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The Mysteries of Misthaven
by Kat Mullet

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CHARACTERS
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— Wilda Wildbrand, founder of the Wildbrand Trading
WILDA
Co, was once known as the greatest pirate on the Cleaver
Coast. Though her notoriety has dwindled over the past
years, she has been busy establishing a port town in her
own name where she can sell her ill-gotten goods. A pirate
in the business of trade can find many uses for a port of
her own, including never concerning herself with middlemen
or law enforcement. The town seemed to pop up almost
overnight, and despite persistent questioning, she refuses
to explain how it came to be — whether by magic or other
means. Many believe her to be a witch, but those who know
her best can tell you that her of magical ability has
lack
long been a sore subject to her, especially in a world
filled with wizards, warlocks, and mages, whose scourge
upon the Southern Seas may have been a contributing factor
to her pseudo-retirement.
Calliope has lived in Misthaven since its
CALLIOPE —
founding. She is a performer with a gift for dance and
acrobatics, though it is rumored that she and Wilda
actually met during a brief tenure at sea. Many ships from
the continent of Altaira and its surrounding islands are
after all known to employ former acrobats to work the
rigging. Most shopkeepers in town live above their stores,
but Calliope earns her coin by performing in the town
square, and lives in an enchanted tent in a forest
clearing just east of town. She was once close with Wilda
and Gugrish, but over the years, has grown to deeply
resent them. Callie was the first mate aboard a ship
called the five years ago, where Wilda was the
Bullrush
quartermaster. Wilda took over the ship from its captain,
one Captain Hargrave, when he fell ill. She organised a
mutiny, establishing herself as captain before the
position could fall to Calliope. Despite Wilda’s
subsequent success, she never paid Calliope well enough to
get out from under her thumb, which only grew Calliope’s
resentment. Calliope began a smuggling operation shortly
after establishing a home in Misthaven, when it became
clear that even working in town, she would never make
enough to escape Wilda’s control.
— Gwydion is a powerful sorcerer who has lived on
GWYDION
the cliffs above Misthaven for hundreds of years, bending
the natural world around him to his will. None know his
true story aside from Wilda — that he was a murderous
terror upon the Southern Seas, and she was able to defeat
him in a duel using an enchanted weapon. When she bested
him, she carved out his heart. A wizard can live without
it, after all, but it is his only source of magic. Wilda

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has always kept it on her person at all times since that
day, learning to use its inherent magic as her own, and
used it to build up the town out of nothing. Now the
heart’s magic keeps the town safe, protecting it from the
elements and attackers, and allowing her to run the land
without interference from the law, the monarchy, or other
traders seeking to infringe. Gwydion’s power is focused on
nature, so he lives among the trees in the forest glen
north of town to channel the natural world. He acts
subdued, but is simply biding his time to make his move
and regain his heart.
— Gugrish is a marsh goblin from the far eastern
GUGRISH
bogs of Altaira. He is 76 years old — goblins routinely
live to be 150, though many live to be even older — and
has been running a traveling magic shop since he was old
enough to leave home. He’s not much of a fighter, but has
always had an adventurous spirit. Goblin magic is
powerful, though not destructive; goblins have
historically been tinkerers and artisans, using their
magic to make light work of difficult tasks such as
welding metal, transporting heavy goods, and gathering raw
materials. Gugrish’s bright personality and sage advice
have made him a friend to all who meet him, including
Wilda, whom he has known since her earliest days as a
pickpocket in the High City. He isn’t a permanent resident
of the town, but often comes through to check on his old
friend. His wagon is self-propelling, pulled by magic.
— Ignatius is the town’s blacksmith, a grizzled
IGNATIUS
man in his early forties with a salt-and-pepper beard. He
wears silver half-moon glasses that seem out of place
against his scarred face, which is often squinty and set
in a frown, making him seem unapproachable. He is haunted
by a past he does not speak about — in fact, he speaks of
almost nothing, being very difficult to converse with. He
talks only to Wilda at any great length. He seems to view
her as almost a parental figure, treating her with
deference and seeking her advice. He came to Misthaven
seeking a home after leaving his former town, where he
accidentally killed his abusive older sister when she
attacked him with a branding iron from the forge. There
are still burn scars on his hands and face. Rumors have
reached the town that he’s hiding here from the law,
though the extent of their truth varies beyond that from
person to person.
— Arden is the town’s newest resident. He runs the
Arden
tavern, which he inherited just under a year ago when its
former proprietor retired to go raise sheep in the
countryside. He and Callie are running an operation to get

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cheaper goods into town behind Wilda’s back, trading with
her old enemies who would like to see her operation get
undercut. The operation saves him enough gold per drink
that he’s able to save some money to move away from the
town. He and Calliope are pooling their resources to leave
together, though they have told no one in town about their
romantic relationship, or their plans.
— Matilda is the town’s seamstress and tailor. She
TILLIE
sells gear staples, such as leather belts and pouches, a
variety of hats, pirate shirts, skirts, gloves, and
bracers. Her shop is well-trafficked, but struggling due
to the high prices that Wilda sets for cloth. She’s young
and very trusting, so she doesn’t fully understand the
extent to which she is being extorted, but she listens to
Calliope and admires her, and Calliope speaks poorly of
Wilda. She knows very little of what’s going on in town,
and so spends the time that she’s not in her shop asking
visitors for information.

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SCENE 2-A
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EXT. Main Square - Evening
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Guests gather in the Main Square of town,
surrounded on all sides by thatch-roofed,
timber-framed cottages, squat and strangely
angled, as though they've melted a little bit
and re-solidified. The square is warmly lit with
torches, which contrast the purple twilight
above. As guests mill about the main square,
sipping drinks and exploring the shops within
the surrounding cottages, an older woman makes
her way quietly through the crowd. She is finely
dressed in gathered skirts and golden jewelry,
her white hair pulled back into a silk scarf.
Though she is probably in her early seventies,
she is far from fragile -- she walks with a
decided strength, which communicates to her
guests that she is not one to be crossed. As she
reaches the center of town, she mounts the
pedestal and raises her arms for silence,
beckoning the assembled guests closer.
(Note: throughout Wilda’s entire speech,
the torches and other ambient lights
around the town flare and die out in
accordance with her mood, giving her an
air of magic that is directly connected to
the town.)
WILDA
Welcome, my intrepid travelers, unscrupulous rogues,
and all who lie between. My name is Captain Wildbrand
-- but I am feeling generous on this beautiful night.
You may call me Wilda. Congratulations on arriving at
the finest town on the Southern Shoals. I may not
have been the first pirate to establish her own port
off the Cleaver Coast, but I have certainly proven
that I am the .
best
[She removes a flask from her belt and raises it
in a toast to her own success. Guests with
drinks may join in. After she takes a drink-]
Your presence here in this sanctuary is at my
discretion. Do give me reason to regret it. I
not
treat my visitors as I treat my crew: excessive
drunkenness and disorder will result in a night tied
to the mast. Upside down.
[She gives the assemblage a fierce once-over,

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glowering.]
Propositioning or touching any one of my residents
without their permission will result in being
keelhauled. If you are unaware of what this means,
you can always find out the hard way...though it's
unlikely you'll return to tell the tale.
And if you see any residents fighting, respect the
proper rules of engagement, and let them handle it.
that any of my residents would dare fight within
Not
the bounds of my town. The shopkeepers here are hand-
picked, personal friends of mine. They know that this
place is first and foremost a When the worst
haven.
storm of my career at sea nearly washed away my
entire crew, this sheltered valley beneath the cliffs
came into view, shrouded by mist. The land here was
rich with magic. It glowed like a lighthouse beacon
as my ship limped to the shore, saving the lives of
everyone aboard. This place has weathered many a
storm, so please—ensure that it stays that way.
[She glares pointedly at the assembled
residents, making it clear she is not only
talking about the weather. Realizing she has
become too intense, she claps her hands together
and plasters on a smile, turning back to the
audience.]
Anyway! It is always a pleasure to have a group of
travelers and adventurers come through my town.
Good for business. So enjoy yourselves to
(Muttering)
your hearts' contents, but do not let me catch you
causing trouble. If you should like a quick tour of
the town's amenities, come and speak to me. I am
making the rounds anyway.
[She raises her flask once more, shouting above
the crowd before she drinks and dismounts the
stage—]
Ad prosperitas!
[Guests are given a few more moments to speak to
characters assembled around the main square, and
to refresh their drinks at the tavern.]

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SCENE 3-A
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EXT. - Main Square - Evening
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Wilda is gathering a group of interested guests
for a quick tour of the town.
WILDA
Are you all ready to go? Quickly, then, I’m a very
busy woman. fall behind — I’ll not be going
Don’t
back for you. Let’s begin with the tavern, as long as
we’re looking at it. I see some of you have been.
Arden's the recent owner, though I’ve scarcely seen
him tonight. Quiet young man. Head in the clouds;
always sketching on napkins and such. Not who I’d
have chosen, but Marv liked him enough to hand him
the place when he retired, so far be it from me to
question his wisdom. (Throwing her hands in the air
Next!
in exasperation.)
[She turns and walks on — quickly for an older
woman — without looking to see if the others are
following. Next, she points out the inn.]
Desdemona’s place. She’s full up tonight from what
I’ve heard, but she’s a good soul. Coat room and
privies always open to the public. A real old-world
gentlewoman. Can’t say I know too many of those
anymore. Seems everyone’s got an angle. I know that’s
rich, coming from a pirate. On we go.
There’s Tillie, the clothier. Basic adventuring gear
there. I’m sure some of you are of the adventuring
type — best you stock up before leaving town. We’re
the last stop for some one hundred miles. You can’t
expect the farmers between here and Southkeep to keep
you fed and clothed.
[She catches sight of Gugrish speaking to
Gwydion, the wizard gesturing to a magical
object with annoyance. Her eyes follow him for a
moment, clearly troubled. She seems to remember
her group and collects herself sharply.]
And finally…our blacksmith. Ignatius can repair or
forge any weapons you may need. Though of course,
anyone caught fighting of my town will answer
inside
to me. As long as we’re here…just a moment. Feel free
to look around.
[She steps inside the blacksmith‘s shop, leaving

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the door hanging open.]

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SCENE 3-B
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[CALLIOPE throws back the last of her drink,
sneering at the spot Wilda has just vacated with
a roll of her eyes.]
CALLIOPE
Who does Wilda think she’s fooling with that idyllic
shit? Wait until all these people see the price of
her rum.
ARDEN
When they do, you may find some kindred .
spirits
[He laughs a little at his own joke, raising his
eyebrows at Calliope until she also cracks a
smile. After she does, he glances back at the
bar.]
ARDEN
I have to go. Undercroft at nine bells, if you can
make it.
CALLIOPE
I’ll try.
[They share a long look before Arden leaves,
returning to the bar. Callie gathers listeners-
in and nearby guests to her standing table,
leaning in to speak in a stage whisper.]
CALLIOPE
What did you all think of that little display? (Pause
Of course Wilda would leave
for audience response.)
out the gory details from her welcome speech. Quite a
lot of you coming through all at once, come to think
of it — all here for the artisan faire, I suppose? I
was worried you might be bad for business, but you
seem an… lot. You could be of use.
enterprising
Providing you can promise me your discretion.
[She glances around.]
If you’re looking for a job, I may have
real
something promising for you. Few things look better
on an adventuring resumé than saving a small town
from a tyrant. If you want in, meet me by the forest
arch just after eight bells. If you’re a coward,
don’t bother coming.

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[She takes a long, sweeping look at the
assembled guests, staring each one down in turn,
before suddenly slapping the flat of a hand down
on the center of the table.]
Okay, get out of here. A group this large looks
suspicious. And not all in the same direction, mind--
then you'll just be looking suspicious somewhere
else.

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SCENE 4-C
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EXT - Gugrish's Cart - Evening
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GUGRISH’s cart window pops open. After giving
people a moment to notice Gugrish and allowing
him a chance to greet them, GWYDION the wizard
approaches him, inclining his head respectfully
as he tucks an ivory pipe back into his robes.
Gugrish smiles, showing serrated goblin
teeth—though he still does not appear
threatening in the least.
GWYDION
My friend. (Too much pressure on ‘friend‘ — they are
A pleasure to see you back in Misthaven.
not close.)
I trust your travels have treated you fairly?
GUGRISH
If it isn’t the Your visits do
Mage of the Maelstrom.
intrigue me. I’m never sure what you’ll be looking
so
for next.
Gwydion flinches at the nickname, Gugrish eying
him watchfully.
The marshlands are, I am sorry to report, as sunken
and damp as ever I've remembered. It‘s nice to return
home; though I do wish I could do so without the
wheels of my wagon being swallowed up.
GWYDION
Well, may you find a solid patch of ground on your
next visit.
[Gugrish’s ears twitch, a sign of his thinly
veiled annoyance with this false camaraderie.]
GUGRISH
Wholly unlikely. But at any rate, what can I help you
with?
GWYDION
Not in the mood to chat, I see. Very well. Wondering
if you have any amulets of protection with you today.
GUGRISH
None, I’m afraid.
GWYDION
What of the one behind
(Craning his neck, irritated)

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you? Broken?
GUGRISH
My personal one, I’m afraid! If there’s nothing else…
GWYDION
Two potions of invisibility.
GUGRISH
ery well. Two gold.
(Hesitating.) ...v
[Gwydion removes two vials of purple liquid from
the shelf and pockets them, tossing two coins
through the window. As Gugrish begins to speak
to him again, the wizard turns to walk away, all
pleasantries forgotten. A third figure, WILDA,
begins to approach, causing Gwydion to hasten
his exit. He stops on the far side of the
Tailor’s, watching the exchange that ensues.]

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SCENE 4-E
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INT - Blacksmith's - Evening
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WILDA has just entered the blacksmith shop.
IGNATIUS
Captain Wildsmith. Always a pleasure to see you.
WILDA
Iggy, my dear. I’ve a delivery for you.
[She leans on the counter, glancing around the
shop surreptitiously before sliding him a
leather pouch from her belt.]
WILDA
I’ve caught wind of some troubling activity on my
rounds. I’d appreciate you keeping this safe for me
while the town is so…populated. I would hate for it
to go missing.
IGNATIUS
I’m…not sure, ma’am. Would it not be safest with you?
WILDA
I tire of carrying it, Iggy. I just need to be rid of
it for a night.
IGNATIUS
Would he not come searching for it, ma’am?
WILDA
, Iggy. I’m not sure how many more times I have
Wilda
to say it.
IGNATIUS
Once more, ma’am. At the very least.
WILDA
He won’t find it. Just be mindful. At any
(Sighing.)
rate, it’s only for a few hours, until the town
quiets down. I can’t be sure how many of these folk
are sticky-fingered—can never be too careful of
thieves in a crowd this large.
IGNATIUS
Very well, ma’am. Consider it done.
WILDA
Are you well today? I’d not asked. I apologize.

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IGNATIUS
It’s a good day, ma’am. I slept rather well last
night, though I suppose that will be due to
exhaustion.
[Here, she may offer a gesture of physical
comfort: a shoulder squeeze, a pat on the cheek,
etc. Actors' choice.]
WILDA
Gugrish is in town, had you seen? He’ll have stocked
some sleeping potions. And I can always cast
something on you. Ease your emotions for a time.
IGNATIUS
With respect, ma’am, a quick fix isn’t what I need.
WILDA
I understand. If you need someone to speak to…
IGNATIUS
You’re very kind. Thank you.
WILDA
Be well, my friend.
[She steps outside to rejoin her group, catching
sight of GWYDION leaving GUGRISH’s stall. It’s
impossible to avoid him altogether, so she gives
him a curt nod as he passes her in the opposite
direction. Gugrish beckons, and Wilda steps up
to the window, grimacing after Gwydion.]

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SCENE 5-C
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[Wilda has returned to speaking to her guests.]
WILDA
This brings me neatly to my final stop. Gugrish is
our goblin resident.
GUGRISH
Hardly a resident, my dear. Though I admire that you
keep trying.
WILDA
You’ve always a home here as long as you return.
GUGRISH
Greetings, travelers! Welcome all.
(To the crowd.)
You’ve chosen a rare clear night to visit Misthaven!
I assure you, the town is aptly named. Usually nearly
as boggy as home.
WILDA
I’m sure that a little dry air is welcome after your
travels.
GUGRISH
Indeed! Wilda refers, of course, to my recent journey
home. Any of you been to the Eastern Marshlands? Eh?
No? Dismal place, and that's coming from . Though
me
when the marsh bugs glow blue after dark, it does
exude a certain magic.
WILDA
To say nothing of its magic.
literal
GUGRISH
Yes, well. Glorious craftsfolk, goblins. My stocks
are well replenished with magical artefacts and
adventuring items, should you need them before
setting out. Never forge into the forest without a
potion of greater healing, I always say. And if you’d
like to hear more about the town or its lovely
founder, you can always stay and chat with me for a
while. Such a pleasure to meet young adventurers.
WILDA
Yes, well. I've much work to do.
(To the crowd.)
Enjoy your time in Misthaven! Drink, shop, stoke the
economy. We’re so pleased you’re here.

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[She leans in close to ask Gugrish in a low
voice—]
What did he buy?
GUGRISH
Two potions of invisibility.
[Wilda looks troubled by this news.]
WILDA
Truly? That is...less than ideal.
GUGRISH
I’m sorry. I can’t stop him from buying everything.
WILDA
I know, my friend. I only wonder what he may be
planning with them. My anti-magic warding should keep
him at bay whatever he attempts, so it's not as
though he can steal it back on his own. (Annoyed)
Does he continue to underestimate me? After all
truly
he's learned?
GUGRISH
Perhaps if you just organized a trade—
WILDA
You're entirely too trusting, Gug. If you give them a
fathom, they'll take a league. I didn't get where I
am by what I've broken my back to earn.
sharing
GUGRISH
...depth and distance aren’t comparable, my dear.
WILDA
You’ve been
(With a sharp, surprised laugh--)
reading!
GUGRISH
The wagon pulls itself! What else am I meant to be
doing?
WILDA
We'll make a sailor out of you yet, Gug.
[Wilda is shaking her head, despite her
persistent smile. As she readies to leave, she
pauses, sighing as she looks over her audience.]

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WILDA
You lot have stuck with me thus far. If
(To guests)
you’ve an interest in proving your usefulness and
earning a little extra coin, come and find me in my
office after eight bells. Preferably with
information.
[She squints toward the bar, where she sees
Callie, either speaking to guests or keeping a
watchful eye on the crowd.]
WILDA
I believe that several of my residents are not being
entirely forthcoming with me, and I don’t like
tension among my ranks. See what you can find out,
then report back to me--there's a reward in it for
you if you do. I respect loyalty.
[WILDA leaves the crowd, looking around at each
person she passes with mistrust. She heads for
her office at the far corner of the venue.]

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SCENE 5-D
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EXT - The Inn - Evening
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Gwydion stands in front of the entrance to the
forest grove, smoking a prop pipe. As Calliope
finishes her conversation, he beckons her over.
Callie slips across the square to meet him.
CALLIOPE
Not particularly subtle, are we?
GWYDION
Shush. Cast your eyes across the square. What do you
see?
CALLIOPE
...I've got quite a lot on, Gwyd.
(antsy, exasperated)
GWYDION
Just look.
CALLIOPE
Just .
tell me
GWYDION
Stubborn as ever. That will not always serve you so
well.
He gestures with his pipe at Wilda, then folds
his arms.
GWYDION
Our captain has...unburdened herself.
[Callie, sharp-eyed, looks across the square.]
CALLIOPE
...It's gone.
GWYDION
She has left it with her friend the
(Nodding.)
blacksmith.
CALLIOPE
And you intend to make a move now? Ignatius is also a
formidable foe. Especially to a wizard without magic.
I'm not sure you've thought this through very well.

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GWYDION
Do encourage my ire, child. I will require
not
assistance to retrieve the heart. That is where you
prove essential to this plan.
CALLIOPE
Why would I help you?
GWYDION
I know that you also wish to undermine her.
CALLIOPE
Not if it means putting you in charge.
GWYDION
Then perhaps I should sweeten the deal. Help me, and
I'll not tell Captain Wildsmith of your side business
venture.
CALLIOPE
I...I'm not sure I follow.
GWYDION
Calliope, I thought we were establishing a rapport.
Let's not start lying to one another now. You and
I...we have a very similar history with our dear
Captain. Let us not forget how her need for control
has misshapen our lives.
Calliope looks torn for a moment, wringing her
hands as she thinks. Finally, she looks at
Gwydion, and her frown subsides.
CALLIOPE
Fine. I'll formulate a plan and meet you in the grove
after eight bells.
GWYDION
Bring some friends. They will be well rewarded.
[He hands her a few gold coins before he walks
away.]

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SCENE 6-C
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[Gugrish is speaking to interested guests about
the history of the town as Wilda leaves for her
office.]
GUGRISH
Well now, travelers! It is truly so good to see
Misthaven so well-trafficked. I recall the earliest
days of the town's founding, when it was naught but
Wilda's crew that tread this earth. Now, would you
like to hear more on the town's founding?
[He pauses for audience interaction. If no one
responds, he will plow ahead anyway.]
GUGRISH
It was only a few short years ago that Misthaven was
founded. A terrible storm brought our Captain
Wildsmith to this very cove, and she fell in love
with it as I had. Her ship was in tatters, her crew
near exhaustion, but they made it to this shore,
where nothing stood but an old, crumbling warehouse
and a swarm of marsh bugs You know of them, right?
.
[He asks around, looking increasingly
disappointed with each denial. His ears droop.]
They hover close to the ground in swarms and light
the earth with a truly magical glow. I used to rest
here on my travels just to see them. And it was on
one such night that I met Wilda.
The next time I saw her in that place, she had been
on several more adventures, and told me of the magic
she had learned. Magic makes quick work of buildings
and roads, as you might imagine. It was not even a
month later that a whole town had sprung up in the
cove, protected and provided for by Wilda. It remains
one of my favorite places to set up shop. And if you
keep your eyes open at just the right time of night,
you can still see the marsh bugs glowing in the
trees. Now...would you like to hear more about the
Captain?
[If no one responds, as can happen, he will
share the story regardless, explaining to guests
that he loves to tell it.]

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GUGRISH
Ah, Captain Wildsmith. One of my dearest friends.
What did you think of her?
[He pauses for a moment for audience input.]
The night we met in this very cove, we spent many
hours talking of our travels. I had to invite her to
my caravan, as goblins are decidedly not made for
seafaring. My crazy Uncle Ugnik once tried to start a
fishing business, you know, despite knowing full well
that goblins sink like stones! Can you believe it?
Never did hear from him again. Ah, sorry...am I
getting off track?
When I met Wilda, she had only been a Captain for
some four years. Her former Captain had been cruel
and relentless, and he was hated by all. When he was
injured in battle, she knew that was her chance to
act. The crew staged a mutiny, and appointed her the
new captain of the ship--and so the became
Bullrush
t , and it burned through the Southern Seas
he Wildfire
like a beacon! Surely you all remember the tales that
reached as far as Highkeep of a woman who had slain
Cetus, the great monster of the Southern Seas? She
enjoyed enormous success those four years. With her
fortune and fleet, she founded Wildbrand Distillery.
And not even a year after , she met me and
that
founded Misthaven.

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SCENE 7-K
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EXT - The Inn - Evening
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Calliope is waiting outside the inn for guests
to regroup with her.
CALLIOPE
Is that everyone brave enough to join me? I trust you
said nothing of this meeting to Wilda if she asked.
Okay, good. Well, there's been a slight change in
plans, so come with me.
[Callie leads the group through the archway into
the forest grove behind the inn. Gwydion awaits
the guests there, pacing expectantly.]
GWYDION
Surprisingly competent of you, Calliope. All of you,
come sit.
[The clearing is filled with a circle of log
benches. Guests sit to listen to Gwydion speak.]

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SCENE 8-G
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INT - The Tavern - Evening
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[Arden has been speaking to guests at the bar,
asking if any of them want a little extra coin
for doing a small bit of lifting. He now leaves
the tavern through the back door to meet them in
the warehouse.]
ARDEN
Thank you for offering to help. I can’t offer much,
but each of you will get a gold piece for your
trouble. I’m afraid we’re short-handed since Lawrence
took a contract as a privateer last month. The town
seems idyllic, but…it can be hard to find new
residents. But I didn’t call you in here to complain.
Welcome to the warehouse, by the way. Come through to
the loading area with me.
[He leads guests through the warehouse, which is
stacked with crates and barrels marked with
Wilda’s brand, and into a brick-floored room
with a ramp on one side. The ramp leads directly
into the hull of a ship.]
ARDEN
This is where the Captain offloads her cargo.
Everything sold in the town comes off one of her
three ships, aside from Gugrish’s artifacts. That’s
her logo on all the barrels — the fire. She supplies
metal, rum, cloth, and sugar to the merchants here,
and takes a cut of everything we make. I suppose it's
her right, since she founded the town and all,
but…well, there’s not a lot of profit to be made,
working for a pirate.
[He clears his throat, seeming to realize he’s
been rambling.]
ARDEN
Anyway, I just can’t move these kegs by myself. Two
more should do it. Just help move them into the
storage room in the tavern. It’s connected, just
through here…
[He points into the back room of the tavern,
which is empty aside from a wall-mounted shelf
and a few sketches pinned to the walls. Guests
who have seen him with a sketchbook will
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mostly quick and loose sketches of a figure in
motion.]
ARDEN
The barrels are through here.
[He steps back into the loading area and
approaches an empty expanse of brick wall. He
runs his hand along the wall until he finds a
specific brick, and presses it in. A hidden door
swings out of the wall.]
ARDEN
You can never be too careful, and all that.
[He helps guests shift two of the barrels from
the secret room into the back room of the
tavern. When they are finished, he hands over a
single gold coin to each helper.]
ARDEN
Thank you for your assistance. Your reward, as
promised. It’s two gold for most things at the bar,
so you’re well on your way to earning yourselves a
celebratory drink. And, er, if you’re looking to help
with something else…meet back here after nine bells.
I can’t guarantee a reward, but it will be worth your
time.

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SCENE 8-D — 9-D
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EXT - Forest Grove - Evening
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GWYDION
For those of you who do not yet know me, I am
Gwydion, once a mage of the Order of the Natural
World. My power lies among the trees...(he reaches up
...and the tides.
to brush some low-hanging leaves)
Rather, it Those among you with the aptitude for
did.
the arcane have no doubt already sensed it, but this
town is warded against all magic. No caster or
conjurer may enact their will inside of these walls.
That is the doing of the town's founder, who fears
the free will of others. Her desire for control has
made her a tyrant.
[He speaks with big sweeping flourishes of his
staff and billowing cloak. Alongside the
dramatic lighting of the space, he seems a bit
larger-than-life.]
CALLIOPE
Are the theatrics strictly necessary?
GWYDION
...theatrics?
(genuinely confused)
CALLIOPE
Forget it. What's your point?
GWYDION
As my friend so gently suggests, there is a greater
'point' to all of this. Wilda Wildsmith is many
things, but she is not a witch. The magic she uses to
maintain this town is not her own. It was stolen--
from me.
[A brief pause for effect.]
You see, I was once known as the Mage of the
Maelstrom. I could bend the seas to my will with a
turn of my staff, shattering galleons upon the rocks
with ease as they approached the shores of my tower.
I nearly took down the entire pirate operation in the
Southern Seas by conjuring great storms to lead them
astray. It was glorious! And then...
[He looks distant, quieting himself suddenly as
his voice rises too loud.]

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I became careless. I summoned my great sea beast,
Cetus, to take down a pirate who continually passed
too close to my shores. She always managed to elude
my storms, so I knew I needed to make a more dramatic
move. I imbued the creature with my magic, and sent
it to kill her. And she...bested it. I underestimated
her, and for that, I paid most dearly. That wretched
woman bested my creature, and in doing so…she stole
my Heart.
[Gwydion doesn't realize that this is funny, or
that no one knows what he's talking about. He
hangs his head in grief as Callie looks around
the room, meeting confused eyes.]
CALLIOPE
He doesn't hear it. Explain that
(Louder, to Gwydion)
one to us non-magical folk.
[Still tremendously serious, Gwydion looks up.
His eyes are intense and a bit wild, his tone
deathly low.]
GWYDION
A wizard's Heart is not the same as the organ in your
chest. It is his source of magic, the very essence
which allows him to cast. Without it, he is without
power entirely, which is why it must be so carefully
protected. Most keep it close. Once a wizard's power
manifests, so too does his Heart, and the opportunity
to forge it into whatever he wishes. Some keep their
Hearts as glowing flames atop their highest keeps,
others as gemstones in their staffs. They are
eternally malleable, ever changing, so that a wizard
may carry their magic with them wherever they may go,
and keep it well hidden. I imbued my sea creature
with the power of my Heart so that I might control it
from my keep -- and that is where I met my downfall.
Captain Wildsmith slayed my creature and took my
power for herself. And alas, she has not made the
same mistake that I did. She has never been parted
from this stolen power. Until now.
CALLIOPE
Wilda always keeps the heart on her belt in a canvas
satchel. Tonight, Gwydion tells me he saw her
entering the blacksmith’s shop and leaving without
it. Seems she’s nervous about it being stolen, and is
having her friend look after it. This is good news
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GWYDION
I cannot be seen anywhere near Ignatius’s shop, or
else he’ll never leave it. I need you all to form a
distraction and steal back the heart so that Wilda
can no longer hold this town in an iron grip. And if
a sense of morality is not enough to sway you…perhaps
you will be tempted by a reward of gold.
CALLIOPE
I don’t want any of you to feel badly about this.
Wilda has spent her life taking all she can from
others and only caring for herself. She controls
everything in this town, as both merchant and
monarch. This plan will merely help those of us she
has abused and forgotten to regain the upper hand.
We’ve stood idly by for far too long, hoping she
would change. It’s apparent now that she’s never
going to.
GWYDION
You’ve a way with words, Calliope.
CALLIOPE
Shush. I believe I have a plan that will work, but it
requires all of you. We will need two groups to
infiltrate the storeroom behind the blacksmith’s shop
— one to distract Ignatius, and another to sneak in
and steal the heart. Fortunately, the blacksmith’s
storeroom is connected to the tailor’s storeroom, so
we can sneak a group in through the tailor’s shop.
Tillie is a friend of mine, so she should let us in.
But before we do anything…two groups, please. If
you’re interested in infiltration and are up for a
bit of lifting, with me. If not, with Gwydion.
[The guests split into groups.]
CALLIOPE
Excellent. I was hoping I’d
(Aside, to her group.)
get you lot. We’re going to need to approach Tillie
with a delivery, so follow me when we leave here.
There are some empty crates beside the tavern that
you can carry into the shop. When you get there, tell
her that you have a delivery, and she should let you
into the access corridor. From there, leave the empty
crates in the hall and enter the blacksmith’s shop
from the other door. The heart should be there,
though you may have to dig for it. Wilda keeps it in
a brown satchel with golden strings. And of course,
we’ll need to keep our stories straight. If she asks,
what should we be delivering? Any ideas?

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[Calliope pauses for guest input. If they
suggest something other than a fabric, she will
ask for a type of cloth instead, and maybe ask
the guest if they’re familiar with what a tailor
does. If they suggest a man-made fibre that
would not exist in the fantasy world, she will
be confused by it, but use it nonetheless.]
CALLIOPE
Wonderful. So we’re all clear, in these crates is a
delivery of imported [fabric] from the Cleaver Coast.
All the crates around here have Wildbrand’s stamp on
them, so she shouldn’t question that the delivery is
from Wilda’s ships. I’ll show you where the crates
are, and we can get going.
GWYDION
So you’re the competent ones,
(Aside, to his group.)
I assume? Good. You have the much more difficult
task, if I am to be honest with you…but you seem more
than up to the challenge. I cannot go with you, but
Calliope will be nearby. Your job is to distract the
blacksmith as your friends over there retrieve the
heart. I can tell you that Ignatius is an
intimidating man, but an approachable one. He will
speak to you for a long time about his work If you
get him started. It’s best not to ask him anything
— he will refuse to speak about his family
personal
or his past. Rumor has it that he is hiding out here
from the law after committing a murder in his
homeland. If you broach the subject, he will surely
end the conversation and return inside. You must not
allow him to do that until Calliope gives you the
high sign. Is that perfectly understood?
He awaits audience confirmation.
Grand. I shall remain here and eagerly await your
successful return.
He raises a single finger, leaning in close to
the group.
You would be wise not to betray me at any point
during this operation. I would hate for any of you to
end up on the wrong side of history.
Calliope takes the groups around the front of
the inn. Here, she shows one group where to get
crates and walks with them into the tailor’s
shop.

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SCENE 9-C
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[Ignatius, the blacksmith, approaches Gugrish’s
cart.]
IGNATIUS
How fared you on the road to the marshes, my friend?
GUGRISH
Ignatius! I have a
(Wheezing a delighted chuckle)
suspicion why you’ve come, but it is still a pleasant
surprise to see you about the town. So rarely have I
seen you leave your shop.
IGNATIUS
Work keeps me busy.
GUGRISH
Well, I can understand. Though I’m not sure the
that
last time I saw you about in the daylight...or
moonlight, as it were.
[He raises an arm at Ignatius’s face, where a
long white scar cuts from his forehead to his
jaw.]
It seems to be healing well. Fainter then last I saw
you. It no longer causes you pain, I hope?
IGNATIUS
Mm. No.
GUGRISH
As talkative as ever. I could guess that you’re here
for these?
He nods to the shelf of potions beside his
window, where a row of vials labeled ‘sleeping
draft’ sit.
Take as many as you need.
Ignatius picks up four vials, reaching into his
pocket.
GUGRISH
No charge.

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IGNATIUS
I can’t possibly take these for free.
GUGRISH
Your gold is no good here, Ignatius. If anyone
deserves peace, it is you. Rest well.
IGNATIUS
I will owe you a favour the next time you’re in town.
GUGRISH
If it eases your mind, I shall try to think of one.
[Following their transaction, the two will speak
of other happenings in the world if need be to
fill the time until Calliope’s group arrives to
distract Ignatius. They may speak of trade or
politics in other cities, and invent the
circumstances as long as they remain within the
realm of fantasy.]

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SCENE 8-H TO 9-H
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INT - Wilda's Office - Evening
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[Wilda awaits guests at her office area. As
guests return to her with information, she pays
them gold coins depending on how valuable it is.
If a guest tells her about Callie and Gwydion
stealing the heart, she will be initially
shocked and angry, then calm herself, and tell
them she needs some time to form a plan of
retaliation. This scene remains unaffected.
As groups come through, she will give them some
variation of her tale. She may give all the
following accounts, or just one or two of them.]
WILDA
Ridiculous, isn’t it? A pirate reduced to doing
paperwork? I don’t want you all to get your stories
twisted — I was a pirate in my day. I continue
grand
to be one, when I’m not chained to this ridiculous
desk. I suppose you’ve all heard tales of my
exploits. Surely that’s why you’re all standing
around with those stunned looks on your faces. Do I
intimidate you? Yes? Good, good.
[She leans back in her chair, gazing around the
room thoughtfully, and picks a tale.]
WILDA
Beautiful sword, isn’t it? (She points to a sword
mounted behind her desk. Its gold handle loops around
into a hand guard, and circles to a taper partway
A trophy from my greatest battle.
down the sword.)
Have you heard the legend of Cetus? It was the great
monster of the Southern Seas some ten years ago.
Hideous thing, all long and scaled and covered in
tentacles. Like a millipede.
[She shudders, remembering.]
Mysterious storms would sweep in from the ocean
without warning, churning up water spouts and
maelstroms, and the sea monster with them. Most
vessels stayed clear of this shore, fearing it was
cursed. It took a pirate with a small fleet to get
anywhere close. You see, the lighthouse sailors could
make out on the cliffs never shined. Hearing tales of
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all, but a wizard’s tower. Were a wizard living on
this shore, he could conjure creatures and storms at
his will. But a wizard alone cannot fight off three
ships at once. I’ve a small fleet, but a fleet
nonetheless. The wizard of the tower could never
destroy us all. I lost a ship that night. But I
slayed the creature.
[She points triumphantly at the sword, then
reaches to her face, miming two long whiskers
from beside her nose.]
Cetus had two long tentacles here, like whiskers on a
catfish. I carved them from its head and had them
cast in gold, then made into two swords. The other
hangs in my captain’s quarters on the As
Wildfire.
for the wizard…
[She glances out the window, her eyes
narrowing.]
He no longer poses a threat.
[After a time conversing with guests,
improvising dialogue, she will tell them about
her business.]
WILDA
Have any of you tried the rum at the tavern yet?
Good, isn’t it? I have my own distillery on a small
island north of here. I had to do something with all
that sugar I was running through the islands, and my
crews were drinking so much rum on shore leave that I
thought I might as well start making something off of
it. It can be nice to have an honest business to fall
back on. Well…honest enough. The crown never comes
snooping around these parts, so it’s not as though I
have to declare what I’m earning. Or that it even
exists at all. Plenty of pirate-run ports around here
to sell to tax-free. It’s a positive for everybody
involved. And I do rather like being in charge of a
small conglomerate. It’s just the bookkeeping that
drives me mad.
[She slaps a hand down on her open ledger,
glowering at it.]
That said, I’m making less than ever in town,
this
which is concerning. I control all the trade. I
provide all the raw materials. I set the prices. I
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evening, so nobody else could possibly be supplying
them. People are still rum, I’m just not
drinking
seeing the profit. And it’s not as though Arden is
skimming anything off the top, or he wouldn’t still
be living the way he does. Unless he’s giving it to
someone else…but that boy keeps to himself. (She
Listen to me, rambling. I’m not sure why I’m
sighs.)
thinking aloud with a group of strangers standing
around. I suppose, looking around, I realise I don’t
have many friends. Though I’ve been terribly good at
making enemies.
[She rubs her temples and sighs.]
Well, I suppose since you’re only passing through,
it’s alright. As I’ve stated before, if you have any
useful information for me about the town, I have coin
to give you. For reference, most drinks at the tavern
are two gold pieces. So it’s worth your time to make
an ally of me.
[Wilda remains in her office to answer questions
and gather information from guests.]

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SCENE 10-H
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INT - Wilda's Office - Evening
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[Wilda sits in her office chair, having just
finished speaking with guests. There comes a
knock at the door.]
WILDA
Ah, shit. I’d forgotten I had a meeting. I suppose it
can’t wait. Come in!
[Arden, the tavern owner, steps in.]
ARDEN
Bad timing?
WILDA
Not at all. I asked you to come, I’ll not make you
leave. I understand you’re busy.
ARDEN
Cheers.
[He steps inside and closes the door, eyeing
their assembled audience warily as he approaches
the desk.]
ARDEN
What’s this about?
WILDA
I’d like you to check my sales book. Everything look
right to you?
[She spins the ledger around, shoving it across
the desk towards him. Arden leans over, planting
both hands on the edge of the desk, and frowns.]
ARDEN
I’m not much for numbers, Captain.
WILDA
You .
run a business
ARDEN
I inherited a business. It wasn’t my first choice.
WILDA
You’d rather sit around and draw our residents all
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sketches of her?
ARDEN
I…I don’t…
WILDA
Does this look correct?
ARDEN
I suppose it does. You know better than I.
WILDA
I’ve sold barrels of rum in the last three days?
two
ARDEN
I don’t control what the people buy,
(Shrugging)
ma’am.
[Wilda’s annoyance is poorly contained. She is
clearly seething, her fingers like claws as she
sinks them into the ledger and swipes it back.]
WILDA
You’re lucky I’ve been out of town. If I‘d been
here—If I’d had proof—
ARDEN
What exactly is it you’re accusing me of?
WILDA
You tell me.
ARDEN
I’m not selling more than I declare. You can count
the barrels in the storeroom and see.
WILDA
I have. If you’re not selling it, there must be a
reason.
ARDEN
Have you considered that you’re charging an
exorbitant rate that people just don’t want to pay?
WILDA
Don’t be ridiculous. And since when do you use words
like ‘exorbitant?’
ARDEN
I’m starting to feel like you just called me out here
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not to double-check your ledgers.
WILDA
I’m a busy woman. I can multitask.
ARDEN
Well. If that’s all.
WILDA
I suppose it will have to be.
[Arden opens his mouth as if to say something,
then closes it again, shakes his head, and walks
out.]
WILDA
I don’t trust that man. But I don’t think he’s smart
enough to be hiding anything from me. If only I could
be in three places at once.
[She holds her head in her hands and sighs,
staring down at her ledger.]
Perhaps my ambition is finally catching up with me.
[She lifts her head to look around at the
remaining guests.]
Well? Don’t you all have things to be doing?

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SCENE 10-F
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Calliope leads guests with crates to a door and
holds it open for them, following inside to the
TAILOR'S SHOP.
CALLIOPE
Tillie? You in here?
[Tillie looks up from the cashier’s table,
surprised, then quickly flustered.]
TILLIE
Calliope? Is that you? Oh—hi! I hadn’t expected…I
mean, it's always lovely to see you! How are you? Is
there something you need?
[She walks around the counter, smoothing down
the front of her apron with a nervous smile,
which falters when she sees all the people with
boxes.]
TILLIE
Oh, a delivery? I wasn’t expecting one.
[Her brow furrows. Calliope enters the shop,
leaning her elbows on the counter.]
CALLIOPE
Well, that’s the joy of a pirate supplier. Surprise
windfalls.
TILLIE
I suppose so…but I don’t want to pay Wilda for more
stock than I can sell. Is it worth it? What did you
bring me?
[Callie looks to the guests to answer the
question. If they can’t get their stories
straight, she’ll cover for them.]
CALLIOPE
It’s supposed to cut like butter.
TILLIE
You don’t say?
(Clearly distracted by Calliope)
Alright. The storeroom is unlocked. Just stack them
there, and tell Wilda I’ll settle up with her in the
morning.

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CALLIOPE
You heard the lady. Be quick. Best not to keep a busy
woman waiting.
[She winks at Tillie, who dissolves, flustered.
Calliope leaves the shop through the front door,
going to check on the other group.
Callie waits at the center of the main square
for the thieves to return from the tailor’s
shop, keeping a watchful eye on the group
distracting Ignatius by Gugrish’s caravan. If
either group seems to be having trouble, she can
step in.]

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SCENE 12-D
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Guests return to the forest grove after nine
bells to return the heart. Gwydion meets them,
pacing.
GWYDION
Well?
CALLIOPE
We have it.
GWYDION
Give it to me.
CALLIOPE
Tsk tsk. Ask nice.
GWYDION
Give it to me, if you want to keep all your fingers.
CALLIOPE
…be a dear and give Gwydion the Heart.
(To guests)
[Gwydion takes it from the guest, slipping the
Heart out of the satchel and cupping it in his
hands in reverence. It appears as a rough-hewn
lump of cloudy blue tourmaline which begins to
glow in his hands. Huge black patches cover the
surface, like bruises on a rotting fruit. This
does not seem to bother Gwydion in the least.]
GWYDION
Long have I awaited its safe return. And no one
suspected…?
CALLIOPE
I don’t think so. This lot did remarkably well. I was
surprised and impressed.
GWYDION
It matters not. You have served your purpose. And
once this town is under my control, and its owner
devoid of power, you shall be well rewarded.
CALLIOPE
Whatever you say, Gwydion.
(Blowing the threat off)
I’ve got other things to do. If any of you want to
join me, hurry up.

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[Gwydion scowls and carefully places the heart
in the glowing hollow of a tree behind him.
Callie exits the grove, clearly tired of
Gwydion, and quietly invites some people after
her.]

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SCENE 13-E
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EXT. - Blacksmith's - Evening
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[Tillie locks up her shop and wanders for a
moment through the square, asking guests about
their nights and how they like Misthaven. As she
spots Ignatius, she approaches him. Her previous
conversations with guests should alert them to
the following interaction. Ignatius is sitting
outside his own shop, sharpening a blade on a
stone.]
TILLIE
Evening, Ignatius.
Ignatius glances up and nods.
TILLIE
Er…mind if I sit a moment?
[Ignatius’s expression says that he would mind,
but he says nothing. Tillie sits on the stoop
beside him.]
IGNATIUS
What troubles you?
[Tillie sighs, picking at the fraying hem of her
apron.]
TILLIE
Do you get the feeling that something is…odd? In
town?
IGNATIUS
I’m not sure how you mean.
TILLIE
I mean that this place used to feel safe. And now it
feels like everyone around me is hiding something,
and I’m not in on any of it, and…I don’t know. It’s
like we’re living in worlds that run parallel but
never cross. Does that make any sense?
[Ignatius grunts, a possible agreement.
Tillie sighs — looks around. She calls over the
closest person.]

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TILLIE
Hi. I have an odd question for you. Does it seem like
anything…odd is going on in this town tonight? Like,
people look kind of shifty?
[She waits for the people to respond.]
TILLIE
And do you maybe…know anything about that?
[Again, she waits for them to respond.]
TILLIE
I see. Thank you.
IGNATIUS
I doubt that’s the best way to get information.
TILLIE
Excuse me?
[He shrugs.]
IGNATIUS
If people are being secretive, the best thing you can
do is be secretive in return.
TILLIE
What, like spying on my neighbours?
IGNATIUS
I didn’t say that.
TILLIE
You implied it.
IGNATIUS
Whatever you think.
[They sit in silence, Tillie resting her head in
her hands, until she spots Calliope entering the
warehouse with a group of guests.]
TILLIE
I’ll see you.
IGNATIUS
Do be careful.
[Tillie follows behind the group a few paces
behind.]

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SCENE 13-G
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INT - The Warehouse - Night
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[Calliope enters the warehouse with her
remaining group. Inside, she leads them through
to the loading dock. Arden, the tavern owner,
waits inside. When she sees him, Calliope runs
over and wraps him in a quick hug.
Tillie sneaks in behind the group, hiding behind
a barrel to watch the exchange. If she is caught
by a member of the audience, this dialogue may
be interrupted at that point by SCENE 14-G.]
CALLIOPE
Sorry I’m late.
ARDEN
Not a problem. I know you’re busy.
He releases her and looks over her shoulder.
ARDEN
And you’ve brought friends?
CALLIOPE
I trust them. They’ve been with me all evening. I
think...we can tell them.
[Arden looks around to see if he recognizes any
of the assembled faces from earlier, in Wilda’s
office. If he does, he’ll point them out, and
ask about their loyalties.]
ARDEN
Right, then. Some of you may have seen this already,
when I was moving barrels earlier. But this warehouse
was built before the town was founded. It has a
network of hidden rooms and tunnels connected to it
that not even Wilda knows about. And that’s how we’ve
been using it to import rum from her competitors, to
drive down the prices.
[Callie sits atop a nearby barrel, her chin in
her hands.]
CALLIOPE
Wilda‘s greed and selfishness has always been what
makes her a difficult captain. It’s also what makes
her an leader. To live with, work with, or
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negotiate with.
ARDEN
Ask anyone who works in this town, and they’ll tell
you that they survive on scraps. Wilda marks up her
goods so much that we can scarcely make a profit to
live on.
CALLIOPE
Unless you’re Ignatius, and you supply all
(Scowling)
her ships and crew with weapons.
ARDEN
Wilda has no shortage of enemies in the waters
surrounding Misthaven. That's made it easy to import
competitors' rum. And when they come collecting for
the profit, they take much less of it.
CALLIOPE
Amazing what you can convince pirates to do when they
hold a grudge.
ARDEN
We'd been using the tunnels connected to the
warehouse to reach the far side of the cliffs, where
enemy ships could dock unseen. But there have been
rumblings from the mountains, causing cave-ins.
CALLIOPE
Some idiot adventurers woke a dragon, I'd wager.
ARDEN
So the path to the hidden dock has been sealed shut.
That means we're going to have to find a new way to
import cheaper goods -- without Wilda suspecting
anything.
CALLIOPE
We may not have that luxury anymore.
ARDEN
What do you mean?
[Calliope fidgets.]
CALLIOPE
Gwydion has the heart.
ARDEN
Shit. How did he manage that?
Shit!

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[He looks at Callie, who refuses to meet his
eyes, and realization dawns.]
CALLIOPE
I didn't know what else to do. I'm not going back to
a life where Wilda walks all over us. I know it's
drastic, but he might be our best hope to even the
odds.
ARDEN
I hope you know what you're doing.
CALLIOPE
Don't you trust me?
ARDEN
I...yes. Of course.
CALLIOPE
I need to count on your support if
(To the audience)
something happens. Wilda is more suspicious than ever
tonight, and I fear she's going to come looking. I
need you all to stall her, lie to her...if she
interrogates you, tell her nothing.
ARDEN
Callie knows better than anyone how selfish Wilda can
be. She cares little for the impact her actions have
on others.
CALLIOPE
Enough.
[She waves her hands like she's shooing him
away, standing from her barrel.]
CALLIOPE
I fear Gwydion may do something drastic tonight with
the Heart. So I suppose I just wanted you all to know
the full scope of what's going on here, in case you
are asked to choose where your loyalties lie.
ARDEN
Feel free to look around in here before you leave.
The Wildfire is docked just there.
CALLIOPE
And do try to be inconspicuous when you exit.

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SCENE 14-G
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INT - The Warehouse - Night
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[Tillie steps out from behind her barrel, her
hands raised in a pacifying gesture as she
approaches Calliope. Her steps are shaky.]
TILLIE
I didn't mean to...
CALLIOPE
What? Get caught?
ARDEN
What are you doing skulking around in here?
TILLIE
I was just looking for a delivery...it was supposed
to arrive today...
CALLIOPE
Like the delivery you received not an hour ago?
TILLIE
I--I-- I'm ! I just had to know
(she crumbles)-- sorry
what was going on!
[She looks like she might cry, glancing around
at the audience desperately for help. Her voice
softens as she turns back to Calliope, hardly
able to meet her eyes.]
TILLIE
...please don't hurt me.
[Calliope looks genuinely stunned by this.]
CALLIOPE
It seems I may be developing the wrong sort of
reputation.
She steps closer to Tillie, grabbing her by the
shoulders.
CALLIOPE
I'm a smuggler, not a murderer. I'm not...(she sighs,
I wouldn't let myself
struggling to find the words).
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TILLIE
Captain Wildsmith deserves to know what you're doing.
She could change. She could help.
CALLIOPE
Captain Wildsmith what she's doing. She's been
knows
doing it all her life. She takes absolutely
everything she can get away with and ignores the
rest. Have you seen the way she dresses? The gold-
plated swords she keeps in her office? Do you even
how she became a captain, on our ship all those
know
years ago--
ARDEN
Careful...
CALLIOPE
It doesn't matter. People don't change when they have
all they want.
TILLIE
Do you not have all you want?
CALLIOPE
You can't honestly tell me you're happy here. You'd
live in Misthaven for the rest of your life? Never
earning enough to leave? Never achieving your dreams?
TILLIE
My dreams are small enough to exist here.
CALLIOPE
Not everyone is so lucky, Tils.
TILLIE
I guess I can understand that.
ARDEN
We're pooling money for a ship.
CALLIOPE
(She whirls and glares at him, then sighs, turning
I've been working for
back to the guests and Tillie.)
one all my life. This is the first time I've been
close.
TILLIE
You're...leaving?
CALLIOPE
Keep this between us, Tils, and you can come with us.

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We can see the world. Wilda is none the wiser until
we're long gone.
TILLIE
(She takes a moment to think about this, still
ou'd take me?
seeming worried.) ...y
CALLIOPE
I wouldn't dream of leaving you behind!
(Overacting.)
TILLIE
Okay. Alright. I'll keep your secret. So long as no
one's getting hurt.
ARDEN
That remains to be seen. Gwydion has the Heart.
TILLIE
However did he get it from Wilda?
ARDEN
She--
CALLIOPE
It doesn't matter.
[She sweeps up Tillie's hands in hers, looking
to the audience.]
CALLIOPE
In fact, you're all welcome aboard our crew. If we
can just clear out the rubble in the tunnels, we can
get this operation back up and running.
ARDEN
Sure, but you've got a show to do, yeah? Maybe save
the secret council for afterwards.
CALLIOPE
Right you are.
[She looks around at the crowd.]
CALLIOPE
You heard the man. Make yourselves scarce. Oh, and--
if you can scrounge up any coin around here, bring it
to me. We can get moving faster that way.

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SCENE 14-H
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INT - Wilda's Office - Night
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[If a guest tells Wilda that the heart is
missing, she will send them to tell Ignatius. He
will arrive at her office to discuss it.
Ignatius enters looking harried, followed by the
guests who went to retrieve him.]
IGNATIUS
Captain Wildsmith, I assure you, I will find who did
this. I would lay down my life to ensure that I make
this mistake right--
WILDA
Enough, Iggy. It's alright.
IGNATIUS
Captain, you are at risk while the wizard
(Stunned)
possesses the Heart--
WILDA
He'll not make a move until I appear in the town
square.
IGNATIUS
All due respect, Captain, you cannot be
possibly
certain of that.
WILDA
I am many things, my young friend, but a fool is not
one. I know how our sorcerer operates. He'll not seek
me out in the confines of my office. He desires a
spectacle.
IGNATIUS
Ma'am, I really must insist you allow me to retrieve
the Heart before that can happen.
WILDA
On this, we are agreed.
[She turns to the guests.]
WILDA
Where did you say the Heart was being kept?
[She awaits their answer. If they do not
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checking the woods.]
WILDA
Of course he would keep it in the forest. Behind the
Inn, I should think, where he can retrieve it with
ease. Take these exemplary folks with you, Iggy, and
retrieve the heart for me. I recommend you take the
back path, to avoid arousing suspicion.
IGNATIUS
We shall see it done, Captain.
[He gives a stiff little bow and quickly leaves,
followed by the guests.
After retrieving the heart from the tree hollow,
the group returns it to Wilda, who clips the bag
back to her belt.]
WILDA
Excellent work, all of you. Let's not do this again,
hmm? And for your trouble...
[She hands each of the guests two gold coins
from a purse on her hip.]
WILDA
You've made this town safer, and I thank you.

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SCENE 18-A
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Ending 1 - EXT - Main Square - Night
____________________________________
(This version of the ending is performed IF
Wilda ends the play with the Heart and IF
Tillie or a guest betrays Calliope.)
[Wilda enters as Calliope is completing a
performance in the town square. Her performance
art would vary based on the actor's abilities,
but likely be a form of acrobatics mixed with
dance.
The Heart hangs from Wilda's belt.
Gwydion bursts in with a shout, causing the
music to cut out. The lights flicker menacingly.
His gaze falls on Wilda across the square, and
he pushes through the assembled crowd, taking
Calliope's place on the stage.]
GWYDION
YOU! Wretched, conniving harpy! What have you done
with it? How did you know?
[He turns and reaches for Calliope, his fingers
closing around her throat. She grasps at his
hand, gasping.]
GWYDION
I sent you to find a group I could trust. You failed
me.
CALLIOPE
How...should I...have known?
(Choked)
GWYDION
Useless!
[He releases her with a flourish and she drops
to her knees, gasping and coughing. Arden rushes
forward and stands beside the stage, helping her
down and to her feet.]
WILDA
Do not let me see you threatening my residents again,
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rests in my perfectly capable hands.
[She reaches for the satchel on her belt and
produces the Heart, a sort of gemstone with
glowing cracks running along its surface.]
WILDA
I've been kind enough to allow you into my town thus
far. I will not make the same mistake going forward.
GWYDION
Charlatan. You wield that stolen power like a child.
How could you hope to summon the magic to keep me
out?
WILDA
I wouldn't test me. My aptitude for magic grows
stronger every day, and you have no shortage of
enemies in the area who would be happy to teach me.
GWYDION
Enough with the empty threats, old woman. You haven't
the stomach to kill me.
[Wilda draws her sword and mounts the stage,
pressing the tip to Gwydion's chest, right above
his heart.]
WILDA
This will be your final warning. The next time you
threaten this town, my blade strikes true.
[She enunciates her words by twisting the hilt,
driving the tip of the sword harder against his
chest. Gwydion shows a flicker of fear.]
GWYDION
This will not stand.
(Wavering)
WILDA
. Lock him in the brig. I will decide later
Enough
whether or not I am feeling merciful.
[Two townsfolk approach and grab Gwydion by the
arms, dragging him away through the crowd.]
WILDA
Now that's done--
TILLIE
Wait! Captain Wildsmith! I have something important

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to show you!
[Tillie pushes through the crowd, breathlessly
collapsing with her palms on the edge of the
stage. She throws down a stack of documents -- a
number of torn and crumpled pencil sketches and
a ledger bound in worn leather, pages sticking
out at odd angles from the mismatched paper.]
TILLIE
I--oh!
[She seems to realize that she's in the middle
of a crowd, and all are looking at her.]
TILLIE
I'm terribly sorry to interrupt. I can speak to you
later in your office, if--
WILDA
Not at all. If you've something important to share,
then we all deserve to hear it.
[Tillie picks up the ledger and removes a page,
passing it up to Wilda. She's trembling, and
can't look Callie in the eye.]
CALLIOPE
No!
WILDA
Well, well. I suppose I've solved my rum-stocking
issues.
[She glares down at Calliope, who shirks away.]
WILDA
This is more than enough evidence to have you exiled
from my town. You would work alongside my sworn
enemies?
[Calliope straightens up, pushing Arden away.]
CALLIOPE
They were offering better prices.
WILDA
Calliope, I don't understand. I protected you all
these years. We sailed together, we fought side-by-
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CALLIOPE
You mutinied against me.
WILDA
Oh, for the love...don't be so ! You weren't
childish
captain, you were only first mate. It wasn't
personal--I didn't mutiny against you.
CALLIOPE
When Captain Hargrave lay dying, I nearly had a ship
of my own in my grasp. All I'd worked for was nearly
mine, and you it. As you ruin everything.
ruined
WILDA
You cannot expect others to play fair in our line of
business, my dear. What you do not take will be taken
for you.
CALLIOPE
I refuse to live by your rules any longer.
WILDA
So be it.
[She draws her sword, the gold gleaming off the
handle as the lights flare. Calliope has no
sword of her own, and reaches to steal Arden's
off his hip. He grabs for her, but she's too
quick, and she slips away to mount the stage.]
ARDEN
Stop! You'll kill each other!
CALLIOPE
At least I would take her down with me.
WILDA
How can you say that? You were like a child to me!
CALLIOPE
Then you were a mother.
terrible
[With a roar, Wilda swings. Calliope parries
easily, though she's clearly still weakened from
being attacked by Gwydion. The two women circle
one another, fighting in flurries before dancing
away to exchange taunts.]
CALLIOPE
I thought you were supposed to be the stuff of
legend.

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WILDA
I hadn't realized that you wished me to kill you.
CALLIOPE
Stop holding back!
(Agitated)
[They clash again, exchanging blows for another
round. At last, Calliope loses her balance and
Wilda kicks her in the stomach, sending her
backwards. She lands on the ground, struggling
to get back to her feet, but Wilda's sword is
already at her throat by the time she gathers
herself. She sinks back down, raising her hands
slowly.]
WILDA
That is the problem with the people in this town.
Always underestimating me.
CALLIOPE
Hurry up and kill me, then. I can't stand to hear you
gloat.
WILDA
I'm not the monster you have convinced yourself I am.
[She lowers the tip of her sword as she goes to
pick Calliope's weapon up off the ground,
holstering it.]
WILDA
If I see either of you in these walls again, you know
what awaits you.
[Calliope gathers herself off the ground and
hurries through the crowd to the gates, Arden
trailing behind her.]

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SCENE 18-A
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____________________________________
(This version of the ending is performed IF
Wilda ends the play with the Heart and IF
nobody betrays Calliope's plot.)
[Wilda enters as Calliope is completing a
performance in the town square. Her performance
art would vary based on the actor's abilities,
but likely be a form of acrobatics mixed with
dance.
The Heart hangs from Wilda's belt.
Gwydion bursts in with a shout, causing the
music to cut out. The lights flicker menacingly.
His gaze falls on Wilda across the square, and
he pushes through the assembled crowd, taking
Calliope's place on the stage.]
GWYDION
YOU! Wretched, conniving harpy! What have you done
with it? How did you know?
He turns and reaches for Calliope, his fingers
closing around her throat. She grasps at his
hand, gasping.
GWYDION
I sent you to find a group I could trust. You failed
me.
CALLIOPE
How...should I...have known?
(Choked)
GWYDION
Useless!
[He releases her with a flourish and she drops
to her knees, gasping and coughing. Arden rushes
forward and stands beside the stage, helping her
down and to her feet.]
WILDA
Do not let me see you threatening my residents again,
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rests in my perfectly capable hands.
[She reaches for the satchel on her belt and
produces the Heart, a sort of gemstone with
glowing cracks running along its surface.]
WILDA
I've been kind enough to allow you into my town thus
far. I will not make the same mistake going forward.
GWYDION
Charlatan. You wield that stolen power like a child.
How could you hope to summon the magic to keep me
out?
WILDA
I wouldn't test me. My aptitude for magic grows
stronger every day, and you have no shortage of
enemies in the area who would be happy to teach me.
GWYDION
Enough with the empty threats, old woman. You haven't
the stomach to kill me.
[Wilda draws her sword and mounts the stage,
pressing the tip to Gwydion's chest, right above
his heart.]
WILDA
This will be your final warning. The next time you
threaten this town, my blade strikes true.
She enunciates her words by twisting the hilt,
driving the tip of the sword harder against his
chest. Gwydion shows a flicker of fear.
GWYDION
This will not stand.
(Wavering)
WILDA
. Lock him in the brig. I will decide later
Enough
whether or not I am feeling merciful.
[Two townsfolk approach and grab Gwydion by the
arms, dragging him away through the crowd.]
WILDA
Now that's done--
[She turns, leveling her sword-tip at Calliope's
face.]

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WILDA
You had a part in this?
CALLIOPE
He me.
threatened
WILDA
Then I suppose the mistake is mine, for thinking you
were made of stronger stuff.
ARDEN
Please, both of you! you've had your fill of
Surely
violence for tonight?
WILDA
You know how I feel about mutineers.
CALLIOPE
That's awfully hypocritical, coming from you.
WILDA
Oh, for the love of...don't be so
(Snapping.)
childish! You were merely a first mate when that
mutiny happened. It was hardly personal--just good
business.
[Calliope steps as close as she can to the base
of the stage, glaring down the blade of the
sword at Wilda.]
CALLIOPE
You stole the whole life I'd had planned when you
took over that ship.
WILDA
And it all turned out well! You were protected, you
were working-
CALLIOPE
(Her voice rises furiously to a near-sob, then tapers
Working for
back down as she forcibly calms herself.)
YOU! I--will I be beneath you? Never my
Must always
own person, for the remainder of my life?
WILDA
I...had not realized you felt that way.
[Calliope remains silent, having said too much.
She averts her eyes with purpose.
Wilda slowly lowers her sword.]

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WILDA
When I was a younger woman, I set out to find freedom
on the open seas. I never intended to take prevent
others from it.
CALLIOPE
You were cruel.
WILDA
Without intention.
[The fight leaves Wilda as she sheathes her
sword, sighing.]
WILDA
I have enough enemies as it is. I cannot afford to
start making enemies of my friends.
Calliope looks up, her expression questioning.
WILDA
Perhaps this is better discussed later, in the safety
of my office.
CALLIOPE
Settling your disagreements behind
(Nearly smiling)
closed doors? What's happened to your flair for the
dramatic?
WILDA
I love a public display as much as anyone, but not
when it costs me my reputation. I can't have rumors
circulating that Captain Wildsmith is losing her
edge.
[Calliope melts back into the crowd with the
hint of a hopeful smile.]

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SCENE 18-A
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This version of the ending is performed IF two
conditions are previously met:
1. Tillie or a guest betrays Calliope to Wilda.
2. Gwydion ends the play with the Heart.
[Wilda enters the main square, flanked by
Ignatius. As they enter, Gwydion walks to the
center of the square, mounting the stage.
Calliope falters and quickly leaves the stage,
her performance interrupted.]
WILDA
My friend tells me that you may have something that
belongs to me.
GWYDION
Then he would be mistaken! I have only what is
rightfully mine.
[He removes the heart from his belt, slipping it
from the bag and into his hands. It glows with a
mysterious blue-green light that seeps between
the cracks in a black exterior.]
WILDA
Those who abuse power do not deserve to wield it.
GWYDION
Ever the hypocrite. You make a misery of your
townsfolk's lives, yet you call yourself their hero.
Have you ever stopped to ask yourself whether they
want your protection? Or do you just assume in your
arrogance that they will be grateful?
[Wilda looks around at the audience.]
WILDA
I welcome you into my haven, providing you with food,
drink, shelter and supplies, and you repay me thus?
This man has killed countless innocents upon these
shores in the name of protecting his power. You would
aid such a man?

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GWYDION
You have created a realm where currency is king. It
should be no great wonder that those within your
walls are willing to betray you for it.
WILDA
Ugh. If you wish to kill me, be done with it, so I
will not have to abide your gloating any longer.
GWYDION
Very well. I will not deny your final request.
[He takes the glowing Heart and attaches it to
the end of his staff. The entire staff begins to
glow blue-green, casting an eerie light. The
lanterns around the square begin to glow green
as he sweeps in a circle, staff extended. The
lights flicker low, almost going out, before
roaring back to life. He smiles.]
GWYDION
A clever spell, to be certain. To ward this place
against magic was one of your better tricks.
WILDA
Cheers.
(Flatly)
GWYDION
You have been a great hinderance to me these long
years. I admit I will take great joy in killing you.
WILDA
Shall we get on with it, then?
[Gwydion motions to the stage before him. With a
hand from Ignatius, who looks positively
defeated, she mounts the stage and draws her
sword, assuming a fighting stance.]
GWYDION
I had hoped you might make this easier for
(Sighing)
yourself.
WILDA
I assure you, it will be easy enough.
[Gwydion raises his staff and strikes suddenly.
Wilda ducks, quick as a snake, and a lantern
behind her goes out with a loud bang and a flash
of light as the shot misses her head. She raises
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surprise. He blocks the swing with his staff and
she kicks his leg, sending him off balance. The
two grapple for a time. Though Gwydion has magic
on his side, firing off bolts that set off
'explosions' of light and sound in the
surrounding buildings, Wilda is clearly the more
seasoned fighter. She is a whirlwind, striking
with her sword, hands, and feet. At last, she
slices at Gwydion's knee, bringing him to the
ground, and swings down at his head. He raises
his staff to block the blow, and Wilda's sword
cleaves it in half.
Gwydion watches as the staff breaks, Wilda
planting her boot firmly on it to keep Gwydion
from retrieving the faintly pulsing heart. He
looks up at her, distraught.]
GWYDION
did you slice through an item of such power?
How
WILDA
You truly think that this sword, forged from the body
of your great sea beast, would not contain its own
magic? That is always the problem in this town.
People consistently underestimate me.
GWYDION
Will you kill me?
WILDA
That remains to be decided.
[Suddenly, Tillie bursts through the crowd,
panting and waving a handful of documents.]
TILLIE
Captain! Captain, I have something to share with you!
It is most important! I--oh!
[She freezes at the front of the crowd, taking
in the scene, and immediately tries to hide
behind one of the audience members.]
TILLIE
Never mind. I can see that you're busy. I'll come
back later.
WILDA
Why not share it now, my dear?

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[Wilda throws her free arm wide, encompassing
the whole of the room with a sweeping gesture.]
WILDA
May as well sort everything out as once. And we are
all gathered already.
GWYDION
I do not--
[Wilda presses her sword tip into his chest,
twisting the handle.]
WILDA
You were saying?
TILLIE
I, um...oh.
[She looks around nervously before passing the
documents up to Wilda. Wilda raises an eyebrow
at the pages but does not take them.]
WILDA
As you may have noticed, I am a little busy. Hardly
the moment to be reading.
TILLIE
Of course! I'm sorry, er...I really speak to you
can
later.
WILDA
Out with it. Now.
[Tillie fidgets and shuffles through the papers,
dropping a few in front of the stage. Some are
crinkled-up sketches, others appear to be
bookkeeping pages from a ledger.]
TILLIE
I found these in a secret room behind the warehouse,
ma'am.
[Calliope's eyes grow wide as she sees what
Tillie is holding, and she lunges forward,
making a grab for the papers. Tillie is quicker,
and snatches them away.]
TILLIE
They're pages of a ledger detailing the smuggling
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I...assume you didn't know about it.
CALLIOPE
You--weasel! Did you follow me?
WILDA
I confess I am surprised you had the time to manage
such a thing, alongside stealing the Heart.
CALLIOPE
What makes you think that?
WILDA
Your clear desire to undermine me. I admit, I had
expected you to be smarter than this.
CALLIOPE
Please. You've never expected anything of me. These
past four years, you've scarcely realized I was
there! Don't start acting suddenly as though you
care.
WILDA
All these years I have known you, you think I failed
to care? You...you were like a to me!
daughter
CALLIOPE
Yet you took everything I had for yourself. I could
have been a captain! You against me.
mutinied
WILDA
Oh, don't be so childish! You weren't captain, you
were only first mate. It wasn't personal--I didn't
mutiny against you.
CALLIOPE
When Captain Hargrave lay dying, I nearly had a ship
in my hands. All I'd worked for was nearly mine, and
you it.
ruined
WILDA
You cannot expect others to play fair in our line of
business, my dear. What you do not take will be taken
for you.
CALLIOPE
Then I refuse to work for you any longer.
WILDA
...so be it.
(A little sadly.)

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[Wilda draws her sword, the gold gleaming off
the handle as the lights flare. Calliope has no
sword of her own, and reaches to steal Arden's
off his hip. He grabs for her, but she's too
quick, and she slips away to mount the stage.]
ARDEN
Stop! You'll kill each other.
CALLIOPE
At least I would take her down with me.
[The two women circle each other, swords drawn,
looking for an opening. At last, Calliope
strikes, driving forward like a fencer, but
Wilda easily knocks the jab aside.]
WILDA
You never were much for swordplay.
CALLIOPE
You always did underestimate me.
[The two clash once again, exchanging blows in a
flurry before stepping back to survey each other
once again. As Callie shakes out her sword arm,
preparing to attack again, Gwydion gets to his
feet with a groan. He finds the top half of his
staff and aims it at Wilda, moving to stand
beside Calliope.
For the first time, Wilda begins to look
afraid.]
GWYDION
You have bested each of us alone, but only barely.
How do you expect to beat us together?
[Calliope flourishes her sword, her expression
grim and determined.]
CALLIOPE
I don't want to kill you.
GWYDION
want to kill you.
I
WILDA
The time for that is long past.
(Addressing Calliope)
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Calliope strikes from her left. Wilda dodges low
to the right and parries their incoming attacks,
but it is clear she is playing the defensive.
Her exhaustion becomes apparent as she begins to
lose her strength, and Gwydion hits her directly
in the stomach with a final blow. The blast
sends Wilda to one knee, heaving for breath, as
Calliope and Gwydion stand over her.]
GWYDION
I will make your death quick, pirate, if it is any
consolation at all.
CALLIOPE
You don't have to kill her.
GWYDION
She is too powerful to be left alive. You and I have
made that mistake too many times.
CALLIOPE
...make it quick, then.
[Wilda rises, shaking, from her knees, and faces
her two combatants with her chin held high. She
awaits death regally, her sword still in her
hand, even as she clutches with pain at her
stomach. Calliope lowers her blade, glancing
nervously at a determined Gwydion.]
WILDA
Send me to the devil, then.
CALLIOPE
He's no idea what comes for him.
[As Gwydion raises his staff, a golden glow
suddenly overtakes it, causing it to shake in
his arms. He glances around, fighting with the
mysterious force, but to no avail. The staff is
no longer his own. Glancing around, his eyes
land on Gugrish, whose booth window illuminates
with a gentle glow. His eyes are narrow, his
expression set, as the various bottles and
trinkets hanging around his shop glow and fade
out by turns. He turns his concentration on
Wilda.]
GUGRISH
There will be no killing tonight.

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GWYDION
The magical wards are down...
(With realization)
CALLIOPE
And you're not the only one in this town who can
perform magic.
GUGRISH
Wilda, leave this place. Bring your friends. Send me
a raven when you are safe.
WILDA
I will not flee like a scalded dog from my own town!
GUGRISH
Then you will die here, to no point or purpose. The
decision is yours.
[Wilda hesitates only a moment before Ignatius
and Tillie approach and beckon her off the
stage. Together with the two of them aiding her,
she staggers away through the crowd, heading for
the docks. Gugrish waits until she is out of
sight to release Gwydion. The golden light
fades.]
GWYDION
You've made a mistake, creature.
CALLIOPE
I wouldn't mess with goblin magic, Gwydion. That's
powerful stuff.
GUGRISH
This land may be yours, but its people never will be.
Perhaps it is this fundamental lack of understanding
that forces you to live out your days alone?
GWYDION
I beg your--
[Calliope moves suddenly, sensing a turn in the
tide. She raises her sword again, pressing it to
Gwydion's throat.]
CALLIOPE
I set out to rid this town of a dictator, not find it
a different one.
[With a sharp movement, she reaches down and
twists the broken staff out of his hands,

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leveling it at him alongside the point of her
sword.]
CALLIOPE
If I were you, I would follow suit. Leave this town
now, and I may decide to spare you.
GWYDION
You do not want me for your enemy, girl.
CALLIOPE
If you say so.
[She jerks the tip of her sword toward the town
walls, and Gwydion, glowering, dismounts the
stage and skulks in the direction of the gates.
As Gwydion disappears through the gate, Gugrish
looks to Calliope.]
GUGRISH
What do you intend to do with the town now that it's
yours?
CALLIOPE
What do I want with a Wilda will be sure to
town?
return the moment she realizes Gwydion is still
without his power.
GUGRISH
And you will negotiate with her?
[Calliope sheaths her sword, looking across the
assembled crowd. She weighs the glowing staff in
her hand.]
CALLIOPE
These people deserve a fair leader. That person could
be Wilda...if I can convince her to compromise.
GUGRISH
I am certain if anyone can, it's you. You've a
powerful bargaining chip at your disposal with the
wizard gone.
CALLIOPE
Thank you, Gugrish. Everyone here owes you a great
debt.
[Gugrish bows his head, and the wagon window
closes.]

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SCENE 18-A
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This version of the ending is performed IF two
conditions are previously met:
1. Neither Tillie nor the guests betray
Calliope.
2. Gwydion ends the play with the heart.
Wilda enters the main square, flanked by
Ignatius. As they enter, Gwydion walks to the
center of the square, mounting the stage.
Calliope falters and quickly leaves the stage,
her performance interrupted.
WILDA
My friend tells me that you may have something that
belongs to me.
GWYDION
Then he would be mistaken! I have only what is
rightfully mine.
He removes the heart from his belt, slipping it
from the bag and into his hands. It glows with a
mysterious blue-green light that seeps between
the cracks in a black exterior.
WILDA
Those who abuse power do not deserve to wield it.
GWYDION
Ever the hypocrite. You make a misery of your
townsfolk's lives, yet you call yourself their hero.
Have you ever stopped to ask yourself whether they
want your protection? Or do you just assume in your
arrogance that they will be grateful?
Wilda looks around at the audience.
WILDA
I welcome you into my haven, providing you with food,
drink, shelter and supplies, and you repay me thus?
This man has killed countless innocents upon these
shores in the name of protecting his power. You would
aid such a man?

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GWYDION
You have created a realm where currency is king. It
should be no great wonder that those within your
walls are willing to betray you for it.
WILDA
Enough. If you wish to kill me, be done with it, so I
will not have to hear your gloating any longer.
GWYDION
Very well. I will not deny you a final request.
He takes the glowing Heart and attaches it to
the end of his staff. The entire staff begins to
glow blue-green, casting an eerie light. The
lanterns around the square begin to glow green
as he sweeps in a circle, staff extended. The
lights flicker low, almost going out, before
roaring back to life. He smiles.
GWYDION
A clever spell, to be certain. To ward this place
against magic was one of your better tricks.
WILDA
Cheers.
(Flatly)
GWYDION
You have been a great hinderance to me these long
years. I admit I will take great joy in killing you.
WILDA
Shall we get on with it, then?
Gwydion motions to the stage before him. With a
hand from Ignatius, who looks positively
defeated, she mounts the stage and draws her
sword, assuming a fighting stance.
GWYDION
I had hoped you might make this easier for
(Sighing)
yourself.
WILDA
I assure you, it will be easy enough.
Gwydion raises his staff and strikes suddenly.
Wilda ducks, quick as a snake, and a lantern
behind her goes out with a loud bang and a flash
of light as the shot misses her head. She raises
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surprise. He blocks the swing with his staff and
she kicks his leg, sending him off balance. The
two grapple for a time. Though Gwydion has magic
on his side, firing off bolts that set off
'explosions' of light and sound in the
surrounding buildings, Wilda is clearly the more
seasoned fighter. She is a whirlwind, striking
with her sword, hands, and feet. At last, she
slices at Gwydion's knee, bringing him to the
ground, and swings down at his head. He raises
his staff to block the blow, and Wilda's sword
cleaves it in half.
Gwydion watches as the staff breaks, Wilda
planting her boot firmly on it to keep Gwydion
from retrieving the faintly pulsing heart. He
looks up at her, distraught.
GWYDION
did you slice through an item of such power?
How
WILDA
You truly think that this sword, forged from the body
of your great sea beast, would not contain its own
magic? That is always the problem in this town.
People consistently underestimate me.
GWYDION
Will you kill me?
WILDA
That remains to be decided. Lock him in the brig. I
will decide later if I am feeling merciful.
Two townsfolk approach and grab Gwydion by the
arms, dragging him away through the crowd.

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CLOSING
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EXT - Main Square - Night
_________________________
Delivered by either Calliope or Wilda, depending
on the results of the confrontation.
SPEAKER
Well! I daresay that's a far more exciting evening
than any of us had planned! Sorry for the
mess... But
(they wipe their sword on their clothing).
that's life in business. Sometimes these matters
cannot wait. I hope these events didn't sully your
experience here in Misthaven. Though from what I see,
your contributions tonight were invaluable in
bringing about the end of a dangerous scoundrel.
You've all made the town safer, and we thank you.
IF Wilda:
WILDA
I have some housekeeping to do here in town, so it
seems my journey to the Southern Straits must be
delayed by a matter of days. When I make sail,
do
those of you who have proven yourselves loyal are
more than welcome aboard. You have a spot on my crew
as long as I am captain. As for the rest of you, I
would make myself scarce. I don't take kindly to
mutineers in my town. (She sweeps her gaze around.)
Well? Don't you all have jobs? Don't just stand
around on my account. You act like you've never seen
a proper duel before! And of
(She claps loudly.)
course, thank you for visiting Misthaven.
IF Calliope:
CALLIOPE
I can't say this evening went as I had planned. I
suppose we have some logistics to sort out now.
GWYDION
Spare me your politics. I have what I came for.
CALLIOPE
And what becomes of this town, now you've regained
your power?
GWYDION
I have no qualms with your people...for now. Remain
within your bounds and it shall stay that way. You
shall be no threat, bereft of your magical defenses.

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CALLIOPE
I suppose I have to take you at your word.
GWYDION
I suppose you do.
[Calliope waves him away, turning back to the
assembled guests.]
CALLIOPE
I know this is not the outcome any of us expected.
But the town is safer now, and in no small part that
is thanks to all of you. Thank you for visiting
Misthaven.

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