Lore:Fools' Ebony, Part the Twoeth

''Part The Twoth - Bearing Mostly on Fools' Ebony and Temples

Same place, same Inn, A bottle or two later. Enter Prologue, the Adventurer, and Lheben

Prologue:''' Little has   so far in our comedic drama. The Adventurer, our   rascal, has bought drinks for two priests of Akatosh. All have drunk considerably. One of the priests has rushed off in pursuit of his lamp girl. And, unless I've forgotten something or something happened when I was paying attention to something else, that's a complete synopsis of Part the Oneth. Ah, here come two more priests. Humble Prologue must depart.

::(Enter Raic and Stete)

Raic: Evening Lheban! Evening stranger. My fellow priest here is Stete, I am Raic. We are honored to serve Julianos.

Adventurer: What is this, anyway - Priests night out? And ... I thought that your Temples -  ,  , the rest ... I thought them all cut-throat competitors. In theology and gold, if you will forgive my bluntness. Yet you all seem the best of friends ..? Come to think of it, didn't I have words with Stete earlier, you said you were of the  ?

Raic: A common misconception, friend ...

Lheban: ... but one that we ... encourage ...

Raic: Really, we all work together closely, move between the Temples as needs dictate ...

Lheban: ... exchange information ...

Raic: ... share funds ...

Stete: ... swap our sisters ...

::(Lheben kicks Stete)
:: (Enter Prologue)

Prologue: Sorry to interrupt the merry slapstick, but I neglected to mention earlier that the Fools'   saga -- if that is the word -- contains gratuitous reference to priestly misdeeds and sexual excess. I hope those of you in the audience of peevish, prudish, sullen, frumpy, or grumpy demeanors are not offended. Now then, on with the entertainment. 

::(Exit Prologue) 

Lheban: ... and all that ...

Raic: But it helps in our ... holy work, if we are perceived as separate and, uh, competitive...

Lheban: Mind you, there are one or two, er ... religious organizations ... well, sort of ... that we do not have anything to do with ...

Raic: Nothing at all, nothing at all ... animals, just animals ...

Adventurer: Such as ..?

Lheban: Weeell -- the   for one ... nasty bunch of thugs ... and then there's the Afterdark Society ... (aside to Raic) This fellow, seems a decent sort of chap ... seems to know something about Mages and Fools' Ebony ...

Raic: (aside to Lheban) Really now ... how interesting... (to all) Hey fellow, have another bottle -- this will bless you throat. My, my, yes indeed it will...

Adventurer: Thanks Raic, don't mind a bit ...

Lheban: But let me continue -- I was explaining about this Fools' Ebony to you ...

Raic: Yes, Fools' Ebony ...

Lheban: Well. Fools' Ebony now. Well, you know about ordinary Ebony, how it's rare, only some dwarven clans dig it and sell it. And not too many, these days and times ...

Stete: How's that popular song go ..? (singing) Where have all the Old   gone, Long time ago ... 

::(Lheben throws Innkeep at Stete)
::(Raic breaks chair on Innkeep and Stete)
::(Innkeep loses consciousness)

Lheban: There's a pile of real   up in the   somewhere north, I hear tell. You know how that dullish black ebony gets worked over by Mages, by some skilled armorers, made into all kinds of potent weapons, amulets, belts, what have you. All fetch a huge price, when you can find any. And how the best was made long ago, by those old dwarves ...

::(Stete rises to his feet)
::(Lheban kicks Stete back down)
::(The Adventurer loosens his tunic)

Lheban: Oh my! Oh, my apologies, friend, Sir! I see you have -- what's that? An ebony torc? Oh my, and an ebony katana! Oh My! Oh My, My! So, of course, you know all that, sir.

Adventurer: Oh, that's all right, you didn't know. Here, have another bottle ...

Lheban: Many thanks, kind Sir. Well, then you know how every adventurer, even snotty kids, all the dungeon-delvers, are always looking for ebony artifacts, weapons, whatnot. But what you may not know, some of the more experienced delvers hunt for raw ebony lodes, piles, dwarven leavings. That stuff, the raw ebony, is far more valuable.

Adventurer: The raw unshaped material that provides work ... and power ... for so few? Apparently just loaded with negative magicka?

Raic: Right, right!

Lheban: Yes, right so! Quite so! Well, Fools' Ebony now. Looks just about like the real raw stuff. Runs in veins in the deep rocks. Feels the same, smells almost the same. But the big difference: it's not real ebony. No power at all. If you pick some up, it gets you hands a bit dirty. Softer too, by all accounts. But sort of shiny too. But who can tell all that, deep in some old mine, maybe a ghoul breathing down your neck! So it's just grab and run, I guess, down in those nasty holes. So the fools, the kids, the crazy delvers, are always hauling up a bag, a sack, of Fools' Ebony. And getting laughed at by the merchants, dealers, mages, us ... hence the Fools' part. Stuff just gets thrown into the Bay ...

Adventurer: Yeah, that's sort of what I ... er ... heard from some Mages. But I heard something else, too ...

Lheban: And just what was that, friend ... if you want to tell us, of course ... Sir.

Adventurer: Oh, of course! I think that we can come to ... er ... an arrangement?

Lheban and Raic (Together):: Certainly, Oh Yes!

Adventurer: So, yeah, so these mages -- Shub and Shub, they are always called Shub, aren't they? -- anyway, these old guys were saying how this Fools' Ebony can burn. Not magically, but like an ordinary piece of wood. But the flame lasts far longer, gives off lots more heat, makes no smoke to speak of, no noise ... very interesting ... Mages were saying as how the alchemists want it, to heat the retorts and flasks ... How the Mages Guild wants it, to make and sell ... er ... fake amulets and the like ... rotten trick that! And especially the Armorers, they want it bad, for their forges, I guess. And the Alchemists, for their alembics ...

Lheban: Precisely my information! Now... gets cold up here in the winter, doesn't it? And everyone is cutting down all those trees, making siege engines, boats, all that evil war machinery! All those rich royals and merchants got to heat their great big piles of homes. So their Contessas can run around in next to nothing, instead of furs...

Stete: ... just like my sister ...

::''(Lheben bites Stete's arm)
::(Stete shreiks and falls unconscious)

Adventurer: All those armorers got to keep their hearths and furnaces running...

Lheban: ... All the Mages got to keep their familiars warm ...

Raic: ... All those royals got to keep the contessas running ...

Lheban: ... All those peasants got to keep their animals warm ...

Adventurer: And To Sheogorath with the wife and kids, right? Ha! And, I guess, its sort of hard for you Priests to give blessings and cures, when your fingers are all cold and stiff ..? Makes getting corks out a tad hard, to say nothing of opening those little twists of parchment ..?

Raic: You speak truly, indeed!

Lheban: A man of wisdom, indeed! Yes!

Adventurer:''' So, where do we find this Fools' Ebony -- in quantity?

Lheban: You put your finger (you have six, I note -- oh, excuse me, Sir) on the crux of the matter. I have heard rumors, just rumors, mind you, that there are huge enormous veins of this stuff, at one place on the surface, far up in the Wrothgarians. Bad, bad place to go. But, if you can get there and back, cartloads of the stuff!

Adventurer: Thats just what I overheard from those Mages -- far up there in the Wrothgarians --  s,  s, daedra, Sheogorath only knows what ... Those Mages seemed to know the spot, though. Mages wanted someone to ...

Raic: You didn't ... talk ... to the Mages. I mean, you haven't ...

Adventurer: Oh no. They didn't even know I was there ... (aside) Not yet, anyway...

Lheban: Good, good - can't trust those Mages, you know ... old fossils would turn their own mothers into sludge-toads, just for a bit of gold! Gold-mad, power-mad, Mad-mad, the whole rotten lot of them! But then they don't have mothers!

Raic: Excellent. Seems to me, friend -- or, can we call you partner? Yes? Excellent. Seems to me, partner, that my brother priests and you should do some digging and poking around -- see if we can get to those veins, those deposits, eh!

Adventurer: Yes indeed, partners! But it would cost a fair pile of gold to get up there -- weapons, spells, women, clothing, carts and horses, women, food, potions ... Best go well-prepared, up there.

Lheban: No problem, partner. Our Temples have ... certain resources, such that if we were guaranteed ... sole access, sole knowledge of the location, then we could finance someone ... someone with the requisite skills, such as yourself? Just by happenstance, I am Keeper of the Books ... you see the opportunity?

Adventurer: Oh yes! Oh yes! Well -- lets split a last bottle, and shake on an agreement?

Lheban: Indeed, let us! We first need information -- who knows about the site up there, where it is, how to reach it ... Why don't we meet back here in, say, a week, to the hour. And see what we can learn, meanwhile?

Raic: We need to find a merchant, too. Someone who can handle it for us ... warehouses, distribution ...

Lheban: And keep a shut mouth!

Adventurer: I'll make some inquiries about merchants ... got a contact or two ... Trouble is -- well, you know how these things go -- few golds here, few there, before you know it you've bribed half the town, or so it seems. Now, as luck would have it, I don't have much -- got swindled by a wretched Mage, some town south of here, and lost most of my belongings in a shipwreck ...

Lheban: Ah Yes! You need some ... seed money as it were.

Raic: (To Lheban) Let me lift old Stete's purse, he made a lot renting out his sister last week ...

Lheban: Thank you, Raic. Here, about 100 gold -- enough ?

Adventurer: Oh yes, more than enough for a start, Gentlemen. Good, good, good ... so we have a deal?

Adventurer: Yes! It's agreed. One week!

::(Exit Lheban, Raic dragging Stete)
::(Exit the Adventurer)
::(Enter Epilogue)

Epilogue: Ah, things are happening now, I doubt it not. Patrons, I request that you recall that this is a work of fiction created by one of the finest writers of the asylum, Frincheps, Archprince of All Sumurset. There is no such thing as Fools' Ebony. Furthermore, Ebony is not mined as the priests have described the process. Grasp that please. If you can still enjoy the play as a rude work of fiction, stay with us for Part the Threeth. If you can't, farewell. And don't forget to tip the wenches. And so endeth Part the Twoth