APPENDIX E
                                    STAGEFRIGHT'S LINES
..··························································.······································ ···················..
       Did you speak? I thought 'twas the                                                You dare speak of this, rascal?
                  braying of an ass.
..... .. ............................ ........................ ~.. .........•...•.............•..............••..........•.l
                                                                                                                                               •
                            Not even otyughs would                                       On the contrary, I acknowledge
:.                                   dine o   n  this.  ...........................................a.l.l.y..o.u..r.f.a.u..lt.s...........................
    ...................             ..-.-...     . ..
                            Am I to make pie from                                        My liege, he's dead.                                              n'0
                                 these crumbs?
...................... .. .... .........................................................................................                                   ..3
       Are you the lord here? I bring dark
                                                                                                   It seems we   are in a bit of a pickle.                 ;;-
                                    tidings from afar.                      ·······-..·
                                                                                         ······················  ·························                 0:
                                    ·····················
..                                                                                                                                                         ;;;
    ·  ··········  ·  ·  ·  ···  ·                         ······  ·  ·  ·                                                                  ·  ·······.
                                                                                                                                                           '0
       You would make a mistress of the                                                  No, master! He turned to stone.
             moon, if it shone on you.                                                                                                                     "0:
...•................................ ............ ............ ~.. ................•.........................................                               0
: You have Lit my lantern wick, that's                                                   But I am your son!                                    :           0
......................f.o.r..s.u.r.e.!..I.a..m..a..fl.a.m...e...................................................................................            C
                                 You! Fetch my steed!                                    Murder! Oh, murder!                                               6...
:........................................................·=···························........·····················=:                                      0...
                         'Tis said that in Veluna they                                                                                                     ;
                                                                                                      Hurts, doesn't it?
                                    eat such things.                                                                                                       "0
                                                                    .
                                    . .. . ... .                                                                                                             D
                                                        ·················~························································:
.: ............ ......
       Careful, whelp. Far greater than                                                  This portends an unpleasant day.
                         thou hath perished for less.
.....................................................................................................................
       Hold on to thy seat. This trail has
                                                                                         What manner of ghoul is this I see
                     more bumps to come!                                                                         before me?
.
.: • •I•• • • • • • • • • • • • • • ■ • • • • • • -----............•.........•. ·=· .....•.....••..•....•.............•.•....•..•..........:
       I feel I have inherited much from                                                 Knaves, footpads, and liars. I am
.: .................... this meeting. ..................•: ................ in good company! ................
       Stop saying that! Are you a fool?                                                 Even a beholder wouldn't have
.........................................................:.............. ....s..e.e-.n..t.hat one coming!. ................
A P PEN DI X e I STA CeF RI G HT' S LIN £S
......................................................................-.-_.
: . ················--······················:
Hurry! 'Tis best I clie quickly.                                I would tear the world in two
.:........................................................::. .......................f.o.r.a..q..u.a.f.f.................... .
               Lend me your hand. There is                                How now, friend. Why the
               something I must show you.
                                            ........ -....- ....... ................l.o.n..g..f.a.c.e.?..........................
.:..•.....•...•...•...•....
I would not wish you upon a toad.                               I shall make a banquet of
                                                                                      your dreams.
:························································:·······················································=
You beastly little imp!                                         Hush, my sweet dumpling.
: ............................•..........................·=............................-..........................:
Oh, let us make merry again soon!                               We danced too long; now all the
..............................................................                        music     is  gone.
                                                                ....................  ........          ··  ··  ··  ·······  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·
Night comes, and we must away!                                  Such humor. I can barely
                                                                       hold my sides.
I smell a foul wind.                                                Who goes there, on this
                                                                woebegone, rain-lashed night?
..................................................................................... ..-...... ..... ...... . ...........
Tomorrow should dawn merrier.                                   The words catch in my throat.
                                                                      I cannot speak them!
.•.......•.................•....•..............••......·=· ..•............ ..                                       ..............:
My hope is shriveled like a grape.                              That is a goatish look you have
                   Let us make wine of it!                                            upon your face.
:·······················································~··············· ··· ·                  . . .. --................
Tell me what I must do.                                         Is that a hoot or a growl?
                                                                                It chills my blood!
:·······················································~ ··················· ····· ·....... .... ... .. . ..................
Speak only good news! My mood                                   A tailor could not sew a finer lie.
.:. ··············· ·········i·s··le··a·d·e··n·.·····················.:... .............. ......................... .............. .. :.
                                                                Sile nce , piglet! You have
I think I'll hide in the chimney.                                               s quealed enough.
:·····················································•. .:......................_..... ...................:
Enough! I shall not be kicked                                   This dream shall soon end.
                           by any  mule!  ...................:................. ..... ......... ... .. ........ ............!
:......................
An unnecessary footnote, you are.                               As for this one: le t your
                                                                      sword speak.
:.......................................................... :..............~······-
                                                                                      APPENDIX E I STACEFR ICHT'S LIN ES                             25 1
...·························································..·································-··········-·········--..
                                     A runt has no place among giants.                                                                                                                                                      I shall not rest 'til the deed is done.
      ....·················· ·········· ·· ····· ····················~.....·······················································..·.
                                           Perhaps 1 shaU have that drink,                                                                                                                                                                 My enemies are dead, yet I
                                    after all.                                                                                                                              ····-.····                                                                                hunger still.                                                                                                     ·.·.
      : ...................... .. ..                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  ···············
                                                                                                                         .····       ·
                                                                                                                                        ·····             ·  ····        ·                                ·  ····           ·  ····           ·  ·····             ·                                                     ·  ····           ·  ·····             ·  ····           ·  ·
                                                 Awake! The time is upon us.                                                                                                                                                                        This is no night for joy.
      :.............................................. .........·.:·............................................................
                                           Strange bedfeUows, these ones.                                                                                                                                                                              See, 'twas I all along!
         .· ·· · ······ ···· ·· · ··········· · ····· ·· ··· · ··· · ·········••❖•·····················································
                                              I have a wicked thought, if you                                                                                                                                                  Here'                s some                     gristle to chew                                             upon.                                               ?
                                                                 will                      hear                 it.                                                                                                            . . . . .•           .....•..                   .................                                           .......                                             .3...
                                                          ...... ...                       ......               ...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            g
      .................                             ..                                                                   .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .   .  .  .    .  .  .  .     .  .  .  .  .  .     .  .  .                                                                                                                                   .  .  .     .  .  .  .  .  :
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               ;;
                                                                                                                                                                                           ~
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               ..
      .....  .  ..    ..    ....        .  .  .  ..    Well, here is a                                       serpent!                                              ..    .....          ·  -...·  ···        ··    ···         ··    ···         I feel like a giant stepped                                                                     ····        ····           ···      ·  ·.·.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         on my head.                                                                                                                           :I
                                                       ..................                                    .... .... .........
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 ······· ·· ·· ······ ·· ··· ······                                                                                                            ii
                                                 Two truths told. A lie is sure                                                                                                                                                                  All is lost! No prayer can                                                                                                                    fl.
                                                                                  to       follow.                                                                                         ~..                                                                        save                 us       no          w!                                                                             ii
                                                                                  ...      ........                                                                                                                                                                   ......               ...      ...         ...                                                                            1=01-
      .....  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .     .  .  .  .  .  .                                   .     .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .   .  .    .  .  .  .        .  .  .  .  .  .     .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .     .  .  .  .  .  .                                                     .  .  .  .  .     .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .     .  .  .  .  .  ....
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               0
                                        I warn you: my patience has sunk.                                                                                                                                                                                       Oh, for a sword!
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                l'I
      ....: .........................................................                                                                                                                      ~..... ······           ···         ································                                                                         ···              .
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               0
      ·                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          ············:...                              1l
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               '<
                                                          It seems l am betrayed.                                                                                                          · What malice are you planning?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               C
      . .... .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  ...~  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  ..
      ... ..                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   6
                                                    .Have you met my husband?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              What fresh horror is this?                                                                                                                       "0'
         ............................................................................................................................                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          N
                                                    Bar the door! They're here!                                                                                                                                                                     Something stirs below.                                                                                                                     .,
      ... ·······················································......-················....................................................                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   ..n
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               0
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               ,::
                                                       Let me answer this one.                                                                                                                                                          See! I blush red as a radish.
         . .. . .. . .. ... . .. ... .. ... . . .. .. .. .. ... .. .. .. . ... . .. .. . ... . .. ·=· ............... ................................................
                                                 From this wound I shaU not                                                                                                                              This truly is the worst outcome.
                                                    recove r. You have slain me.                                                                                                           ..
         ······················ -·-·.. ····························~····························.............................:
                                     Let us dance in the whistling wind!                                                                                                                                                          Tomorrow, at sunrise, I shall no
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             longer be here.
      ··················································........:•....•..••.•.•.....•. .... ················~·············
2 52  A PPEN DIX EI STACEF RI C HT'S LI NES
cSTORY1?RACKER
{-JN-IC-O-R-N-H-O-R-N-L-O-C-A-T-IO-N---------------□
LOST THINGS ADVENTURE HOOK
Character Name     Lost Thing  Who Has It?            Minor Curse (1r n7)
                               ----------□ --------□
                   ----------- ----------□ --------□
                                ----------□ --------□
                               ----------□ --------□
                               ----------□ --------□
                   ----------- ----------□ --------□
                                 ----------□ --------□
                               ----------□ --------□
CHAPTER 1          WITCHLIGHT CARNIVAL
Location or Event                           Notes
                   Perm1ss1on l'i ranted to photocopy th1!> par,e for pc~onal u e c>2021 Wizard of the (o st
c.STORV~RACKER
   PRISMEER GUIDES                                                                                                                        I
                                                                        FOUND                                                             ~
'---- - - - - -D==:..__- -- ---=D=--- -- -- ---D-~Clapperclaw the Scarecrow
                                                                       FOUND                                                       fOUND
                            Squirt the Oil Can                                Amidor the Dandelion
CHAPTERS 2-5 PRISMEER
Chapter  Location or Event                                                    Notes
GENERAL NOTES AND REMINDERS
                           Pc1m1ss1or1 ,s granl<'d to photocopy th ,s P"ge for prr onal u• r ~ JO, \ 1 .irdi. o r ht \. \I
cSTORY~RACKER
UNICORN HORN LOCATION
~------------------------------□
LOST THINGS ADVENTURE HOOK
character Name     Lost Thing  Who Has It?                                                                 Minor Curse (,r any)
                               ----------□ --------□
                               ----------□ --------□
                               ----------□ --------□
                               ----------□ --------□
                               ----------□ --------□
                               ----------□ --------□
                                                                                                    FOUND  --------□
                               ---□
                               ----------□ ________Q
CHAPTER 1          WITCHLIGHT CARNIVAL
location or Event                            Notes
                   Perm1s 10n I'S granted to P.hotocopy this p~gc for pt ,,;on.ii IJ cc 20 1 W,z.ird of tlir Co '>l
clTORV~RACKER
PRlSMEER GUIDES                     DJOUN0                DfO\IN0
LJClappcrclaw the Sore-crow  Squirt the Oil Can  Amidor the Dandelion
CHAPTERS 2-5 PRISMEER
Chapter  Location or Event                       Notes
GENERAL NOTES AND REMINDERS
                                                                                                                    0
ISBN : 978-0-7869-6728-S
,    111      '           JI,        "1'1"  -
   ,..,., '"
Sug. Ret• il: US s-49.95 CAN S65.9S
Prlntod In USA 02770000