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THE WHITE ACOLYTE WILL BE MY HONOURED SERVANT MY HIGH PRIEST TO CARRY MY GOSPEL TO THE WORLD | THE WHITE ACOLYTE WILL BE MY HONOURED SERVANT MY HIGH PRIEST TO CARRY MY GOSPEL TO THE WORLD | ||
===Nathaniel Browne=== | ====Nathaniel Browne==== | ||
Ahead of the others, [[Nathaniel]] stands, awestruck by the power and majesty of the being before him. This is his muse, the very personification of the driving force behind the last year and a half of his life. There seems nothing more important to him than to be the servant of this being, this god, this king. But he remembers. He remembers the deaths of [[Bacon]], [[Edwards]], and [[Quarrie]]. He remembers the grave of [[Frederick Bartlett]], his friend. He remember the horrors which have followed him and his friends across London, across England, across oceans and high mountains. He remembers his dream, the graveyard of the world. At last, finally and overwhelmingly, he remembers [[Francesca]]. His love is a greater thing than his art. His head moves slowly to the left, then to the right in slow, but unmistakable, denial. He passes the test. He will not serve. He will not be the [[White Acolyte]]. | Ahead of the others, [[Nathaniel]] stands, awestruck by the power and majesty of the being before him. This is his muse, the very personification of the driving force behind the last year and a half of his life. There seems nothing more important to him than to be the servant of this being, this god, this king. But he remembers. He remembers the deaths of [[Bacon]], [[Edwards]], and [[Quarrie]]. He remembers the grave of [[Frederick Bartlett]], his friend. He remember the horrors which have followed him and his friends across London, across England, across oceans and high mountains. He remembers his dream, the graveyard of the world. At last, finally and overwhelmingly, he remembers [[Francesca]]. His love is a greater thing than his art. His head moves slowly to the left, then to the right in slow, but unmistakable, denial. He passes the test. He will not serve. He will not be the [[White Acolyte]]. | ||
===Andrew Saunders=== | ====Andrew Saunders==== | ||
===George Withers=== | ====George Withers==== | ||
Such is the power of the King in Yellow's presence that for a brief moment even [[Withers]] remains transfixed by his majesty and beauty. Of all his friends and companions Withers has always remained the most unaffected and unimpressed by the power of the dream they have been pursuing. Far, far removed from the positive revelry in sensation that Nathaniel Browne has abandoned himself to and distant even from the professional curiosity about those people affected, felt by his close friend Doctor Frederick Bartlett. Frederick. The thought of his friend snaps Withers out of his brief reverie - his dear friend was butchered by one of the servants or heralds or some damn thing serving the creature that stands before him now. How could he have allowed himself, even for a second, to waver in his purpose!. That THING is a threat to every thing he holds dear and there is no damn way that George Withers is going to be the White Acolyte. He'd burn in hell first! | Such is the power of the King in Yellow's presence that for a brief moment even [[Withers]] remains transfixed by his majesty and beauty. Of all his friends and companions Withers has always remained the most unaffected and unimpressed by the power of the dream they have been pursuing. Far, far removed from the positive revelry in sensation that Nathaniel Browne has abandoned himself to and distant even from the professional curiosity about those people affected, felt by his close friend Doctor Frederick Bartlett. Frederick. The thought of his friend snaps Withers out of his brief reverie - his dear friend was butchered by one of the servants or heralds or some damn thing serving the creature that stands before him now. How could he have allowed himself, even for a second, to waver in his purpose!. That THING is a threat to every thing he holds dear and there is no damn way that George Withers is going to be the White Acolyte. He'd burn in hell first! | ||
===Umberto=== | ====Umberto==== | ||
===Action Resumes=== | |||
The voice in his head urges him to be its servant, but [[Nathaniel Browne]] again denies it. The voice says "ONE OF THESE OTHERS LOVES ME". Nathaniel turns to his companions, a look of deep worry sketched on his face. "Remember Franscesca" begs [[Withers]]. "I know" replies Browne, "It's not me I'm worried about". [[Umberto]] begins to move toward the King, his right hand grasping the symbol around his neck. He is closely followed by Withers. Browne intercepts, raising a hand to block his path, "No, I don't think so" he says. Umberto looks, bewilderdered, at Browne. "What are you doing?" asks Browne. "That is the apparition!" replies Umberto. "Thie King?" enquires Browne, confused. "No king of mine" replies Umbrto in a firm voice. Suddenly, Withers notices that [[Saunders]], uninvolved in this confrontation, has moved forward - a vacant, rapt, expression on his face - and hasalmost reached the imposing figure of the King! "Saunders!" shouts Withers, realizing he cannot reach his friend in time. Saunders appears to struggle against an irressistable pull, "Shott me Withers, shoot me!" he begs. Withers draws his revolver, carefully aiming for the scotsman's legs. Click! The round is a dud! Hastily withers makes to fire again, but he is too late - Saunders' outstretched arm makes contact with the spectre's robe, the king unseen eyes seem to bore into those of Withers, Browne and Umberto and they stand paralyzed. Unable to move the others can only watch and listen. "No.", the sound bursts from the scot's throat, a few seconds later "No, you'll destroy it" and finally, in total denial "NO!". At this third declaration, the others find they can move again, but before they can react, the King in Yellow spins, becoming a whirlwind of yellow. The tatters of his robe hit Saunders and, before their horrified eyes, the others see Saunders torn apart, a gout of red stained gore spreads across the floor. Withers fires, his bullet passing harmlessly through the whirlwind of colour. | |||
Revision as of 11:49, 4 October 2006
Session Report - Played Monday 2nd October, 2006
The Upper House - February 1930
The King in Yellow appears standing beside the gate. He was not seen to pass through it.
The King does not speak, but all hear his words in their minds:
GREETINGS PILGRIMS I AM THE KING IN YELLOW WHICH OF YOU HAS COME TO GUIDE ME?
THE WHITE ACOLYTE WILL BE MY HONOURED SERVANT MY HIGH PRIEST TO CARRY MY GOSPEL TO THE WORLD
Nathaniel Browne
Ahead of the others, Nathaniel stands, awestruck by the power and majesty of the being before him. This is his muse, the very personification of the driving force behind the last year and a half of his life. There seems nothing more important to him than to be the servant of this being, this god, this king. But he remembers. He remembers the deaths of Bacon, Edwards, and Quarrie. He remembers the grave of Frederick Bartlett, his friend. He remember the horrors which have followed him and his friends across London, across England, across oceans and high mountains. He remembers his dream, the graveyard of the world. At last, finally and overwhelmingly, he remembers Francesca. His love is a greater thing than his art. His head moves slowly to the left, then to the right in slow, but unmistakable, denial. He passes the test. He will not serve. He will not be the White Acolyte.
Andrew Saunders
George Withers
Such is the power of the King in Yellow's presence that for a brief moment even Withers remains transfixed by his majesty and beauty. Of all his friends and companions Withers has always remained the most unaffected and unimpressed by the power of the dream they have been pursuing. Far, far removed from the positive revelry in sensation that Nathaniel Browne has abandoned himself to and distant even from the professional curiosity about those people affected, felt by his close friend Doctor Frederick Bartlett. Frederick. The thought of his friend snaps Withers out of his brief reverie - his dear friend was butchered by one of the servants or heralds or some damn thing serving the creature that stands before him now. How could he have allowed himself, even for a second, to waver in his purpose!. That THING is a threat to every thing he holds dear and there is no damn way that George Withers is going to be the White Acolyte. He'd burn in hell first!
Umberto
Action Resumes
The voice in his head urges him to be its servant, but Nathaniel Browne again denies it. The voice says "ONE OF THESE OTHERS LOVES ME". Nathaniel turns to his companions, a look of deep worry sketched on his face. "Remember Franscesca" begs Withers. "I know" replies Browne, "It's not me I'm worried about". Umberto begins to move toward the King, his right hand grasping the symbol around his neck. He is closely followed by Withers. Browne intercepts, raising a hand to block his path, "No, I don't think so" he says. Umberto looks, bewilderdered, at Browne. "What are you doing?" asks Browne. "That is the apparition!" replies Umberto. "Thie King?" enquires Browne, confused. "No king of mine" replies Umbrto in a firm voice. Suddenly, Withers notices that Saunders, uninvolved in this confrontation, has moved forward - a vacant, rapt, expression on his face - and hasalmost reached the imposing figure of the King! "Saunders!" shouts Withers, realizing he cannot reach his friend in time. Saunders appears to struggle against an irressistable pull, "Shott me Withers, shoot me!" he begs. Withers draws his revolver, carefully aiming for the scotsman's legs. Click! The round is a dud! Hastily withers makes to fire again, but he is too late - Saunders' outstretched arm makes contact with the spectre's robe, the king unseen eyes seem to bore into those of Withers, Browne and Umberto and they stand paralyzed. Unable to move the others can only watch and listen. "No.", the sound bursts from the scot's throat, a few seconds later "No, you'll destroy it" and finally, in total denial "NO!". At this third declaration, the others find they can move again, but before they can react, the King in Yellow spins, becoming a whirlwind of yellow. The tatters of his robe hit Saunders and, before their horrified eyes, the others see Saunders torn apart, a gout of red stained gore spreads across the floor. Withers fires, his bullet passing harmlessly through the whirlwind of colour.
