lysandus?

Have his travels to Cyrodiil gone well?

Goth: It brings me much pride to say

King Septim has agreed to

Giving funds for High Rock's

Construction of a new fort

In the Wrothgarian Mountains

South of Shornhelm.

A city born above enemy attacks

That shall watch over our land.

Ead: Lysandus, thine words charm

Adder from bog vines to our cause.

Soon Wayrest may rise above

Cliffs on the bay,

Whose abandoned peaks did make

Our Streets a loose coin.

High Rock may now reign

On the four posts of commerce.

Goth: What of the Orsinium horde?

Ead: Perhaps nomads of skyrim,

No longer wolves of Wayrest.

Edvyne prepare the banquethall. (exit Edvyne)

Tonight we celebrate the new Wayrest.

Will you join us nephew?

Goth: To Zenithar we shall attend tonight,

Your warm fires are a welcome

Beacon from the awaken sea.

Let the night airs carry

This feast to my home.

(Enter 4 attendants)

Att 1: The hall is prepared my lord

(Exeunt all sans Attendant 4)

Att 4: Enter a cold breath cascading poison

Down this hall. The temple is silent snow

Calmed in this surging storm.

A path is made in the cliffs

For the fog foothills.

Scene III

Royal Members of Wayrest, Marithyn of Wayrest, Gothyrd and attendants, and the court fool attending banquet in the west hall.

Ead: To Lysandus

All: To Lysandus

(They drink)

Goth: To High Rock

All: To High Rock

(They drink)

(Enter the musicians)

Ead: (to Fool)What was that song you used to sing?

Fool: The lady lays among the leaves

Of ivy green as quiet hills

She sings of thread of which she weaves,

The garment's gold, her cup she fills

With merry ales from her western home

Tomorrow lives in those orchard fields,

She breaths them in with her golden robe

The lady lays apart from thieves,

Her warmth as gold in fields she sews.

Goth: A lovely song muse.

Mar: My lord, you look ill.

Ead: My temper is still Marithyn,

All continue as you were,

I am retired from this joyous

Celebration, goodnight to all.

(Exits through garden door)

Goth: (To Banthas) Did you see why Lord Eadwyre

Did change his spirits to such grey?

Bant: It seemed as though his heart

Lost all expression, his hands fell

To his sides, that is all I saw.

Goth: (To Banthas) Perhaps the song resurfaced

Long languished thoughts of loss.

Ban: Do you wish to follow lead?

Goth: Yes, the nights welcome has gone,

I shall retire till tomorrow.

(Exits through hallway entrance entrance with Banthas)

Scene IV

On catwalk bridge between mainhall and residents hall. An old bookkeeper stands against the wind facing the sea.

Book: You howl, you cry from your

Waters depth, you have risen from

Your murky cauldron and pushed

The eastbound ships west,

The westbound son North.

(Enter Banthas and Gothyrd)

Ah, here comes the flock.

Ban: Who goes there?

Book: I am Palathinian, bookkeeper

Of Castle Wayrest.

Goth: Why do you remain here in the snow?

Pala: Because I nearly froze of the

Cold draft awake indoors.

I come to warn you.

Goth: What say you old man?

Pala: Age is all I have left,

Age and this fate.

Tonight the city will burn,

And Eadwyre shall die.

Ban: Treasonous heretic, watch your drunken words.

Goth: The city is ashened with snow tonight,

Not fire tonight, you are mislead.

Pala: The city and my lord shall fall victim

And a betrayer shall send high rock into

The deep fissure of the mountains.

Goth: Who is the betrayer?

Pala: I know no more.

Goth: What leads you to this

Pala: A vessel has disembarked,

The tide sweeps it away to the isle of cybiades.

(Palathinian is taken by the sea)

Ban: This city engulfs men's souls

Often in its cloakened shadows.

Desolate as the open sea,

Carry away this too old ship

To his calmer shore.

Goth: Do you wear his warning

Loosely to be shed tonight?

Ban: Take no heed in these mad

Wails to the ocean.

(Tavern keeper below)

Keep: The tavern, it burns, the tavern.

Goth: The wind is strong,

From this spark may

Lead the flame.

Go to the king to alert

Our men of the service

That may be recalled.

Ban: Yes sire (exeunt)

Goth: Heavy burden to the

Man who holds the tide

Back with his hands.

It seems the frost

Begins, my crown shall I watch,

If night steals the king.

(Enter Banthas)

Ban: The king is gone, lost

In the haze of the city smoke.

Goth: Quench the flames with as

Many hands as we have, once

The embers are dead, prepare the

Ships for leave of this coast.

No betrayal shall strike us down.

(Exit Banthas)

Goth: Quickly the daedric fire

Looms through the streets,

Quicker than the spreading

Fog, like the sun across the sea.

(Exeunt)

Ant.: Nenhum

Acima: The Wealth of Wayrest

Próx.: Act II