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Rook RagRavel

"Nothing is ever thrown away, friend. Only thrown to me."
-- Rook RagRavel

Name: Rook RagRavel
Known as: His Tattered Majesty, the Rag King
Occupation: Impresario of the Performance Playa, and ringmaster of the Carnival of Curiosity
Home: The Carnival of Curiosity, at the heart of the Performance Playa, in the SunSpun Sands
Generation: Threadling, and closer to a Weaveling than he would ever admit
Core Thread: Spirit
Themes: Belonging, Second Chances, Showmanship, Found Family, Endurance

His Tattered Majesty, the Rag King of the Performance Playa and the Carnival of Curiosity, is the silver-tongued, sharp-eyed showman who gathers every castoff, stray and forgotten performer the world has thrown away, and stitches them into the greatest show in Threadbare: one that never ends.

Threadlings who have only seen him in the ring know a dazzling showman with a voice that can fill the whole Playa to the last seam. Threadlings who have seen him after the lamps go down know someone else entirely: a gruff, weathered old hand who says very little, keeps a pot of stew on the stove for whoever wanders in, and would sooner walk into the Void than let anyone in his care go hungry.

Both of them are Rook. He simply keeps one for the audience, and one for the family.

His Tattered Majesty

Rook is tall, broad and loose-limbed, with a slight limp from a fall off the high wire many years ago. He lets everyone believe it is a far better story than it is. His grey sideburns are enormous, his jaw is permanently unshaven, and his eyes are always moving, the quick sideways glance of a Threadling who clocks every exit, every pocket and every face in a room before he has finished saying hello.

He has been torn, frayed and mended so many times that there is more patch than original left. The seams show on his knuckles, along his jaw and across the back of one hand, neat rows of stitching in a dozen different threads. Threadlings who try to unpick him find it cannot be done. Rook does not stay unravelled. He simply mends, and carries on. The KnitWitches say he has more of Ever's endurance in him than anyone they have met outside the Elders, and that he would scowl at them for saying so.

His coat is a ringmaster's tailcoat that has been patched so often that none of the first cloth remains. Every patch was cut from the costume of a performer he took in. His top hat is battered, re-stitched and never, under any circumstances, to be touched. Sewn around its brim is a small crown made of scraps: a strip of sequinned silk, a frayed ribbon, a square of velvet, a knot of plain brown string. Nobody gave Rook that crown. The castoffs of the Playa made it for him, one scrap each, and he has worn it every day since.

The Rag King of the Playa

The Performance Playa is the most magnificent sight in Threadbare. It is not one show but a whole city of them: gilded theatres and opera houses, puppet stages and shadow screens, dance pavilions, variety halls, storytelling hearths, open-air amphitheatres, and a mile of street performers, with the great big top of the Carnival of Curiosity at its heart. Theatres rise out of the dunes like palaces. Chandeliers blaze over velvet seating for a thousand. Silk banners the length of streets snap in the desert wind, fountains dance in time to the band, and every night the whole Playa reinvents itself, with new tents, new stages and new shows, in If's honour.

Up close, it is almost entirely made of rubbish.

The velvet is old theatre curtains, turned inside out. The gold is button thread, painstakingly re-wound. The chandeliers are lost buttons, spoons and broken spectacles, strung on fishing line and lit from behind. The grand arches are scaffolding wrapped in the outgrown coats of half of Frays End. None of it should work. All of it does, because every night, Rook RagRavel and his ragtag crew of castoffs pull off the impossible, and hold it together until the last bow.

Nobody decides what the Playa will be each night. The Playa decides for itself, drawing its acts from whichever stories most need telling. What Rook decides is that it will be ready. When a theatre appears overnight the size of a cathedral, it is Rook's crew who hang its curtains and rig its lights. When three troupes arrive from three different centuries wanting the same stage at the same hour, it is Rook who talks all three of them into sharing it, and convinces each that it was their idea. When the lamps fail, the rain comes, or the Void creeps a little too close to the edge of the sand, it is Rook who steps into the light, lifts his hat, and keeps the audience from ever noticing.

"The Playa dreams it. We build it. And nobody in those seats ever needs to know it's held up with string."
-- Rook RagRavel, to a new member of the crew

That is the whole trick of the Rag King, and the thing the Playa's audiences never quite see. The most opulent spectacle in Threadbare is made from the things, and the people, everyone else threw away.

The Ring and the Backstage

In the ring, Rook is all light and patter:

"Roll up, roll up, one and all! Tonight, the whole wide Weave comes to you. Ever Onward!"
-- Rook RagRavel, opening the show

Backstage, he is a Threadling of very few words:

"Sit. Eat. Nobody here asks where you came from. That's the only rule... that, and nobody touches my hat."
-- Rook RagRavel, to a new arrival

The crew knows both voices and trusts both. The showman is how Rook gives the world a reason to look. The quiet one is how he gives his people a reason to stay.

A Castoff Himself

Rook does not talk about where he came from. What the crew has pieced together is that he was once a stray himself, a Stitchling with no one to stitch to, who grew up quick and clever in the back lanes of a city he will not name. He learned every trick, every con and every sleight of hand there is, because that was what kept him fed.

He went straight, more or less. He still knows every con in Threadbare, and he still runs them, but only on those he believes have earned it: swindlers, bullies, anyone who has ever called a Threadling worthless, and the Obscurists, most of all.

Somewhere along the way he stopped running from town to town and put his stakes in the sand at the Performance Playa, which was then a scattering of patched tents and hopeful troupes. He has not left since, and the Playa has not stopped growing. He says he spent his wandering years already, and now the world can come to him.

"I'll con a king out of his crown. I'll never con a kid out of a meal."
-- Rook RagRavel

The Code

Rook's crew, from the high-wire walkers to the ticket-takers, lives by a short code, which Rook has never written down and has never needed to:

  • Nobody is finished. Whatever you were told, wherever you were left, there is a place for you on the Playa.
  • Nobody asks. Your story is yours to tell, when you are ready, and not before.
  • Nobody goes hungry. The stew pot is always on.
  • The show goes on. When one act falters, the next one steps up, and nobody is left alone in the ring.
  • Lend the stage, not the voice. Every story in the Carnival of Curiosity is told by the people it belongs to. Rook holds the curtain. He never tells another people's story for them.

"It's not my story to tell. It's my stage to lend."
-- Rook RagRavel

The Show of Nothing at All

Rook's most famous con is still told with great delight around the Playa. An Obscurist once came to the Carnival to preach that every story is only a pretty cloth thrown over the empty. Rook listened politely, then sold him a front-row ticket to a very special performance: The Show of Nothing at All.

The Obscurist sat alone in an empty tent for three hours, in total silence, watching nothing happen. He left a glowing review. Rook had it framed, and it hangs by the Carnival's ticket booth to this day.

Rook and the Daily Rag

Ruby RagRuffle of the Daily Rag started out as a rag-picker, and she has never quite forgiven Rook for having the better "rag" name. She covers the Playa every season, with headlines far too big and at least partly invented. Rook pretends to hate every one of them, and keeps every one in a trunk beneath his bunk.

Rook and Muse

Rook and Muse have known each other for a very long time. Muse, a child of If, sits with makers at the moment they are about to give up, and helps a story get made. Rook makes sure it gets told, to someone, out loud, and preferably with a drum roll. Muse is often found in the front row of the Carnival of Curiosity, and is always the first to applaud when a StoryWeaver steps back through a curtain. Rook claims she is the only audience member he has never been able to read.

Between them, they carry out an old idea of Ever's: a story lasts by being passed on.

The One Act He Hasn't Taken In

Rook has given a stage to every castoff who has found their way to the Playa, every one except himself. He tells everyone's story but his own. The crew knows it, the KnitWitches know it, and Muse most certainly knows it. Whether the StoryWeaver is the one who finally gets Rook RagRavel to step into his own spotlight is a story still being written.

Narrative Function

  • The impresario of the Performance Playa. Rook runs the whole Playa: every theatre, stage and venue, its crew, and its nightly impossible spectacle. The Playa still chooses its own shows. Rook makes them happen. He is ringmaster only in the Carnival of Curiosity. Everywhere else, he is the showman behind the curtain, making sure every troupe's show goes on.
  • The host of the StoryQuests. In the Carnival of Curiosity, Rook calls "Ever Onward", the curtain opens, and the StoryWeaver is carried into another story's world. See The Carnival of Curiosity.
  • An ally, never a villain. Rook is a rogue with a code and a soft heart. He bends rules and runs cons, but always for his people and against those who would unpick them. He should never be written as a threat to the StoryWeaver.
  • A Spirit ally in the main plot. Rook is a natural ally in the arc for Ever's Shuttle, guided by Vigil LongWatch, and a natural presence at the LoomLight Festival in the finale.
  • Voice. Two registers. In the ring: warm, grand and playful, with a showman's patter. Backstage: short, gruff and kind. His humour is gentle and character-driven, in line with the Narrative Style Guide, and never sarcastic or cruel.

Notes for Contributors

  • No violence. Rook wins with wit, misdirection and nerve, never with his fists. His cons are harmless, funny and aimed upward.
  • Opulence from scraps. The Playa should always look breathtaking from the seats, and always be patched, strung and improvised behind the scenes. That contrast is the heart of Rook.
  • Avoid cultural stereotypes. Rook and his crew are not coded as any real-world travelling people. There are no wagons, fortune-tellers or other stock "circus folk" tropes.
  • Castoffs are people, not stories. "Castoff" describes the performers and crew Rook has taken in because they needed a new home, for whatever reason. It is never used for the StoryQuests, or for the cultures they come from. All stories and cultures deserve to be heard.

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