Agrippa von Netteshârn, a radical optimist (Shifty Louts Play Report)

[report for a session of shifty louts refereed by jay_zero]

The rambling of Agrippa von Netteshârn as transcribed by the guardsmen that arrested him.

„It was a nice morning. The sun had just risen, and the songbirds were in love. This flowery display by nature herself drove me underground. There, within the tomb filled with miniature bones, I made new friends: Hindy, Akos, and Kenny. They had just parted ways with a group of rather grumpy mummies. Eager to avoid more awkward encounters with the local populace, we moved on. Somewhere along the way I was gifted three bottles by an impoverished noble—he lacked flesh and skin—but still we toasted to his health, emptying one of the liquids. One or two doors later we were greeted by an old acquaintance, visibly upset by the fact that I had transmuted a door into glass. In the mood for more pranks, we hid in a hole and crawled, leaving the ghost of friendship past dazed and confused. The true prank was delivered by the universe that day; the tunnel behind the hole led back to where our bond of camaraderie was first forged. Nonetheless, we remained a joyful band. We made our way back to the tunnel we expected to lead us into the sunlight. And there it was, the beautiful melody of the brightest day. Only then did we realise the disturbance. A pack of vicious guard dogs, legionnaires I would name them, loitered in a tomb. One last jest was required of us. A tossed bottle, some nervous coughs, and sixteen bleeding eyes later, serenity prevailed.“