So I've been running an eberron campaign for a while and I just posted the following cut scene for the players.
Cut Scene 11
Graelen tosses and turns throughout the night as his mind is filled with dreams of the past
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A teenage boy runs through tall grass, chasing a young girl of similar age with long flowing dark hair, tied back with a red ribbon. She keeps looking behind her and smiling at her pursuer as she bounds through the grass, until eventually the boy tackles her and they tumble to the ground. They roll around wrestling for a moment until the girl pins the boy to the ground.
“One of these days maybe you’ll actually catch me Boranel,” laughs the girl.
The boy flips the girl off of him and then pins her to the ground.
“Why exert myself Dannel, when we both know what you want,” says the boy as he flashes her a wry grin.
“And what is it that I want my Prince?” says Dannel as she smiles at the prince.
“Why, to run away and join the circus with me of course!” laughs Borenal.
“What of your duty to the crown my lord?” mocks Dannel.
“What of it?” asks Borenal, “I’m sure my two older brothers are more than capable of managing the kingdom without my help? What of my happiness?”
Dannel pulls the prince towards her and kisses him.
“Let me see if I am capable of managing that.” She says as she continues kissing him.
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A slightly older, manlier Borenal lies in bed with a beautiful Dannel resting her head on his chest. Her dark hair still tied back with a red ribbon. The door to the chamber bursts open and a large dark metallic warforged enters.
“Bulwark!” yells out Borenal
“I am sorry to intrude my lord but the matter is urgent,” Bulwark says.
“Out with it then Bulwark, so that I may return to more important matters,” Borenal says as he nods towards Dannel.
“It is your father my lord,” Bulwark stutters, “The grief of your brothers deaths must have taken a toll on him, my lord. His steward found him in his chamber with his own sword through his chest, his hands still gripped on it.”
Bulwark pauses for a moment and a small tear begins to drip down Borenal’s cheek and Dannel’s grip on Borenal tightens. Bulwark then bows towards Borenal and makes for the door to the chamber.
“I am so sorry my lord, but you will have to get dressed my lord, there is much that needs to be taken care of,” Bulwark says as he closes the door behind him.
For a moment the two lovers lay in bed entwined in silence.
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A thirty something Borenal, his face marked with concern, places a hand on the shoulder of a woman with long dark hair tied back with a red ribbon. Dannel turns to face him a look of sadness on her face. His hand moves up to touch her rosy cheek and a tear begins to slide down her face.
“I will not let you do this Dannel, damnit! I am your king!”
“It is my duty my lord.”
She grabs the hand on her cheek and brings it to her lips and kisses it gently.
“You know that if I marry the king of Cyre that we could bring about peace between our two nations. Think of Breland my lord, it is your duty to your people.”
He pulls her close and embraces her and whispers to in her ear.
“But I love you Dannel, it has only ever been you. I cannot let you go.”
She pushes away from him and places a finger on his lips. With her other hand she unties the ribbon from her hair.
“I know my love, but you know this is the only way.”
She takes the ribbon and places it up against his heart.
“I will always love you Borenal.”
She turns and walks away from him as he holds the red ribbon up against his chest.
“Always my love”
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A middle aged Borenal swims in a lake at night barely visible in the moonlight. There is a splash beside him as a dark haired with woman comes to the surface. The two smile at one another and they embrace.
“You should not be here Dannel, the treaty is almost signed. Soon we will have peace.”
“I’ve missed you so much my love, it was torture sitting across from you in the pavilion and not be able to reach out and touch you or even talk to you.”
“If I could only make time stop Dannel and live in this moment forever, I would be the happiest man ever.”
Dannel smiles at Borenal and they kiss under the moonlight. On shore, on a tree branch hangs a shirt with a red ribbon pinned to it. The shirt moves as a shadowy figure standing nearby brushes it.
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An armored Borenal stands with his men across a field chatting, inside a tent a young women with dark hair stares out at him. A spindly baldy man pushes his way into the tent and an armored Cyran guard follows him in. He strikes her across the face with the back of his right so hard it brings her to her knees.
“My lord,” she barely manages to stutter.
“You filthy whore!”
He strikes her again
“You have betrayed me and you have betrayed Cyre! I should gut you here right now!”
“My..lord, what…”
He strikes her again this time splitting her lip.
“Don’t you
ing lie to me slut, I know you’ve been ing the king of Breland!”
Tears stream down her face as he pulls out the peace treaty scroll and he tears it to shreds.
“There will never be peace between Breland and Cyre.”
He strikes her again and more tears stream down her face.
“You hear me! And you’ll never see your lover again!”
He then nods to the armored guard who gags and binds her as tears continue streaming down her face.
“Joff take this traitorous piece of filthy from my sight! Lock her up in my villa outside Metrol. I’ll deal with her later.”
The guard nods to the man and slings Dannel over his shoulder and walks out the back of the tent.
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A dark haired woman, wearing the weight of the world on her face, stares down at a painted portrait of a young handsome Borenal, a baby cries, kicks and screams in the arms of a Cyran knight that kneels before her. A flash of lightning lights up the room, followed shortly by a crash of thunder.
“Joff, you must take him far away from here, everyone must believe he died in child birth. If the king were to find out him he would kill him.”
“Yes my lady, no harm will come to him while I still breath, and if the powers will it I will strike down his enemies even in death.”
She kisses the crying babe on the head, and whispers in his ear.
“I love you Graelen and I always will.”
Joff turns from Dannel and walks off into the rain with the screaming child. Tears stream down Dannel’s face.
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A gray haired Borenal kneels before an unmarked grave, a red ribbon in his left hand blowing in the wind, a large dark metallic warforged rests his hand on his shoulder.
“She may yet be alive my lord, you don’t know that she was killed in the day of mourning.”
“You are a loyal and dear friend Bulwark, but she is gone, I know it.”
Borenal looks down at the grave
“Dannel my love, why didn’t we run away and join the circus when we were kids? The realm has peace at last my love but at what cost?”
Borenal bows his head in silence, the red ribbon blowing in the wind.
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A dark haired woman’s hair blows wildly as she stands on a terrace overlooking a ruined city.
“Graelen my son, be careful, danger is fast approaching. You can’t outrun your past soon it will haunt you. I am so sorry.
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Anyway, I was just sort of soliciting ideas on where I can go with this. Any ideas are welcome!
Cut Scene 11
Graelen tosses and turns throughout the night as his mind is filled with dreams of the past
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A teenage boy runs through tall grass, chasing a young girl of similar age with long flowing dark hair, tied back with a red ribbon. She keeps looking behind her and smiling at her pursuer as she bounds through the grass, until eventually the boy tackles her and they tumble to the ground. They roll around wrestling for a moment until the girl pins the boy to the ground.
“One of these days maybe you’ll actually catch me Boranel,” laughs the girl.
The boy flips the girl off of him and then pins her to the ground.
“Why exert myself Dannel, when we both know what you want,” says the boy as he flashes her a wry grin.
“And what is it that I want my Prince?” says Dannel as she smiles at the prince.
“Why, to run away and join the circus with me of course!” laughs Borenal.
“What of your duty to the crown my lord?” mocks Dannel.
“What of it?” asks Borenal, “I’m sure my two older brothers are more than capable of managing the kingdom without my help? What of my happiness?”
Dannel pulls the prince towards her and kisses him.
“Let me see if I am capable of managing that.” She says as she continues kissing him.
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A slightly older, manlier Borenal lies in bed with a beautiful Dannel resting her head on his chest. Her dark hair still tied back with a red ribbon. The door to the chamber bursts open and a large dark metallic warforged enters.
“Bulwark!” yells out Borenal
“I am sorry to intrude my lord but the matter is urgent,” Bulwark says.
“Out with it then Bulwark, so that I may return to more important matters,” Borenal says as he nods towards Dannel.
“It is your father my lord,” Bulwark stutters, “The grief of your brothers deaths must have taken a toll on him, my lord. His steward found him in his chamber with his own sword through his chest, his hands still gripped on it.”
Bulwark pauses for a moment and a small tear begins to drip down Borenal’s cheek and Dannel’s grip on Borenal tightens. Bulwark then bows towards Borenal and makes for the door to the chamber.
“I am so sorry my lord, but you will have to get dressed my lord, there is much that needs to be taken care of,” Bulwark says as he closes the door behind him.
For a moment the two lovers lay in bed entwined in silence.
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A thirty something Borenal, his face marked with concern, places a hand on the shoulder of a woman with long dark hair tied back with a red ribbon. Dannel turns to face him a look of sadness on her face. His hand moves up to touch her rosy cheek and a tear begins to slide down her face.
“I will not let you do this Dannel, damnit! I am your king!”
“It is my duty my lord.”
She grabs the hand on her cheek and brings it to her lips and kisses it gently.
“You know that if I marry the king of Cyre that we could bring about peace between our two nations. Think of Breland my lord, it is your duty to your people.”
He pulls her close and embraces her and whispers to in her ear.
“But I love you Dannel, it has only ever been you. I cannot let you go.”
She pushes away from him and places a finger on his lips. With her other hand she unties the ribbon from her hair.
“I know my love, but you know this is the only way.”
She takes the ribbon and places it up against his heart.
“I will always love you Borenal.”
She turns and walks away from him as he holds the red ribbon up against his chest.
“Always my love”
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A middle aged Borenal swims in a lake at night barely visible in the moonlight. There is a splash beside him as a dark haired with woman comes to the surface. The two smile at one another and they embrace.
“You should not be here Dannel, the treaty is almost signed. Soon we will have peace.”
“I’ve missed you so much my love, it was torture sitting across from you in the pavilion and not be able to reach out and touch you or even talk to you.”
“If I could only make time stop Dannel and live in this moment forever, I would be the happiest man ever.”
Dannel smiles at Borenal and they kiss under the moonlight. On shore, on a tree branch hangs a shirt with a red ribbon pinned to it. The shirt moves as a shadowy figure standing nearby brushes it.
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An armored Borenal stands with his men across a field chatting, inside a tent a young women with dark hair stares out at him. A spindly baldy man pushes his way into the tent and an armored Cyran guard follows him in. He strikes her across the face with the back of his right so hard it brings her to her knees.
“My lord,” she barely manages to stutter.
“You filthy whore!”
He strikes her again
“You have betrayed me and you have betrayed Cyre! I should gut you here right now!”
“My..lord, what…”
He strikes her again this time splitting her lip.
“Don’t you
ing lie to me slut, I know you’ve been ing the king of Breland!”Tears stream down her face as he pulls out the peace treaty scroll and he tears it to shreds.
“There will never be peace between Breland and Cyre.”
He strikes her again and more tears stream down her face.
“You hear me! And you’ll never see your lover again!”
He then nods to the armored guard who gags and binds her as tears continue streaming down her face.
“Joff take this traitorous piece of filthy
from my sight! Lock her up in my villa outside Metrol. I’ll deal with her later.”The guard nods to the man and slings Dannel over his shoulder and walks out the back of the tent.
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A dark haired woman, wearing the weight of the world on her face, stares down at a painted portrait of a young handsome Borenal, a baby cries, kicks and screams in the arms of a Cyran knight that kneels before her. A flash of lightning lights up the room, followed shortly by a crash of thunder.
“Joff, you must take him far away from here, everyone must believe he died in child birth. If the king were to find out him he would kill him.”
“Yes my lady, no harm will come to him while I still breath, and if the powers will it I will strike down his enemies even in death.”
She kisses the crying babe on the head, and whispers in his ear.
“I love you Graelen and I always will.”
Joff turns from Dannel and walks off into the rain with the screaming child. Tears stream down Dannel’s face.
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A gray haired Borenal kneels before an unmarked grave, a red ribbon in his left hand blowing in the wind, a large dark metallic warforged rests his hand on his shoulder.
“She may yet be alive my lord, you don’t know that she was killed in the day of mourning.”
“You are a loyal and dear friend Bulwark, but she is gone, I know it.”
Borenal looks down at the grave
“Dannel my love, why didn’t we run away and join the circus when we were kids? The realm has peace at last my love but at what cost?”
Borenal bows his head in silence, the red ribbon blowing in the wind.
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A dark haired woman’s hair blows wildly as she stands on a terrace overlooking a ruined city.
“Graelen my son, be careful, danger is fast approaching. You can’t outrun your past soon it will haunt you. I am so sorry.
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Anyway, I was just sort of soliciting ideas on where I can go with this. Any ideas are welcome!
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