Fools' Ebony, Part the FivethFrinchepsnaughtyèÒ) L|b‰¿V çHù³Öô ,$ô&«)u,o/'2Ú4Z8Ó:/=F?ùýFools' EbonyýPart TheýFivethùöý Dramatis Personae Prologue The Adventurer, A Dark Elf Rascal Komon, A Priestof Akatosh Lheban, Another Priest of Akatosh Epilogue Stete, APriest of Julianos Raic, Another Priest of Julianos Shub, AMage Shub, A Different Mage of the Same Name Nephron, ASomewhat Sleazy Merchant 5 Armorers Ortho Crunn, Husband ofMillie A Lusty Contessa Millie, Innkeep and PhilosopherGurnsey, Bovine Wench Assorted Wenches and Cads of theTaverns Soldiers Dwarves Giants Part The Fiveth - Back With The Priests, Final Plans, and a Killing or Twoû is Reported... Nearer the middle of the Month ofFrostfall, The Inn of the Pink Nymph. (Enter Prologue, theAdventurer, Ortho, Nephron, the Five Armorers, andöPrologue) Prologue: Our roguish Dark Elf, the Adventurer has plummeted before our stunned eyes, fromû the king of the spider web of intrigueû to a pathetic, crawling lump of Argonianû excrement. In the quest for Fools'û Ebony, that substance that all would killû for, the Adventurer attempted to playû Mage against Priest with the help of theû merchant Nephron. Alas, that is to say,û alackaday, the five armorers have trappedû Nephron and the Adventurer and taken overöû their scheme. The hulking Ortho nowû watches the Adventurer's every move. Butû I get the feeling -- to be honest, don'tû you? -- that beneath the Adventurer'sû defeated quivering jelly lurks a jungleû cat of such cunning and resource toû shatter all his enemies when the time isû right. Of course, I could be wrong. Ah,û I see one of the priests of Akatosh whoû believes himself a friend of theû Adventurer. I, Prologue must away. (Exit Prologue) (Enter Lheban, a Priest of Akatosh.)ö Lheban: Evening there, mind if I join you? Adventurer: Well ... since you already have - no. And where is our esteemed brotherû Komon this chill evening? Lheban: You mean you haven't heard -- Oh, I guessyou have been busy with the ...û preparations? Adventurer: Right, right, very busy... Lheban: Then let me tell you -- Oh, what a bad business. What trouble ... Oh Dear ... Well ... youdoubtless recall that poorû Komon had this ... er ... problem -- overwork ofcourse! Adventurer: Oh yes -- you fellows do work exceeding hard, seems to me.ö Lheban: Well ... recall how Komon left, somewhat erratically as it were, and ... er ... made off withthat young blondie under the lamppost outside?Well -- in his ... er ... state of confusion -- hegrabbed the wrong blondie - Oh My, indeed theû wrong one ... Adventurer: They all look pretty much the same to me, but of course, I do not look too hard! Lheban: Oh My! Well, to cut a short tale to the bone, old Komon grabbed a Contessa, who had thoughtto 'disguise herself.' Oh Dear! Adventurer: Well-- did she get away? Did they catch Komon? Whathappened? Lheban: Well, old Komon, tipsy as he was, was quick as spit in a gale. Eluded all pursuit, tookthe lady to a small privateû ... retreat house that we have. Oh Dearöû Me! Well, the City Guards, Palace guards,û half a dozen Royals, all caught up withû Komon 3 days later. One day too late forû the poor Contessa -- I hear that they hadû a hard time locating all the ... er ...û bits and pieces. Komon was there, passedû out cold. And another body, some commonû blond lamppost girl. And by now he is coldû -- permanently, most likely at the bottom of theBay. Adventurer: Oh well. Serves the Contessa right, coming down to this area. But I suppose thatû there are repercussions?ö