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avevale_intelligencerCAPTION: TAMLAND IN CRISIS
PRINCE VARNAK: The man I am to meet in Freeport is a king himself.
MORDECAI, sword-fighting with someone, lunges forward triumphantly.
CAPTION: A SECRET MISSION
VARNAK: We'll have to travel incognito.
TSENESHI WOMAN, smiling, to MARKET TRADER: A certain amount of bruising is to be expected.
MARKET TRADER, holding WILLIBALD up with a dagger: Move and you're dead.
CAPTION: A DEADLY ABDUCTION
VARNAK, to MORDECAI: Don't worry. We'll find him.
MORDECAI: You had better.
CAPTION: THE PERFECT TIME FOR A BOAT TRIP
VARNAK, indicating a river barge: The Pride of Tamland.
VARNAK, shouting: Do you think I like this?
MORDECAI, quietly furious: Yes, I think you do, Highness.
MORDECAI, angry and scared: I have nothing if I have no magic. Nothing!
Great lock gates swing open, revealing an idyllic landscape bathed in golden light.
Brief flashes of:
A stocky shaven-headed man with a chin-beard:
Three young women, clearly sisters, bent over a book:
A big man with grizzled hair and a bulbous red nose:
A thin, ascetic-looking teacher eyeing four riotous male students disapprovingly:
A woman swathed in black gown and veils:
MORDECAI, sitting on a bed with his head in his hands.
MORDECAI, V.O.: Please be alive.
CAPTION: TWO MAGICIANS...AND A BOAT
The barge glides majestically down the river in the declining sunshine.
MORDECAI, V.O.: Oh, trust me, your Highness...this is only the beginning.
CAPTION: COMING SOON TO AVEVALE.ORG
WILLIBALD, tied to a chair, gag hanging loosely about his neck: Art tha minded to feed thy prisoner, then?
PRINCE VARNAK: The man I am to meet in Freeport is a king himself.
MORDECAI, sword-fighting with someone, lunges forward triumphantly.
CAPTION: A SECRET MISSION
VARNAK: We'll have to travel incognito.
TSENESHI WOMAN, smiling, to MARKET TRADER: A certain amount of bruising is to be expected.
MARKET TRADER, holding WILLIBALD up with a dagger: Move and you're dead.
CAPTION: A DEADLY ABDUCTION
VARNAK, to MORDECAI: Don't worry. We'll find him.
MORDECAI: You had better.
CAPTION: THE PERFECT TIME FOR A BOAT TRIP
VARNAK, indicating a river barge: The Pride of Tamland.
VARNAK, shouting: Do you think I like this?
MORDECAI, quietly furious: Yes, I think you do, Highness.
MORDECAI, angry and scared: I have nothing if I have no magic. Nothing!
Great lock gates swing open, revealing an idyllic landscape bathed in golden light.
Brief flashes of:
A stocky shaven-headed man with a chin-beard:
Three young women, clearly sisters, bent over a book:
A big man with grizzled hair and a bulbous red nose:
A thin, ascetic-looking teacher eyeing four riotous male students disapprovingly:
A woman swathed in black gown and veils:
MORDECAI, sitting on a bed with his head in his hands.
MORDECAI, V.O.: Please be alive.
CAPTION: TWO MAGICIANS...AND A BOAT
The barge glides majestically down the river in the declining sunshine.
MORDECAI, V.O.: Oh, trust me, your Highness...this is only the beginning.
CAPTION: COMING SOON TO AVEVALE.ORG
WILLIBALD, tied to a chair, gag hanging loosely about his neck: Art tha minded to feed thy prisoner, then?