The Crown of Spirits

My friends and I are working on a film about Apillini, Wyll and Theillik. Yes, a FILM. A MOVIE. Should be interesting. Here are some of the ideas that I have so far. The working title is "The Crown of Spirits" for reasons that will be revealed in this preview. Here is basically the plotline as it stands right now.

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Opening scene takes place within the Company of Wilona's Sails headquarters. Camera focuses on some documents and items of import to the group, such as their weapons, Apillini's locket and a few other things as the opening credits roll. Camera slowly pans over to focus on Theillik, who is sitting at a desk and playing with something (a quill? A deck of cards? something). He is humming and seeming fairly cheerful; it is a sunny morning. Camera focuses to over his shoulder, where a staircase comes into view. Wyllium and Apillini come down the stairs holding hands and chatting idly. They get to the bottom and are greeted by Theillik. Title comes onscreen for a few seconds at this time.

Theillik
Mornin', Weel! Mornin', Apeepee!

Apillini
Morning, Theillik. (Stretching and yawning)

Theillik
Did ya two sleep all right?

Wyllium
(Shrugging) Yeah, sure.

Apillini
Anyone in yet today, Theillik? (Glancing at the door)

Theillik
Nah, too early. They can't be both-

As Theillik speaks, a knock comes at the door.

Apillini
(Smirking) Too early, hm? Let's see what they want. (Going and opening the door)

In walks a customer of either male or female (doesn't matter) gender. Customer enters quickly with a few papers tucked under his/her arm and removes a pair of gloves to dust off the hands.

Customer
Greetings. My name is (______), and I presume you are the founders of the Company of Wilona's Sails?

Theillik
Yup! I'm Theillik!

Apillini
Apillini Fadden.

Wyllium
Name's Wyll.

Customer
(Nodding) As I had thought. That is very well. (Laying papers on the table) I have a job for you three.

As the scene progresses, Theillik , Wyllium and Apillini are informed of their job, which involves intercepting a messenger as he makes his way to Zazesspur. The conditions are that the messenger has two personal guards, as the message is important. The Company must intercept the messenger in any way they please, preferably masked, take the message and destroy it. The payment is whatever the Company finds on the messenger.
(note: I am only writing this as a summary right now because I don't want to do the whole script. :P)

Scene II

The Company is in disguise wearing all black, masked faces, etc. They're walking through a forest on a path that looks fairly well worn, chatting quietly with one another. They hear footsteps and look to see the people they're looking for a bit ahead. Apillini and Wyll slip through the trees to situate themselves behind the three as quietly as possible, while Theillik walks on ahead and meets the messenger. Immediately, Theillik rushes up and starts to attack the messenger.

More to come later.

Log transformed into fiction

This is the log from Forgotten Kingdoms that brought Wyllium and Apillini together, only altered to the point where it's actually story-like fiction, not a log. Enjoy.

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Apillini blew her nose on the cloak in her hand and tucked it away with a look of slight disgust.
"I won't be using that for awhile," she said with a lighthearted chuckle, despite the tears that streamed down her cheeks. Theillik chuckled in response and gave Apillini a little poke in the ribs to attract her attention.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Apillini threw her arms up.
"Wyll's right!" she cried. "That's what's wrong!" Theillik blinked, and Apillini worked quickly to correct herself. "Not the fact that Wyll is right, that is. Just the circumstance." She sighed softly at this and glanced away.
"What do ya mean?" Theillik asked, tilting his head to the side slightly and giving it a scratch.
"I'm a mean, grumbly old hag," Apillini muttered, folding her arms and frowning to highlight her statement. Theillik grinned.
"Ya ain't old," he said to Apillini. Strangely enough, this provoked a laugh out of her, breaking the tension between the two.
"I'm sorry," Apillini said, the honesty apparent in both her words and the expression on her face. "I'm going to try not to be so mean all the time." Theillik grinned and shook his head simply.
"Wyll and ya are such weiners," he said. "All long and meaty."
After a few moments of playful, friendly teasing, a voice came from the shadows behind the pair, and Apillini felt a pair of arms wrap around her, much to her surprise.
"Perhaps I can be a bit nicer, as well," a low voice said in her ear. Apillini whipped her head about to look at the man speaking, and she was very surprised to see that Wyll was the one who had his arms about her, and who was whispering in her ear. She was also surprised to see that Wyll was smiling warmly at her, and perhaps almost lovingly. She returned the smile with slight reluctance, clearly not fully understanding the situation. Theillik waved a finger at the pair.
"Ya'd best not be tryin' ta steal from her as yer huggin' her," he said scoldingly to Wyllium, who merely smiled and looked on Apillini. Apillini, on the other hand, frantically started digging through her pockets and packs.
"What did you take?" she cried in surprise. She didn't know Wyll to necessarily steal from her, but she DID know Wyll to steal from others; however, Wyll continued smiling at her, undaunted by her surprise.
"For now, likely nothing," he said, "but, hopefully with some work. . . ." He trailed off suggestively, offering Apillini another warm smile. Apillini wasn't buying it, though. She had known Wyll far too long, and she wasn't about to believe that he was implying what she hoped he was implying. Apillini, you see, had set her eyes on Wyll a few years before, even though she wouldn't admit it even to herself. She very much wanted to be with him, but he was her friend, and she knew he would never see her as more than such. Thus, to keep Wyll from noticing exactly how hopeful she was, she merely peered at him.
"Do tell me my allusion is not lost a bardess?" Wyll asked with a slight chuckle. Apillini reddened slightly.
"If I said it was . . . would you hold it against me?" she said quietly. Theillik shifted uncomfortably in the saddle of his horse as he looked on. Although the events unfolding were lost on Apillini, who was clearly in denial, Theillik knew exactly what was happening. Wyll merely chuckled at this and shook his head.
"As a matter of fact, no," he said softly, taking one of Apillini's hands in his own. "It means I get to show you." Wyll gently lay her hand over his chest, allowing Apillini to feel the beating of his heart. Though encouraged by the smile on Wyll's face, Apillini didn't know what to think. She looked back at him, her face uncharacteristically red and embarassed.
"Should I be leavin' ya alone?" Theillik asked, though his words fell upon deaf ears.
"What about that lady in the market, hmmm?" Apillini suddenly asked somewhat defensively as Wyll gave her hand a squeeze. Apillini seemed to have lost much of her initial embarassment, but gained a healthy level of skepticism. Wyll, however, gave her his dazzling smile once more.
"I'm surprised you didn't pick up on that tactic," he said with a small wink. "It's common for one to flatter another with hopes of revealing jealousy." Theillik looked on at the scene with a wide grin, saying quietly, "I'll be back in a bit." Away he rode to the western part of the hill to leave the couple to themselves. Wyll glared at the halfling as he left, muttering faintly under his breath.
"As if he doesn't know it's different when you know they're the o-" he paused and stopped himself short, his face visibly reddening. "Oh, damnit," he cursed quietly. Apillini didn't seem to catch the gist of what he was saying, and she merely quirked a brow to give him a skeptical gaze.
"This isn't another one of your acting moments, is it?" she asked with a somewhat flat tone, trying not to let her disappointment in this remote possibility show through.
"'m not acting," Wyll muttered, too quietly for Apillini to hear. She creased her brow and tilted her ear toward him.
"I missed that."
"Not acting," Wyll said a bit louder. "I'm not acting!" he then shouted. He suddenly turned away from Apillini and let go of her hand, then ran a hand through his hair, looking summarily stressed and uncomfortable. In an attempt to rectify the situation, Apillini rapidly shook her head and reached her hand out to Wyll's.
"No!" she cried. "I'm sorry. Don't turn away!" Wyll gave her hand a squeeze as she continued to speak. "I was just . . . surprised, that's all. I never thought. . . ." She trailed off quietly before she could finish her sentence, and Wyll picked up for her.
"It's like I said," he murmured. "It's different when you know. You don't know what to do." A moment after this, Apillini managed to compose herself and she took a deep breath.
" . . . I never thought you'd feel the same way," she said at last. At that moment, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She had been wanting to say something of such an extent to Wyll for a long time, and she had finally found a proper time to do it. Wyll was completely speechless despite this sudden confession, and he choked on the very air he breathed in as though he had forgotten how to breathe properly. He slowly turned around to face Apillini, who bit her lip as she continued to speak.
"I . . . I denied it when Theillik asked me if I liked you," she said quietly, to which Wyll chuckled lightly.
"I . . . can't really blame you," he said.
"I guess I was trying to convince myself," Apillini continued with a shaky chuckle, "especially after what happened with that other woman. It worked, by the way," she added with a wink. Wyll glanced away with a frown.
"A horrid tactic. I apologise for that."
"That doesn't matter now," Apillini said with a smile, shaking her head gently. Wyll glanced back at Apillini, and, noticing her smile, smiled in return and gave her hand a squeeze. Apillini blushed at this, not at all used to this sort of attention from any man. Slowly, Wyll reached a hand up to touch Apillini's cheek. The night air slipped past them in a subtle wave of light chill, and a vaguely animalistic chatter was brought with it.
"The cool night air," Wyll said softly, gazing into Apillini's olive green eyes, "the animals getting increasingly chattery. . . ." Slowly, the couple's faces began to inch closer together as the chattering grew louder. "And . . . you. . . ." he said in a low voice as Apillini slowly closed her eyes. . . .
Suddenly, the chattering grew to a peak, and the couple watched as Theillik rolled out of the bushes in a fit of hysterical laughter. He groaned in pain as he did so, but his laughter continued for a good amount of time. Apillini took a step back, her face glowing with sheer embarassment, but Wyll, undaunted by this turn of events, gave Apillini a gentle hug from behind. Theillik composed himself after a moment and stood, grinning up at the couple.
"Hiya, weiners!"