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Orual · 05-06-2003, 02:31 PM

Rie folded Talômi's collar down and fussed with his hair for a moment, her face flushed with nerves. She tucked her own loose wisps of hair behind her ears, cracked her knuckles, adjusted her necklace, fiddled with her earrings, checked her shoes, checked Talômi's outfit, and fidgeted with her dress until Talômi gripped her hands.

"Honestly, Rie. Calm down," he said in a soft voice. The tech crew milled around behind them, making sure everything was functioning. They were up next, and Talômi had the envelope in his hands. Rie stopped, and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm just nervous. I want to get it right," she said. "I really don't want to mess this up."

"You won't. Come on, we're up!" He half-dragged her onto the stage, and suddenly there were lights everywhere.

Trying not to squint, Rie waved and smiled brightly. The applause died down, and Talômi took the podium.

"The role-playing games on the Barrow-Downs are a place where writers with often little more in common than a love of Tolkien's work are able to gather and create impressive works together," he began.

"And one of the many attributes of the best writers on the Downs is their ability to write characters of various affiliations," Rie continued. "It takes a strong writer to write a character very different from her, whether she's good, or has her own nasty side to her."

"And of course, there are enough of our writers who have their nasty sides," Talômi snickered. He continued to snicker until Rie elbowed him in the ribs, at which point he broke off with a grunt. Rie smiled sweetly at the audience.

"Many of our writers have played good characters and bad, but there are only a few of them who have played both sides in a single RPG," Rie said, while Talômi was still gripping his side, muttering to himself. "So it is our pleasure to announce the winner of the 'Look Fairer and Seem Fouler Award' for Performances in Multi-Ethic roles in a single RPG."

Talômi straightened and handed the envelope to Rie, who opened it carefully. She unfolded the paper and, grinning widely, said in unison with Talômi,

"Nurumaiel, for her performances as Angelica, Fosco, and the evil Bill Ferny, in Shadow of the Star!"

The room erupted with cheers, Rie's and Talômi's not by any means quieter than the rest. "Magic Mirror" by Leon Russell began to play.

Many people look my way
Many pass me by
In moment of reflection
I wonder why
To the thieves I am a bandit
The mothers think I'm a son
To the preachers I'm a sinner
Lord I'm not the only one
To the sad ones I'm unhappy
The losers think I'm a fool
To the students I'm a teacher
To the teachers I'm in school
To the hobos I'm imprisoned by everything I own
To the soldiers I'm just someone else who's dying to go home
The general sees a number
A politician's tool
To my friends I'm just an equal in this whirlpool
Magic Mirror
Won't you tell me please
Do I find myself in anyone I see
Magic Mirror
If We only could
Try to see ourselves as others would
To policemen I'm suspicious, it's in the way I look
I'm just another character
To fingerprint and book
And the sellers think I'm merchandise
They'll have me for a song
The left ones think I'm right
The right ones think I'm wrong
And many people look my way
Many pass me by
In my quiet refection I wonder why
Magic Mirror
Won't you tell me please
Do I find myself in anyone I see
Magic Mirror
If we only could
Try to see ourselves as others would

05-06-2003, 02:31 PM	#153
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Rie folded Talômi's collar down and fussed with his hair for a moment, her face flushed with nerves. She tucked her own loose wisps of hair behind her ears, cracked her knuckles, adjusted her necklace, fiddled with her earrings, checked her shoes, checked Talômi's outfit, and fidgeted with her dress until Talômi gripped her hands. "Honestly, Rie. Calm down," he said in a soft voice. The tech crew milled around behind them, making sure everything was functioning. They were up next, and Talômi had the envelope in his hands. Rie stopped, and smiled sheepishly. "I'm just nervous. I want to get it right," she said. "I really don't want to mess this up." "You won't. Come on, we're up!" He half-dragged her onto the stage, and suddenly there were lights everywhere. Trying not to squint, Rie waved and smiled brightly. The applause died down, and Talômi took the podium. "The role-playing games on the Barrow-Downs are a place where writers with often little more in common than a love of Tolkien's work are able to gather and create impressive works together," he began. "And one of the many attributes of the best writers on the Downs is their ability to write characters of various affiliations," Rie continued. "It takes a strong writer to write a character very different from her, whether she's good, or has her own nasty side to her." "And of course, there are enough of our writers who have their nasty sides," Talômi snickered. He continued to snicker until Rie elbowed him in the ribs, at which point he broke off with a grunt. Rie smiled sweetly at the audience. "Many of our writers have played good characters and bad, but there are only a few of them who have played both sides in a single RPG," Rie said, while Talômi was still gripping his side, muttering to himself. "So it is our pleasure to announce the winner of the 'Look Fairer and Seem Fouler Award' for Performances in Multi-Ethic roles in a single RPG." Talômi straightened and handed the envelope to Rie, who opened it carefully. She unfolded the paper and, grinning widely, said in unison with Talômi, "Nurumaiel, for her performances as Angelica, Fosco, and the evil Bill Ferny, in Shadow of the Star!" The room erupted with cheers, Rie's and Talômi's not by any means quieter than the rest. "Magic Mirror" by Leon Russell began to play. Many people look my way Many pass me by In moment of reflection I wonder why To the thieves I am a bandit The mothers think I'm a son To the preachers I'm a sinner Lord I'm not the only one To the sad ones I'm unhappy The losers think I'm a fool To the students I'm a teacher To the teachers I'm in school To the hobos I'm imprisoned by everything I own To the soldiers I'm just someone else who's dying to go home The general sees a number A politician's tool To my friends I'm just an equal in this whirlpool Magic Mirror Won't you tell me please Do I find myself in anyone I see Magic Mirror If We only could Try to see ourselves as others would To policemen I'm suspicious, it's in the way I look I'm just another character To fingerprint and book And the sellers think I'm merchandise They'll have me for a song The left ones think I'm right The right ones think I'm wrong And many people look my way Many pass me by In my quiet refection I wonder why Magic Mirror Won't you tell me please Do I find myself in anyone I see Magic Mirror If we only could Try to see ourselves as others would __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"