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The Man in the Stone Tower

Billing

A personal lampoon of the Duke of the Court of Stones portrayed by the Flowrestown Theatre Company.

Setting: Skyreach Hold, Balance’s Retreat

Timeframe: After the Mud Crisis, 21 YD

Dramatis Personae

TYRANT OF STONE, Duke of the Court of Stones – Played by Jeremiah Orchid

GOMES, Courtier of the Court of Stones – Played by Nestor Lilac

The Man in the Stone Tower

Prologue

After the Mud Crisis of 21 YD, the Tyrant of Stone finds himself isolated in his private estate

ACTS

Scene: Inside the Duke of the Court of Stones private chamber…


TYRANT: It has been nearly a season since my grand debut on the Fellish stage and yet none of them have congratulated me or celebrated me for the great and glorious man I am! One would think such refined people as these would be able to recognize magnificence and brilliance when they smell it? Uhhmm?

The Tyrant covers his face to hide the tears.

TYRANT: And yet instead of praise and adulation they resist me! They call me liar and snake and they thoroughly examine every minute gift I give them as if it were laced with poison. How come nobody likes me!

More tears stream out, but he no longer hides them.

TYRANT: Gomes! Stand in my presence at once!

Gomes enters.

GOMES: Yes, Lord?

TYRANT: Tell me I am great…tell me I am all powerful, and that I have friends and that everybody likes me…

Gomes rolls his eyes.

GOMES: It is true, Lord.

TYRANT: Then why am I all alone? Here at the top of this Hold, like a blonde fair skinned princess? How come nobody comes to my estate for parties? How come nobody gives me gifts or defends my name in public? What did I ever do to them?

GOMES: Perhaps it was that stretch of tyranny you imposed on them? Or maybe it is your persistent and fierce rejection of the Republic? Or maybe your incomprehension of social community? Maybe? Lord?

TYRANT: Tyranny? Nooo, I was doing them a favour! They wanted me to do that for them. They held a referendum and voted my stronghold to be the capital. That’s just as good as issuing me the rights to the entire realm!

GOMES: What do you require of me, Lord?

TYRANT: Gomes…put on this outfit for me…pretend we are having a grand ol’party in my chamber here. Go on. Here. And wear this wig too.

Gomes doesn’t reach for the outfit.

TYRANT: Gomes! I order you to be my date for the party! I mean, to be my friend! No, I mean, to obey my orders! I order you to obey me!

GOMES: Very well, Sire.

Gomes wears the outfit and the wig. He resembles none other than the DEMON OF DWILIGHT!

TYRANT: That’s better. Here let me get into character too.

The Tyrant puts on a white dress and a blonde wig.

TYRANT: Oh Demon of Dwilight, you are so adventurous and admired by your friends and your enemies. Please, tell me tales of your past? Please enrapture me with that silver tongue you so masterfully wield. Please…

GOMES: Uh, Lord, perhaps I shouldn’t?

TYRANT: GOMES DO AS I ASK! This is my only chance at being in the Demon’s company. If I cannot have the real thing then I must simulate it. And simulate it I shall! With you!

Gomes takes a few steps toward the open window.

GOMES: Lord, I’d really rather not.

TYRANT: GOMES! Do not behave as the Fellish do, do not question my demands!

GOMES: In all honesty, Lord, there’s a reason why you have no friends.

TYRANT: Oh ya! And why is that wise sage?

GOMES: Because you’re completely nuts!

Gomes quietly slips out the window and drops to his final end.

The Tyrant runs to the window, tearing up again.

TYRANT: Not even hired hands can stand me. Ohhhhuuhhh, am I so unbearable? I am just so very lonely! All alone! No friends, no enemies, nobody cares about little old me.

The Tyrant leans closer to the window, indicating he is contemplating joining Gomes, but then stands back up with full enthusiasm.

TYRANT: Oh no! Not me! I am the most glorious and celebrated noble across the continent! Nobles as far as Iashalur worship my name! I am the Tyrant of Stone!

The Tyrant begins to prance around and sing in his lonely and cold bedroom chamber.

TYRANT: Taa taa tyrant, oo ooofff Stone! Taa taa tyrant! Su suu stone! Every-body loves ME! Every-body loves ME! Every-body does exactly what I saaayyyyyy!

FIN!