Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 18:10:57 GMT
They gather round the natal bed, the foolish and the wise.
They fear the child yet to be born, whose voice shall rend the skies.
The faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King.
Their lanterns bright, they wait at night for the new world he shall bring.
Are we sitting comfortably? Let’s Begin.
Once upon a now, there is a Redcap, who looks at the world through a different lens touched by dreams and sweet with magic the wonder and lustre of the arcane was lost there is only the truth of things.
And once you see the truth of things you act very differently.
The dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land.
The hero in the castle draws his sword and makes his stand.
The princess in the tower is hidden far away.
But nothing under heaven can keep The Groom at bay.
They gather round with leering smiles, the soulless and the dead.
Though her soul unwinds, the cruelest minds will keep her in her bed.
But we digress, you are the Redcap, you are in a world where magic is lost and locked in screens and video, books and type where the silver path is withering and you can hide , but you mustn’t hide you need to thrive to live!
So it is you watch a world where dreams and reality combine it reminds you of a place you always remember but wish to forget, a place that feels like home.
Wherever home is.
The potter told his ‘prentice to prepare him seven jars.
Six he made with grace and skill, the last his hands did mar.
The cretin moon no more is howling, gone its mourning black.
In their dreams its face is prowling, come to take them back.
The King is in his courting clothes, the brides are in their beds.
The unborn princes wait in sleep to raise their eager heads.
They were sceptical at first, those men in suits but you convinced them of your intentions, convinced them you knew the ways of the warrior, you were swift you were cunning the suits were heads on spikes for a puppet master pulling their strings convinced that gold was the root of all power.
Gold is the root of all power, loot the language of kings.
You have watched the IWF. You have studied.
But still they insist on testing you.
The hens were in the henhouse and seven eggs did lay,
till the fox crept in by dark of night and stole the eggs away.
Six were broken by their bindings six no more shall sing.
Comes the seventh full unwinding and all the bells will ring.
It would seem the world of man is more like the world of fae then you cared to admit.
Let’s begin:
We fade in, slowly on the red mask, barely seen to tilt, light moving to reflect as the piece reflects off the camera and a deep rumbling growly voice is directed at the camera whilst we slowly roll back to reveal the full Redcap form.
It begins with Redcap laid perched up on boxes in the back of an IWF Production truck, head cocking once more as it speaks.
“He took his vorpal sword in hand,
longtime the manxsome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tum-Tum Tree
And stood awhile in thought.”
It’s attentions seems to be caught to the camera and now fixated.
“How you turn my world, you precious things that gaze on me and wonder why.”
The figure slides off the boxes and lowers itself to lean closer now with a voice you can’t place but certainly recognise like a stranger with a face you know.
“In an age of Gods and monsters, the demon slowly weeps, the men in suits reap rewards and the heroes are made to sleep. So comes the dawn of darkness, an age of gods and kings. One thousand holds a thousand fold, and wolves that speak as men.”
The figure moves to sit cross legged.
“The dark reign it is coming and a war horn has been sounded , and so there comes a redcap with his skills you will be confounded.”
It shuffles a bit closer and grabs the camera with both hands so it will fix on the visage.
“To the land of the angels we travel, to skirmish for your pleasure. Gibberg’s fate I could not rate but I still it won’t be leisure. The battle will be roaring, a baying crowd has paid. So come that night we dance the dance and keep nightmares at bay.”
The camera tires to back away but the Redcap’s grip holds laying down to keep the angle low even as the camera man decides he’s had enough and a drops the camera and The redcap’s grip visibly shifts and a chuckle is heard. Along with rapid footsteps on the background.
“I accept your tribute, child of the dream, and yet I realise I haven’t introduced myself properly, the time for poems is over and so we come to part.”
The camera is moved violently before pointing out onto a carpark where The redcap stands a little taller and bows dramatically to the camera.
“I am The Redcap, you may call me knave, scoundrel, hero, villain Or Red if you may, you will come to know my works, you come to hear so allow one last retort!”
The redcap’s arms spread to the sky and look upwards before it seems to dance in the moonlight that cascades across his form.
“One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.”
He slowly stops his spin and dance and crawls once more towards the camera with another chuckle.
“Let us walk the silver path together…You and I ; Let us dance and sing and dare to dream and never shall we part.”
The camera is grabbed and we are very suddenly cut to static and nothing.
They fear the child yet to be born, whose voice shall rend the skies.
The faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King.
Their lanterns bright, they wait at night for the new world he shall bring.
Are we sitting comfortably? Let’s Begin.
Once upon a now, there is a Redcap, who looks at the world through a different lens touched by dreams and sweet with magic the wonder and lustre of the arcane was lost there is only the truth of things.
And once you see the truth of things you act very differently.
The dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land.
The hero in the castle draws his sword and makes his stand.
The princess in the tower is hidden far away.
But nothing under heaven can keep The Groom at bay.
They gather round with leering smiles, the soulless and the dead.
Though her soul unwinds, the cruelest minds will keep her in her bed.
But we digress, you are the Redcap, you are in a world where magic is lost and locked in screens and video, books and type where the silver path is withering and you can hide , but you mustn’t hide you need to thrive to live!
So it is you watch a world where dreams and reality combine it reminds you of a place you always remember but wish to forget, a place that feels like home.
Wherever home is.
The potter told his ‘prentice to prepare him seven jars.
Six he made with grace and skill, the last his hands did mar.
The cretin moon no more is howling, gone its mourning black.
In their dreams its face is prowling, come to take them back.
The King is in his courting clothes, the brides are in their beds.
The unborn princes wait in sleep to raise their eager heads.
They were sceptical at first, those men in suits but you convinced them of your intentions, convinced them you knew the ways of the warrior, you were swift you were cunning the suits were heads on spikes for a puppet master pulling their strings convinced that gold was the root of all power.
Gold is the root of all power, loot the language of kings.
You have watched the IWF. You have studied.
But still they insist on testing you.
The hens were in the henhouse and seven eggs did lay,
till the fox crept in by dark of night and stole the eggs away.
Six were broken by their bindings six no more shall sing.
Comes the seventh full unwinding and all the bells will ring.
It would seem the world of man is more like the world of fae then you cared to admit.
Let’s begin:
We fade in, slowly on the red mask, barely seen to tilt, light moving to reflect as the piece reflects off the camera and a deep rumbling growly voice is directed at the camera whilst we slowly roll back to reveal the full Redcap form.
It begins with Redcap laid perched up on boxes in the back of an IWF Production truck, head cocking once more as it speaks.
“He took his vorpal sword in hand,
longtime the manxsome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tum-Tum Tree
And stood awhile in thought.”
It’s attentions seems to be caught to the camera and now fixated.
“How you turn my world, you precious things that gaze on me and wonder why.”
The figure slides off the boxes and lowers itself to lean closer now with a voice you can’t place but certainly recognise like a stranger with a face you know.
“In an age of Gods and monsters, the demon slowly weeps, the men in suits reap rewards and the heroes are made to sleep. So comes the dawn of darkness, an age of gods and kings. One thousand holds a thousand fold, and wolves that speak as men.”
The figure moves to sit cross legged.
“The dark reign it is coming and a war horn has been sounded , and so there comes a redcap with his skills you will be confounded.”
It shuffles a bit closer and grabs the camera with both hands so it will fix on the visage.
“To the land of the angels we travel, to skirmish for your pleasure. Gibberg’s fate I could not rate but I still it won’t be leisure. The battle will be roaring, a baying crowd has paid. So come that night we dance the dance and keep nightmares at bay.”
The camera tires to back away but the Redcap’s grip holds laying down to keep the angle low even as the camera man decides he’s had enough and a drops the camera and The redcap’s grip visibly shifts and a chuckle is heard. Along with rapid footsteps on the background.
“I accept your tribute, child of the dream, and yet I realise I haven’t introduced myself properly, the time for poems is over and so we come to part.”
The camera is moved violently before pointing out onto a carpark where The redcap stands a little taller and bows dramatically to the camera.
“I am The Redcap, you may call me knave, scoundrel, hero, villain Or Red if you may, you will come to know my works, you come to hear so allow one last retort!”
The redcap’s arms spread to the sky and look upwards before it seems to dance in the moonlight that cascades across his form.
“One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.”
He slowly stops his spin and dance and crawls once more towards the camera with another chuckle.
“Let us walk the silver path together…You and I ; Let us dance and sing and dare to dream and never shall we part.”
The camera is grabbed and we are very suddenly cut to static and nothing.
Well howdy there pardner.