[OOC] The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep (Page 91)

also surprise! Part 9!

DAWN OF THE FIFTH DAY.

The sun slowly rose in the distance, the birds chirped, the little animals scurried on the ground. It was a beautiful start to a beautiful morning...

"COCKADOODLEDOO!" Shouted from a rooster. "COCKADOODLEDOO!" It shouted once more. "COCKADOODL-"
A gun shot rang through the woods and ended the poor rooster's life for doing what nature expected of it. Alas. The assailant was unknown as he or she went back into his or her tent to sleep. And all were grateful.

NOON OF THE FIFTH DAY.

Groggy and disheveled, the girls were the ones to wake up first. Standing outside of their tents, they began to talk. "Can we just... go back home?" Thyra was the first to speak. "Not without getting lost first." Marassa responded to her question. Thyra only sighed putting and end to the short lived convo. "...So, who's waking the boys up?" Came from Elayna's mouth, scratching her head. "I'll do it while you guys set up if you want?" "I'll help you out Reigenleif. Let's just make this quick...my head hurts." Marassa volunteered and so the two walked to each tent.

Marassa first went to the tent housing Blade, Francis, and Zainat. "You three up yet?" She called from the outside. "Yep, coming out now Marassa." A response from Blade. Folding her arms as she stepped back to let them out, the zipper was undone and out came three equally disheveled men. Just as she began to open her mouth, Francis spoke first. "Don't ask...please..." She sighed before sniffing the air nearby them. "...What's that smell of charred leather?" "Just... don't ask...please..."

The four flinched when a scream was heard, resembling Reigenleif's voice. From the direction of Sion and Cub's tent. The four dashed to check up on their friend to find her fallen over in front of the tent. "What's wrong-" Marassa asked as she looked inside the tent to find out why she screamed. Sion resembled a demonic dust bunny with soul burning eyes. "Not. One. Word." Hissed from the mouth of the ball. "This is what happens, when not only do I not get any sleep, but when I have to constantly deal with crazy situations such as the last two nights here. In other words:Stress." Pure silence followed for one minute which instead felt like an hour. "...Can you move?" Zainat questioned. "No."

The campsite eventually gathered by the boiling pots of food with Sion needing to be rolled. "Dare I ask... what's in the pots for breakfast. ?" Burkswallow questioned as he peaked inside. "Grits again, and leftover chili I'm afraid." A disappointed Sevari answered. Thyra roared while Zainat and Francis began to cry; hugging one another. "Is this some kind of a joke!? All We've eaten for the past THREE DAYS here has been that chili! Does that pot ever run out!?" "Nope. Doesn't appear that way."

The group groaned minus the two crying men. Zaveed shook his head. "This entire trip has been a real mess..." "Yeah... and I thought Reigenleif's play for children's charity was bad..." Following Sevari's statement, Marassa turned to look at the nord who appeared as if she had a thousand yard stare in her eyes. "Reigenleif?" "So... many...bad... memories." "...Hmmm. I don't remember that play. When was this?" Blade asked. "I doubt you would. It was a few months ago and you were unconscious towards the end of our performance." The khajiit answered for him. "Remind me what happened then."

"Okay everyone, the show is about to begin. We need to make this perfect! This is for children's charity as well as their education!" Reigenleif cheered. "...Why couldn't I be the evil king again?" A pout came from the argonian. "Because you didn't want to memorize your lines, and at the time it was decided, we already had to tailor the costume to fit Cub." "Okay... I have a question now." the long maned khajiit said as he hobbled over. "Why did I agree to this, and why is my costume a chicken suit?" "Because you're a nice person and we couldn't get a canary suit."

Clapping was heard from the audience awaiting for the play to begin. Hralvar and Gorzath sat in the higher stands. The nord was growing impatient as he took another swig of his jameson bottle. "Hralvar... are you sure you should be drinking now? Kids and their parents are near us..." The orc asked. "Pshaw! They won't know a thing... now, come on already! Get the show on the road!"

"Okay everyone, hands in!" The nord announced as they each placed a hand on top of another's. "Three, two, one! EastWest Hammerfell go!" The group shouted and raised their hands high and all got into position. Reigenleif first stood in front of the closed curtains with a bright smile on her face. "Welcome to EastWest Hammerfell High's production of "I want to be your canary". I am the director of the show, Reigenleif-" "WOO GO REIGENLEIF!" She paused due to her interruption and began again. "Thank you principal Hralvar. "My fellow upper classmen and I have chosen to put on this short play for your pure enjoyment and education-" "HASHTAG TEAM EDUCATION!!!" Reigenleif kept her smile and blinked a few times. "...Thank you Principal Hralvar. And I hope you all-" "NO PROBLEM HONEY." she stopped once more. "enjoythisproductionofiwanttobeyourcanarythankyouallkindly." She rushed out of her mouth and walked behind the curtains. She raised the headset's mic to her mouth. "Raise the curtains! Sevari, opening speech!"

The curtains rose to reveal a stage set up in a castle like setting. The lights were dimmed and an unknown voice began to ring in everyone's ears. "Today, is a tale of love and tragedy. The story of our hero: Darkol, to rescue the love of his life: the beautiful princess Deltrese, and end her father's reign: the evil tyrant king Gadot Markarth IV. Will the hero rescue the princess and stop the evil king? Or will he fall in battle to never rise again and see her smiling face. This everyone, is the story known as "I want to be your canary." The audience clapped and a sigh of relief escaped Reigenleif's mouth. "Okay scene one! Cue Darkol, Keith, evil king, and lacky's one and two!"

Zaveed and Zainat charged on to the stage with fake swords in hand, as Cub, Blade, and Francis slowly marched opposite of the two. Zaveed otherwise known as Darkol raised his sword and pointed to Cub otherwise known as the evil king Gadot. "Your dark reign of this land ends here King Gadot! I, Darkol, shall stop you!" Zaveed shouted. Yet Cub didn't respond back. "I said, I, Darkol, shall stop you!" Zaveed repeated once more. Cub still didn't say anything. "Oh crap, he has stage fright..." Marassa cursed as she watched on. "I knew something like this would happen." Reigenleif in a panic ran up to Marassa and Sion. "PLEASE, tell me one of you two have a script!" Sion shook his head. "I have no lines. Why would I?" Marassa quickly looked in her bag finding, an extra script luckily. Handing to Reigenleif, the nord immediately flipped the pages to the evil king's first line. "Cub, just repeat after me okay? I'm right here to help you." She spoke to him using her mic. "Muahahaha. To think a poor commoner like you could face the likes of me?" "Muahahaha. To think a poor commoner like you could face the likes of me?" Cub repeated the words a bit lowly, remaining still. "The Great King Gadot Markarth IV? I am insulted you would even take a step in my castle..." "The Great King Gadot Markarth IV? I am insulted you would even take a step in my castle..." Cub mimicked the words, this time louder with a bit more force but not too much of a difference. Reigenleif was now chewing her own finger nails. "I swear on my grave! Today shall be the day you fall King! I will rescue your daughter from your evil clutches as well!" Zaveed continued on. "And you my poor boy, will be the one to fall today." "And you my poor boy, will be the one to fall today. And my daughter belongs to me and me alone!" Cub roared as he held his sword in hand, pointing to Zaveed. "My dear minions, attack!" "Steel yourself Keith!" A little confused, Blade and Francis moved forward. Reigenleif sighed with relief. Even though Cub was adding extra things to his lines, at least he got over his stage fright. "Cue music Burkswallow!"

Swords clashed as the evil king and his minions fought Darkol and his sole companion. The five men on the stage danced around dodging and taking pretend injuries. Although as Zaveed fought Cub, he wondered why the Orc was overwhelming him more instead of standing on even footing like it was coreographed. The look on his face made it seem as though he was enjoying himself quite a bit as they put on the show. And Reigenleif noticed this as the orc almost toppled Zaveed over. "Cub, you're supposed to lose right now. Stop!" Reigenleif commanded on the mic. Upon realization Cub froze for a second and dropped his sword, falling back on his rear. "Damn you, lowly scum!" The evil king cursed. "Cub, that's not your line-" "I'll see to it you wrought in the bowels of the earth." Zaveed in a moment of shock, stared at Cub before regaining his composure. He pointed the sword to the king. "You shall go no further." Came a mysterious voice. A man from the shadows approached nearby slowly walking up to the two.

"Elayna must you do that now!?" A lowly heard voice from Thyra's yelled from somewhere. Everyone on stage stopped to look in the direction of the voice, coming from behind a door. The group resumed. "It's Lokrad! The king's best assassin!" Zainat yelled as he pointed to the assassin played by Sevari. "Indeed. My king, take your leave and leave these two to me." "Of course I am!" Elayna lowly shouted, making everyone stop and look once more. Reigenleif knew what was happening and started to chew Sion's finger nails to his dismay. "My king, leave them to me." Sevari repeated his line again. "We're in the middle of a scene you stoner!" Pause. "Uh, yeah. Sure. Toodles. Follow lackeys!" The king commanded when he wasn't supposed to say that line and ran off the stage. "Lokrad, it is time to pay your dues!" Zainat announced. Sevari maniacally laughed. "And what if I tell you, there may be more at stake then what it seems?" "Look at us in these gaudy dresses, we look like a reject Princess Peach and Daisy! I better be stoned for this!" Sevari immediately continued his next line. "That room behind me is booby trapped and two of the princess's hand-maidens are inside. If that door opens at all... a nice little explosion seal goes off." "Okay I can't take this anymore." Thyra announced as she and Elayna walked out of the room, waving her hands to disperse the smoke. Everyone stopped on the stage before Reigenleif shouted into Sevari's mic "IMPROVISE!"

"Uh... how did you to stop the seal from going off!?" He shouted in confusion. "It did, we shrugged it off." Thyra gave an explanation. Sevari blinked before running up to the two, holding his blade to them. "Well, no matter. Darkol! If you dare to go further, I shall cut the throats of these two women!" "Save us please!" Thyra gave a convincing plead. "Help." Elayna stoically said. "Darkol, you have to, I'm begging you!" "Help me." Elayna said once more in the calmest fashion. Zaveed and Zainat looked to each other before Zaveed continued. "You would dare hurt a defenseless woman!? You are truly ruthless! Be a real man and face me! One on one!" Sevari laughed. "Surely, you jest? Fine, have it your way." The two khajiits slowly approached each other, swords at the ready.

And the clash began. "En garde!" Zaveed cried. "Repoire!" Sevari roared. The swords clashed. "Take this!" "Fool!" They continued to dance. "Toro!" "Ole!" Once more they graced they stage. "Kutabare!" "Ochiru!" Were they starting to randomly shout battle cries in different languages? "Quo Vadis!" "Spurios!" The smile on their faces looked as if it were from laughter rather than actual acting. "Bai chi!" "Yuan li!" Reigenleif suddenly realized that the fight scene was taking longer than it was supposed to, and the two khajiits were having a bromance moment. "End the fight! We need to get to the next scene! Now!" She yelled into their mics, causing them to flinch. Zaveed fake stabbed Sevari and watched as he fell to the floor. "...GG" Fell from his mouth. "Pwned." Zaveed turned to Zainat. "Take the hand-maidens to safety... I'm going alone from here." "...Are you sure Darkol? Will you be fine on your own my comrade?" "Yes, I will. Now go!" Thyra ran up to Zaveed and quickly shook his hand in gratitude. "Thank you kind sir! Gods bless you!" She told him followed by a casually strolling Elayna. "Thanks." And continued to go off stage behind Zainat and Thyra. Zaveed dashed off stage in the other direction and the lights dimmed...

Two students not from EastWest Hammerfell high were laughing to themselves in the dark of the audience. "These guys think they're so better than us huh? Wait till our little trap is sprung and the play is ruined!" "Tell me about it! Carol rigged the light switch so once that goes on, our little friend makes his move..."

"Next scene! Hit the lights!"
As the switch was flicked, the lights came on and Zaveed dashed on to the stage once more. Awaiting him was the evil king, his two lackeys and princess Deltrese. "Deltrese!" He cried to her. "Darkol!" Rena called to him outstretching her hand inside a cage. Zaveed stared with pleading eyes that brought a slight enjoyment to Rena when the evil king spoke. "Go no further fool!" He roared. "Gadot! This ends now! No more words!" The khajiit drew his sword. The two lackeys stepped forward until the king stood in front of them. "Stop! He is mine to fight alone!"

Blade and Francis looked at each other before back at the king, realizing that wasn't the line he was supposed to say. "Cub, Zaveed's supposed to take us down first, then fight you." Francis whispered. "Silence! I need no peasant to do my bidding no longer!" Cub grabbed Francis by the shoulder and flung him off stage behind him, barely missing Marassa. "Cub, what the fu-" Blade soon found himself grabbed by his tail spinning in the air. "So long, bowser!" The orc let go of his tail and Zaveed watched as Blade was tossed in the air off stage behind him. The sound of a piano crashing was heard by all. Reigenleif who was now holding a jar of nails looked on in horror. "Rena, end the scene early! Break out of the cage!" She screamed. Rena frantically opened the cage and jumped out. Running straight in between and slightly to Zaveed. Cub luckily charged so when Rena was fake stabbed by Zaveed, it looked more scripted.

The king gasped in terror(well fake terror) as his daughter fell to the ground. "No! Deltrese!" He cried. Well, at least that line was in the script. Darkol caught Deltrese and held her in his arms. Music!

"Are you ready to sing Vurwe?" Burkswallow asked the upset girl. "I guess. Like, Zainat would be a ten times better hero than Zaveed for tots sure." Burkswallow shook his head with a half-smile and clicked the auto-tune button on Vurwe's microphone.

"Please... don't hate my father Darkol.. deep down he's a kind man. A loving father..." She weakly spoke to him. "He cannot be! Look at what he's done to his land! To you! He kept you locked in your room for hours on end! Even days!" "It's...it's okay. Even though, It may be awhile before we get to be together again, I can be free now. Just like the canaries that would come to my window. I can be free just like them..."

"Cue canary!" Everyone stopped, waiting for the canary to fly through the air. Yet none did. "I said, cue canary!" Still no canary. Reigenleif whipped her head around and got off her seat, marching towards Sion standing near a harness. "Sion! Come on! You need to go out there!" "No way. I'm changing my mind. This suit is embarrassing- wah?!" Sion yelled as Reigenleif lifted him up in the air. "Fine, have it your way if you don't want a smooth landing!" And so, with her nordic rage, she tossed Sion in the air as he screamed, flying higher than intended to over the on-stage cast with a not-so graceful landing on top of the band.

While in the air, he did noticed something large and red floating above them.

"...uh.. anyway. Darkol will you.. kiss me? One last time?" "Of course my love..." This was the moment she had been waiting for, this one, big moment. Rena could feel her girlhood trembling. Her wish would come true!

However, just as Zaveed was leaning in something caught his eye behind Cub. A small red floating balloon with eyes. All but Cub and the closed eye Rena saw the unusual being behind the orc. "What. The hell. Is that?" Thyra questioned to the stoned Elayna. In a moment, the balloon grew slightly bigger in size, if only a little. "You've slain my daughter... now, I shall slay you..." Cub spoke as Zaveed dropped Rena and stood up. Reigenleif gasped upon realization. It was an artificial bomb.

"Cub. Turn around. Now." Zaveed calmly told him as Rena just realized what was behind him. Cub only tilted his head confused with no words or other actions. "Cub, really. Look behind." Zaveed repeated again. Why in the world would Zhaveed call him by his name...? Unless, it was an insult maybe? Cub is also a word for baby animals, and he was an evil tyrant and probably spoiled-like-a-baby king...

So, it stood to reason, he was calling him Cub as a way to act out a provocation! And telling him to turn around was like, a way to trick him! Improvision, of course! "I will not fall for your silly tricks, Darkol! I am not a Cub either!" He called as he charged at him. With eyes widened, Zaveed jumped back with Rena and the two tried to get him to turn around but failed. Reigenleif was now holding her face in fear. Sevari and Zainat jumped back on stage to help make Cub turn around but he simply fought them off. And dodged all attempts with grace. "You dare to betray me assassin!? I shall have your head as well!" "Cub for the love of God, LOOK BEHIND YOU!"

Gorzath sat with his mouth agape. While Hralvar was having a grand old time watching the display of the scene; too drunk to realize this wasn't a part of the show. Gorzath only turned his head to see the enjoyment on the nord's face. "...I've got to do something, quick!" The orc stated as he ran out of the audience and behind the curtain. He didn't want to run out on stage without a costume on and scare the children even more as to why a teacher suddenly appeared out of nowhere, so he dug through a nearby trunk and found a bed sheet with holes for eyes of all things. "...Screw it." The older orc said as he threw the bed sheet over his head and dashed to Cub's back.

Hearing footsteps coming from behind quickly, Cub twinkled away on his tip-toes similar to a graceful ballerina and watched as Gorzath dove right passed him. "Of all times to be agile... NOW is the time?" Thyra said in awe, shoulders dropping. "I guess, being chased by Sion so often was really beneficial in a way... although since he is on the football team, he should be agile..." Burkswallow sighed. Then Thyra remembered... Sion could force him to look behind his back! "Sion!" She yelled for the khajiit who just managed to get out of the band equipment. "Yes...?" "Take control of Cub! Now!" "Damn that, I'm not going on that stage with the bomb!" She then grabbed him by the wing and pulled him to her. "Do it now or we'll be in trouble!" Not tempting the nordic rage again, Sion gave in and ran on stage in his chicken suit. Or well, tried to. He kept stumbling around and had to flap his arms to keep himself balanced.

Holding his wings together by the tips, he created a little opening to see out of in front of him. Zainat dove and forced Cub to jump to one side, keeping the orc in place. "Ninpo: Shintenshin no jutsu!" Sion called out and suddenly, the orc froze in place. Everyone stopped moving and turned to look at Sion, then to Cub. The khajiit fell to his knees and Cub turned around to see the bomb growing ever bigger. "Look!" Sion yelled through Cub's voice and released the effect of the technique. Cub regained composure of his body and stared at the balloon which now began to glow bright red. "Uh oh..." "Shit..." It's gonna blow!" "Hit the deck!"

And boom goes the dynamite. The bomb exploded leaving everyone on stage charred to a crisp minus Sion who's chicken costume turned into a deliciously roasted chicken costume. The audience was surprisingly unharmed but everyone behind the stage was blown back. And point to note, someone accidentally hit one of the music machines still tied to the speakers.

Reigenleif opened her eyes to find all of the curtains on fire, and the sprinklers needed to be turned on manually. "Everyone who is still able, close the curtains, turn on the sprinklers, and... and... just stop the fire!"

Francis ran up top on the scaffolding to try and find the power box while Marassa proceeded to close the curtains. When he found the power box, he opened it up and touched one switch. Finding himself electrocuted slightly, he jumped back and knocked over a sand bag. Coincidentally, Marassa didn't pay attention to where she stood and was pulled by one foot up into the air. "Get me down! Marassa yelled frantically. The breton heard her cry but he needed to start the sprinklers. With no clue as to what which switch did, he randomly flicked one down, and poor Marassa went flying across the stage screaming . The switch he flicked was a pulley connected to that rope instead and he couldn't stop her due to the box constantly sparking. Zaveed slowly opened his, seeing a slow moving creature gliding above him. Was it an angel singing? Was he dead?

Nope it was his sister frantically yelling at the top of her lungs. He slowly closed his eyes again in dismay. And pain. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you would look at it, Marassa was in luck as the rope caught on fire, and quickly burned her free. Free to soar in the sky unbound. "My damn head hurts..." Blade groaned rubbing his scalp. He just woke up from his coma when he looked up to see a khajiit woman flying at him at an alarming rate. With no chance to move out of the way, Marassa crashed into Blade and the piano dead on, leaving the argonian unconscious once more.

Thyra was busy trying to stomp the fire off the bottom of her dress out. She turned to look at Elayna who was holding a joint near one of the burning drapes. "Really!?" The nord barked. "Dude...chillax..." Elayna then leaned back and took a hit from her joint. "Yeah... that lit good~" Thyra glared at the breton when she suddenly felt the top of her head get hot. She went to touch her scalp and burned herself; making her go into complete hysteria. "My hair is on fire! My hair is on fire!" She shouted. Vurwe grabbed a small bean bag and began to beat the nord with it, much to her enjoyment. A kinder Burkswallow found a fire extinguisher and sprayed a panicking Thyra down.

Finally, Francis flicked the right switch and the sprinkler system came on. The fire was put out and officially the play was coming to an end. Reigenleif with a massive headache looked before her. The play was ruined but they needed to close it up. Was Sevari able to read the final lines? Nope, as he was face down on the stage. "...Francis...please end it..." Reigenleif asked as he approached her. With a sad nod, he picked up a burnt and soak script and read the final lines.

"And so, the hero, the princess, and the evil king all fell. A new king shall rule one day, a kinder one. And hopefully in the next life, the hero and princess could be together again, to be as free as the canaries that fly. The moral of this story is..." Francis paused when he noticed the final line was burned off. He turned to Reigenleif who just flicked her hand. "Just improvise..." Francis nodded to her. "The moral of this story, is uh... love hurts, use condoms, don't do drugs, stay in school."

Nailed it

There was a five minute silence before the audience clapped and cheered. To their surprise, they all loved it, they really loved it! Hralvar cheered in his seat clapping "Bravo! Bravo my students! The acting, the music, the special effects, everything!"

Then it dawned on him how much it would all cost to fix. "Fuuuuuuuu-"

However Reigenleif sat home crying when she found out they thought the play was a comedy.

"Oh okay... I kinda remember now..." Blade said with a smile. "Those damn costs for repairs were a fortune!" Hralvar cursed. "You know what, screw this crap food and screw these stressful nights, today, we're ordering out, and going to the beach!" And so, the gang packed up their stuff, left behind the chili, and made their way to a nice relaxing beach. Yay :D

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