The Call of the Flame, Book 2 (Chapter 1)
LukaMiller for Fae (Extras)
This will be a reoccurring part.
There was an age when these nine women shaped the fate of the world with the power they were bestowed and the forbidden knowledge they were privy to. But it's decreed now that they stop, and wait for their machinations play out as intended. This has led to boredom, indifference, impatience and scheming. They are immortal, yet cursed with the appearance of old age: the price of bearing forbidden knowledge.
Voices: Predominantly Irish or Scottish, though some English, Welsh, or non-Euro accents could apply as their influence extended far. We may hear one or two speak with glamours and sound younger, but for the most part they sound elderly. They must sound distinct from one another, try applying different vocal ticks. A lisp, stutter, or matter of speaking.
[From the Black Cauldron] FAE #1: My, what funny little ducklings. Don't they know that the Black Cauldron is indestructible? Now listen carefully. The Black Cauldron can never be destroyed. Only its evil powers can be stopped.
FAE #2: A living being must climb into it of its own free will.
FAE #3: However, the poor duckling will never climb out alive.[From MacBeth] A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap and munched and munched and munched. “Give me one,” I said. “Aroint thee, witch!” the rump red runnion cried. Her husband has sailed off to Aleppo, master o' a galleon called the Tiger. On a kitchen strainer I'll tither sail, turn myself into a tailless rat, slip aboard and ... do things to him I will, I will, I will--
