Achrennight Filanti, 10/24/1998, Dreamheart Concert Series, Baearholt's Farmhold

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 355 years, 321 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Emerald Dolphin
It is currently fall.
It is mid morning.

The autumn sky above is a bright, cheery blue.

[Baearholt's Farmhold, Taproom]
Dark oak beams criss-cross the low whitewashed ceiling in the taproom of Baearholt's Farmhold. In the corner, a bard sits on a tall stool playing a rapid melody on her gittern as patrons join in a hearty drinking song and sample the quality meads and ales for which Baearholt's is known. You also see a menu, a polished mahogany counter with some stuff on it and a narrow door.

Guest List

Achrennight Filanti, an Elf

Minstrel Ailill Dreaghnean, a Human Bard
Scout Axegore
Axem
Benthalus
Sympath Desdri
Digmo McDog, an Elothean Moon Mage
Troubadour Drayeath
Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan, a Human Bard
Eileethan
Aes-Danai Fandella
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Fizzia Fuzzlewump, a Halfling Ranger
Giladnight ibnFilanti, an Elf
Issus
Bard Kithria
Minstrel Kyrianielle
Lahko
Tale Singer Landru
Larisah
Lena Silverburg, a Human Commoner
Lovelorn Captivatress, a Human
Holy Warrior Malys
Marton
Ranger Mobelia burnzyn, an Elf
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
Neubak
Nimuen
Rock Loyalheart, a Human Paladin
Shadwyn
Sympath Shaharazod
Sister Stephenne
Sensitive Taitinn
Journeyman Talies
Trul
Scout Tryst
Xheather

Set List

"a toast"
My Home, Sweet Home
Whiskey in the Jar
"On that finish line" (dedicated to her brother Giladnight)
"Well I'm Illithi weaver"
The Hermit
"Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?"
"On Mormond braes where heather grows"
"The Bards are sleeping one by one"
"He was a fine upstanding bantam cock"
"I've been a wild rover for many a year"
The Jolly Tinker
"I belong to Crossing"

Concert

Your mind hears Dreamheart thinking, "Patrons of the arts are invited to attend the End of the Week Concert tonight, starting in 12 minutes or so. Achren is on stage tonight, and she always puts on quite a show!"

 

(Achrennight pulls a dog-eared book from her cloak and begins thumbing through the pages)
Achrennight says, "Need something to kill them winged beasties..."
Achrennight rummages through a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger but it's clear she hasn't a clue if what she is looking for is there.
Achrennight gets a cup of Liani's special rum from inside her shadow-black cloak.
Achrennight exclaims, "Aha!"
Achrennight dances about with her rum.
Achrennight says, "Want a toast? It's not the right drink but..."

Achrennight recites:

    "Here's to the good ol' whiskey
     Like amber and as clear
     It's not as sweet as a woman's lips
     But it's a damn sight more sincere"

Achrennight adjusts her flared skirt.
Achrennight curtsies.



Achrennight gets a dragon-engraved lyre from inside her small suede case.

Achrennight says, "I thought I'd begin with a song for all wanderers who rarely get to see their home, called "My Home, Sweet Home"

(Achrennight begins picking a haunting tune full of longing on her lyre)

Achrennight longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So far away from my home, sweet home
     Day by day, from land to land I roam
     Though told by the wind which way to go,
     Oh, how I long for my home, sweet home."

(Achrennight strums a slow series of chords, plucking a lilting countermelody to the verse she just sang.)

Achrennight longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "You can come home in times of harshness
     You may come home in times of sorrow, too.
     Your home will be waiting for you forever
     It will be waiting for you forever."

(Achrennight effortlessly runs her fingers over the strings, filling the notes with the pain of an aching heart)

Achrennight longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Family, friends
     Home and memories.
     No one will ever
     Forget about you."

Achrennight longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Fragrant blossoms blooming far away--
     Do my folks see them as I did long ago?
     Are they still joyful? Are they still young at heart?
     Will I see them again as I did that day?"

(Achrennight plucks out a soaring melody in counterpoint to her voice, causing you to shiver slightly)

Achrennight longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Forest, stream,
     Sky and earth
     Everyone is waiting
     Waiting for your return."

Achrennight longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "How far I've come from my childhood home!
     There will come a time when my troubles are gone,
     And when I shall not be all alone--
     Till then, I dream of my home, sweet home."

(Achrennight lowers her head slightly, a tear running down her cheek)

(Achrennight softly runs her fingers along the strings of her lyre, playing a slow series of haunting chords, bringing the song to a quiet finish)



Achrennight says, "I will be the first to admit I don't have many serious songs, but considering that war is on the wind..."

Achrennight puts her lyre in her small suede case.

Achrennight asks, "Perhaps I should forgo the serious songs for now..and stick to a more lighthearted program?"

Achrennight gets a dragon-engraved violin from inside her medium doeskin case.
Achrennight gets a dragon-engraved bow from inside her medium doeskin case.
Achrennight listens carefully to the dragon-engraved violin, plucking the strings.

Achrennight says, "I guess a bit of a toe tapper is in order, and with all the drinks flowing, perhaps "Whiskey in the Jar' would be the most fitting"

(Achrennight grins impishly, picking slow notes on her violin)

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "As I was going over the Dragon Spine Moutains
     I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
     First I produced my crossbow, and then produced my rapier.
     Said "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,"

Kyrianielle's mezzo-soprano joins with Achrennight's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Musha ring dumma do dumma da
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     There's whiskey in the jar"

(Achrennight plays a toe tapping jig on her violin, her fingers flying over the neck)

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
     I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Lati
     She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
     But the devils take the women, for they never can be easy"

(Achrennight bows a fast, laughing trill)

Kyrianielle's mezzo-soprano joins with Achrennight's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Musha ring dumma do dumma da
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     There's whiskey in the jar"

Achrennight says, "All bards, feel free to join in"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber,
     I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
     But Lati took my bolts and replaced them all with dowels,
     And sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter."

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Musha ring dumma do dumma da
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     There's whiskey in the jar"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
     The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
     I first produced my crossbow, for she stole away my rapier,
     But I couldn't fire the dowels so a prisoner I was taken."

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Musha ring dumma do dumma da
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     There's whiskey in the jar"

(Achrennight rapidly saws the chorus, accenting it with some tricky double bowing and harmonizing with her own playing)

Achrennight winks.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Well they threw me in jail, without a thing on me
     For robbing captain Farrel on those Dragon Spine mountains
     But they didn't take my fists so I knocked the sentry down
     And said farewell to jail and good old Crossing town."

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Musha ring dumma do dumma da
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     There's whiskey in the jar"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Now some men take delight in the hunting and the roving
     And others take delight in those caravans a-rolling
     But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
     And courting pretty maidens in the morning bright and early"

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Musha ring dumma do dumma da
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     Whack for the daddy 'ol
     There's whiskey in the jar"

(Achrennight bows out a harmony to her voice, ending the song with a flourish)



Achrennight says, "Feel free to pound the counter in time to the songs"

Achrennight says, "Well, I think I should try this now..."

Achrennight says, "I just finished putting the finishing touches on a song"

Achrennight says, "And, well...Gilad...it's for you, my dear brother"

Achrennight kneels down.
Achrennight gently kisses Giladnight on the cheek.
Achrennight stands up.

Achrennight says, "trust me for once, Gilad"

Achrennight says, "Please forgive any mistakes..it's still rather new"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "People used to walk these hills
     People used to walk theses streets
     Around this town
     And it used to feel complete
     That was until they were replaced by sheep"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "What were they thinking?
     What were they feeling?
     Anything at all?
     At all..."

(Achrennight fiddles a walking melody, accenting the downbeats with soft trills)

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I will walk upon these hills
     I will hold my hands up to my face
     And look for miles around
     And I still won't see a soul
     Sometimes I swear I still hear the cries
     And smell the smoke"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I hear the crying
     Where was compassion?
     Anywhere at all?
     At all..."

Achrennight gazes at Giladnight.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Another time
     Another place
     Another people waiting
     On that finish line"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Another time
     Another place
     Another people waiting
     On that finish line"

(Achrennight tosses her head slightly, bowing a soaring descant)

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "You can see that we have picked up the pieces anew
     And you know that we are living well and feeling fine
     But although we may have forgotten for a while
     You can look across the ocean now and see that we remember"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Another time
     Another place
     Another people waiting
     On that finish line"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Another time
     Another place
     Another people waiting
     On that finish line"

(Achrennight lowers her head, a stray lock falling over her eyes)

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "You can see we're feeling happy
     And you know we're feeling strong
     Since we were forced to leave them
     What the hell did we do wrong?"

(Achrennight slowy raises her head, her fiddled harmony swelling with the emotion in her voice)

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "You can see we're feeling happy
     And you know we're doing fine
     Since we were forced to leave them
     And cross that finish line"

(Achrennight fades her fiddling to a whisper, letting it die with her voice)

Achrennight smiles at Giladnight.
Achrennight puts her bow in her medium doeskin case.
Achrennight puts her violin in her medium doeskin case.



Achrennight says, "Hmmm...I know a song"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Well I'm Illithi weaver, and I come frae bonnie Illithi
     I met a Crossing fellow, and he came courting me.
     He took me out a-walking and by the Asemath Hall,
     And there the dirty wee rascal stole, my thingumajig awa',
     And there the dirty wee rascal stole, My thingumajig awa'."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He took me on a picnic, doon by the rouken glen.
     He showed to me a bonnie wee bird, he showed me a bonnie wee hen
      He showed me a bonnie wee bird, from a linnet tae a crow.
     And then he showed me the bird that stole, my thingumajig awa',
     And then he showed me the bird that stole, my thingumajig awa'."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So I'll go back to Illithi, looking bonnie young and fair,
     And I'll put on my bonnie blue dress, and I'll tie up my bonnie black hair
     And I'll put on my corsets tight, tae make my body look small.
     And naebody will know with my rosy cheeks, my thingumajig's awa',
     And naebody will know with my rosy cheeks, my thingumajig's awa'."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So all ye Illithi weavers, take this advice frae me,
     And never let a Crossing lad, an inch above your knee
     And never stand in the long grass, or up against a wall,
     For if you do you can safely say, my thingumajig's awa',
     For if you do you can safely say, my thingumajig's awa'."



(Achrennight flips through her tattered book for a moment)
Achrennight opens her silk long pouch.
Achrennight gets a brushed silver flute etched with a band of golden nightingales from inside her silk long pouch.

Achrennight says, "Here's a fun song called "The Hermit"

With a barely contained joy, Achrennight plays a playful folk song filling the music with laughter.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I know an old hermit who lived in a dell,
     I'll swear to the truth of this story I'll tell.
     My grandfather's grandfather knew him quite well,
     The hermit"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He lived all alone at the side of a lake,
     Concoctions of herbs for his food he would take.
     Not but fish would the good man partake
     On a Friday."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "His hair was all patted and tattered his clothes,
     And once a year he'd bathe his body unclothed.
     How the lake stood it, the good Lord only knows
     And he won't tell."

Grinning slightly, Achrennight plays a playful folk song on her silver flute.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "One day he emerged from the lake dripping wet,
     And to his horrified vision two ladies he met.
     Now in feminine matters he was no vet,
     So he blushed."

Achrennight blushes furiously!

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Well he grabbed for his hat, as it lay on the beach,
     To cover up all its broad brim would reach.
     Then he yelled in a horrified screech
     "Go away."

Achrennight just touched a grey broad-brimmed slouch hat with an extremely long raven feather.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "But the maids only laughed at his pitiest plight,
     And begged him to show them the wonderous sight.
     But he clung to that hat, and he clung bloody tight
     To hide it."

As Achrennight plays her silver flute, a playful folk song washes through the air with a bright, glorious sound.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Now just at that moment a wandering gnat
     Made the hermit forget what he was at.
     He took a swipe at the insect, let go of the hat
     Ahhh!"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So now I have come to the end of my tale,
     First the hermit turned red and then he turned pale.
     He put up a prayer, for prayers never fail,
     So it's said."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The end of this story, there's no doubt at all,
     The Lord heard his prayer and He answered his call.
     When he let go of the hat,the hat didn't fall,
     It's a blessed miracle, friend!"

Grinning slightly, Achrennight plays a playful folk song on her silver flute.



Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?
     Some say down in Crossing town and more say Sicle Grove
     It's somewhere in this land so wild and this I'd like to know
     Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?"

Achrennight flips her hair over one shoulder.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Twas over in over in Therengia near dear Haven's northern wall
     One morn I met a damsel there, the fairest o' them all
     Twas with me young affections and me money she did go
     And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney roses grow."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?
     Some say down in Crossing town and more say Sicle Grove
     It's somewhere in the land so wild and this I'd like to know
     Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Well her cheeks were like the roses, her hair a raven hue
     Before that she was done with me she had me ravin' too
     She left me sorely stranded, not a coin she left ye know
     And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney roses grow."

Achrennight smiles as she brushes a lock of black hair from one rosy cheek.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?
     Some say down in Crossing town and more say Sicle Grove
     It's somewhere in the land so wild and this I'd like to know
     Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "They've roses in Kaerna and the same in Shard so fair
     But upon my word those roses, boys, I can't see anywhere
     She blarnied me and so did she and left me broke you know
     Did this damsel that belonged to where the Blarney roses grow."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?
     Some say down in Crossing town and more say Sicle Grove
     It's somewhere in the land so wild and this I'd like to know
     Can anybody tell me where the Blarney roses grow?"

(Achrennight gets a strange looking rose from her garter)

Achrennight smiles as she holds the rose to her nose, murmuring something about it being a rose from home.

(Achrennight slips the rose back into her garter, smiling innocently)

Achrennight sweetly asks, "Now, I don't fit that description, now do I?"



Achrennight asks, "That's one side of a bad relationship, now how about for the other side?"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "On Mormond braes where heather grows
     I heard a fair maid mourning:
     My bonnie laddie's far away,
     And I pine for his returning"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So, fare ye well, ye Mormond braes,
     Where often I've been cheerie.
     O, fare ye well, ye Mormon braes,
     Since I have lost my dearie"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He promised oft to marry me,
     I for a while did think it
     But now he's courtin' another sweetheart
     And you see how I've been blinket."

Achrennight folds her arms across her chest.
Achrennight begins pouting.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So, fare ye well, ye Mormond braes,
     Where often I've been cheerie.
     O, fare ye well, ye Mormon braes,
     Since I have lost my dearie"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Young men are fickle, I do know,
     Young maids should ne'er believe them
     For tho' young maids wew e'er so true
     Young men they would deceive them."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So, fare ye well, ye Mormond braes,
     Where often I've been cheerie.
     O, fare ye well, ye Mormon braes,
     Since I have lost my dearie"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "But I'll put on a gown of green
     For a forsaken token
     And every one will very well know,
     That the band o' love's been broken."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So, fare ye well, ye Mormond braes,
     Where often I've been cheerie.
     O, fare ye well, ye Mormon braes,
     Since I have lost my dearie"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There's many a horse has snappert and fa'n,
     And risen and gane fu'rarely
     There's many a lass has lost her lad'
     And I have lost my fairly"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So, fare ye well, ye Mormond braes,
     Where often I've been cheerie.
     O, fare ye well, ye Mormon braes,
     Since I have lost my dearie"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There are as good fish in the sea
     As ever yet were taken
     I'll cast my net and try again,
     I've been but once forsaken."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So, fare ye well, ye Mormond braes,
     Where often I've been cheerie.
     O, fare ye well, ye Mormon braes,
     Since I have lost my dearie"



Achrennight says, "Now that the rest of the funseekers have arrived, perhaps I can poke a little fun"

Achrennight says, "Since there seem to be more bards here, I guess I can sing a song about the bardic life"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping one by one, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping one by one, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping one by one
     And no one is having very much fun,
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping two by two, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping two by two, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping two by two
     It's a terribly period thing to do,
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping three by three, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping three by three, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping three by three
     I think that's MY hand on my knee!
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping four by four, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping four by four, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping four by four
     On the furniture, on the floor
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping five by five, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping five by five, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping five by five
     With everyone except their wives,
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping six by six, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping six by six, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping six by six
     With Landru up to his usual tricks,
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping seven by seven, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping seven by seven, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping seven by seven
     I think I've died and gone to heaven
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping eight by eith, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping eight by eight, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping eight by eight
     Hurry up Eileethan or you'll be late
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping nine by nine, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping nine by nine, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping nine by nine
     I don't know why, it must be the wine,
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The Bards are sleeping ten by ten, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping ten by ten, oyez... oyez...
     The Bards are sleeping ten by ten
     No one's asleep and it's morning again,
     And the Bards are sleeping anywhere they can."

Achrennight curtsies.



Achrennight says, "And if that song wasn't bad enough...here's one of Landru's favorites"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He was a fine upstanding bantam cock,
     So brisk, and stiff, and spry
     With a springy step and a jaunted plume,
     And a purposeful look in his eye,
     In his little black laughing eye."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So I took him to the coop and introduced him to
     My seventeen wide eyed hens,
     And he tooked and he tooked as a hero tooks,
     And he bowed them all and then
     He up and took them again."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Well then upon the peace of my ducks and geese
     He did boldly intrude.
     And with glazed eyes and open mouths
     They bore it all with fortitude
     And a little bit of gratitude."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He jumped my giggling guinea fowl,
     He thrust his attentions upon
     My twenty hysterical turkeys
     And a visiting migrant swan,
     And the bantam thundered on."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He groped my fantail pigeon doves
     And my lily white columbine
     And as I was locking up my budgierigar,
     He jumped my parrot from behind-
     He was sitting on my shoulder at the time."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "But all of the sudden, with a gasp and a gulp
     He clapped his wings to his head.
     He lay flat on his back with his feet in the air,
     My bantam cock was dead,
     And the vultures circled overhead."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "What a noble beast, what a champion cock,
     What a way to live and to die.
     But as I dug him a grave to protect his bones
     From those hungry buzzards in the sky,
     The bantam opened up a sly little eye."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He gave me a wink and a terrible grin,
     They way that rapists do.
     He said, "You see them silly daft buggers up there,
     They'll be down in a minute or two,
     They'll be down in a minute or two."



Achrennight says, "I think I have one more ribald tune in my book somewhere..."

Achrennight says, "This is a rather old song, but it's still a good one"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I've been a wild rover for many a year,
     And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
     But now I'm returning with gold in great store,
     And I never will play the wild rover no more."

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "And it's no, nay, never.
     No, nay, never, no more,
     I will play the rover.
     No never, no more."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I went to an ale house I used to frequent,
     And I told the landlady my money was spent.
     I asked her for credit, she answered me nay.
     Such custom like yours I could have any day."

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "And it's no, nay, never.
     No, nay, never, no more,
     I will play the rover.
     No never, no more."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I took from my pockets ten platinums bright,
     And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight,
     She said, "I have whiskey and wines of the best,
     And I'll take you upstairs, and I'll show you the rest"

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "And it's no, nay, never.
     No, nay, never, no more,
     I will play the rover.
     No never, no more."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done,
     And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
     And if they caress me as oft times before,
     I never will play the wild rover no more!"

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "And it's no, nay, never.
     No, nay, never, no more,
     I will play the rover.
     No never, no more."

Achrennight smiles innocently.



Achrennight says, "And now a song called "The Jolly Tinker"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "As I went down a shady lane, on a door I chanced to knock,
     "Have you any pots or kettles now with rusty holes to block?"
     Well indeed I have, don't you know I have,
     To my ri-fa-loo-ra-la-di, well indeed I have."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The missus came up to the door, and asked me to come in,
     Sayin, "You're welcome jolly tinker, and I hope you brought your tin."
     Well indeed I did, don't you know I did,
     To my ri-fa-loo-ra-la-di, well indeed I did."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "She took me through the kitchen and she took me through the hall,
     And the servants cried, "The devil, has she come to block us all?"
     Well indeed I haven't, don't you know I haven't,
     To my ri-fa-loo-ra-la-di, well indeed I haven't."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "She took me up the stairs, me boys, for to show me what to do,
     Then she fell on the feather bed, so I fell on it too.
     Indeed I did, don't you know I did,
     To my ri-fa-loo-ra-la-di, well indeed I did."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So then I picked up my frying pan and I began to knock,
     For to let the servants know, me boys, that I was at my work.
     Och indeed I was, don't you know I was,
     To my ri-fa-loo-ra-la-di, well indeed I was."

(Achrennight taps her heels in counterpoint)

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "She put her hand into her pocket and she drew out twenty pounds,
     Sayin, "Take this my jolly tinker, and we'll have another round."
     Och indeed we did, don't you know we did,
     To my ri-fa-loo-ra-la-di, well indeed we did."

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Well I've been a jolly tinker now for forty years or more,
     Ach, but such a lovely job as that I never did before.
     Well indeed I didn't, don't you know I didn't
     To my ri-fa-loo-ra-la-di, well indeed I didn't."



Achrennight asks, "I've only got one true drinking song...think it's about time I sing it?"

Achrennight says, "Well, it's one that requires most to be drunk and lots of voices, and since we've got both...might as well"

Achrennight grins.

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "I belong to Crossing
     Dear old Crossing town
     But what's the matter wi' Crossing,
     For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
     I'm only a common working chap,
     As anyone here can see,
     But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
     Crossing belongs to me!"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I've been wi' a couple o' cronies,
     One or two pals o' my ain
     We went in a hotel, and we did very well,
     And then we came out once again.
     Then we went into anither,
     And that is the reason I'm fu'
     We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus,
     Just listen we'll sing it to you:"

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "I belong to Crossing
     Dear old Crossing town
     But what's the matter wi' Crossing,
     For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
     I'm only a common working lass,
     As anyone here can see,
     But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
     Crossing belongs to me!"

Achrennight sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There's nothing in keeping your money,
     And saving a copper or two.
     If you've nothing to spend, then you've nothing to lend,
     Why that's all the better for you.
     There no harm in taking a drappie,
     It ends all your trouble and strife
     It gives ye the feeling that when you get home,
     You don't give a hang for the wife!"

A chorus of voices join with Achrennight's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "I belong to Crossing
     Dear old Crossing town
     But what's the matter wi' Crossing,
     For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
     I'm only a common working lass,
     As anyone here can see,
     But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
     Crossing belongs to me!"

Guest Descriptions


Achrennight Filanti, an Elf
She has jade eyes, very long thick black hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a moonstone unicorn pendant, a fir longbow, a wren feather pick, a small dragon charm, a tiny nightingale charm, a lapis lazuli anklet, a slender silver bracelet set with dark red ruby teardrops, a sparkling heart-shaped diamond pendant, a delicate enameled oval locket, a diamond engagement ring, an End of Summer Fling ring, a black medium doeskin case, a silver small suede case, a grey broad-brimmed slouch hat with an extremely long raven feather, a soft pink satin ribbon, some red silk ribbons, a silk long pouch, a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, some high-heeled slouched leather boots, a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a shimmering golden harp, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, an elegant ivory Elothean bracelet shaped into seven interlocking arrowheads, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a flowing cinnamon tunic patterned with umber arrowheads and a long black flared skirt trimmed with imported Elothean lace.



Minstrel Ailill Dreaghnean, a Human Bard
He has jade eyes, very long thick amber hair that is tousled, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a rosewood longbow, some jet black fur-lined leathers, an ordinary shield, a leather reinforced helm, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a long pouch, a leather aventail, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a forest green kilt, an emerald green quiver, a forest green sheath, some rich sable boots, a rich sable sack and an olive green backpack.



Digmo McDog, an Elothean Moon Mage
He has milky blue eyes, very long wavy grey hair that is tied back, and copper skin.
He is in his prime for an Elothean.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flagon of Baearholt's braggot in his right hand.
He is wearing a tiny gold telescope pin, a brushed silver torque inlaid with an onyx coyote silhouetted against a cambrinth moon, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a delicate silver ring set with a carved sandstone she wolf guarding a goldfish bowl, a green and naivy-blue plaid kilt, a hip pouch, a heavy black leather belt clasped with a large silver buckle in the shape of a howling wolf, some soft black velvet boots each clasped with an amethyst-eyed silver wolfhead, a black leather bullwhip, a crude leather vest stitched with tiny bones, a delicate gold necklace with a half-moon charm, some grey socks, a lemon yellow jonquil, a milk-white daffodil, a white carnation boutonniere, a narrow gold wedding band shaped into an intricate true lover's knot, a creamy white daffodil, a disk-shaped moon mage's white gold earring that appears to shift through moon phases in the light, a blue braided leather weapon harness, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a milk-white daffodil, a sturdy black backpack, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, a scorched talisman suspended from a rotted leather cord, a black cambric pouch, a tarnished silver ring inset with cambrinth skulls, a bone ring engraved with a she-wolf standing next to a disheveled elothean male who is staring at a smoky black cambrinth stone representing the Elanthian moon Katamba, some burnished chain, a alder longbow, a dark leather mask, some mail gloves and a light crossbow.



Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan, a Human Bard
She has grey eyes, shoulder length wavy auburn hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a flask of Glythtide's Favor in her left hand.
She is wearing a grey leather haversack, a canvas sack, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a somber black hooded cloak, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a carved silver pick, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a tear-drop crystal earring, a delicate goldbark wren and panther clasp, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sturdy red backpack and some smoke grey leathers.



Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
She has violet eyes, long thick silver hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.

She has faint scuffing to the abdomen.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a dainty gold satin rosette, a shimmering gold ribbon, some calla lily earrings with pearl accents, some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a carved pick, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, some white silk stockings, a sparkling-red cookie bag, a tiny nightingale charm, a gold owl ear-stud, a white silken cape lined with thick snowbeast fur, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a blue velvet gown, a blue velvet hat embossed with a galaxy of stars, some blue velvet slippers, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a scalloped golden chain anklet with dangling golden acorns and a small tikka festooned with elaborate silver ivywork.



Fizzia Fuzzlewump, a Halfling Ranger
She has blue eyes, shoulder length curly red hair that is tousled, and rosy skin.
She is a tartsnatcher for a Halfling.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the abdomen.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing an amber unicorn bracelet, a black leather bullwhip, a teak longbow, some tan hunting leathers, a forest green wool cloak embroidered at the edges with elaborate ivory knotwork, a jade green thigh bag, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a sorrel red doeskin belt, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a chipped ceramic pin in the shape of a raccoon face, a diamond band, a triskele medallion, a thigh quiver, a green crystal tikka shaped like a tiny arrow, a strand of dull amber beads, a pair of emerald earrings, an unicorn ring, a forest green ribbon, a jade green journey pack, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a starry white narcissus, a jade green shoulder satchel, a gleaming silver circlet delicately engraved with sinuous vinery, a gleaming silver torque with a diamond-cut obsidian drop pendant, a leather cuff embroidered with the words "No Ranger stands alone.", a boar charm, an emerald flowery jumper, a light cinnamon mask, some reinforced hide gloves and a foresters bow.



Giladnight ibnFilanti, an Elf
He has silver eyes, shoulder length wavy brown hair that is braided, and copper skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a lumpy bundle, an emblazoned tower shield, a waermodi gwethdesuan, an ebony journey pack, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a silver chain, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, a black sash, a ruby signet ring, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Empath Guild, a jet black cougar-hide tunic, an ornate scabbard, some blue woolen socks, a snakeskin sack, a black leather eye patch, a tattered burlap bag marked "Majikul Supplize", a leather belt, a cambrinth ring, a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram, some jet black cougar-hide boots, a twisted cambrinth armband, a simple robe with curious silver sigils embroidered about the cuffs and hem, a raven black silk rosette the color of Katamba's waning face, some jet black wolfskin pants, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a black herb pouch and a teardrop cambrinth pendant.



Lena Silverburg, a Human Commoner
She has ale-brown eyes, long wavy golden brown hair that is tied back, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some fresh goat milk in her right hand.
She is wearing a flowing skirt, a large sack, a sturdy backpack, a dove-grey cotton blouse, some boots, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and a lasmodi gwethdesuan.



Lovelorn Captivatress, a Human
She has green eyes, long curly brunette hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a pint of dark double-bock in her right hand.
She is wearing a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a twisted cambrinth armband, some black hunting leathers, a crimson leather hip belt fastened with an onyx buckle, a jet black fur-lined scabbard, a deep black pouch stitched with silver constellations, some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a black herb pouch, a raven black silk rosette the color of Katamba's waning face, a black leather ankle sheath, a slender silver bracelet set with dark red ruby teardrops, a necklace with a silver eternity knot dangling from the chain, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram, a silver filigree and cambrinth earring, a silver flute case, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a brushed silver torque inlaid with an onyx coyote silhouetted against a cambrinth moon, a silver ring engraved with the image of a moon and sun, a silver ring engraved with twining moons and stars, a black leather mask, some reinforced hide gloves and a maple short bow.



Ranger Mobelia burnzyn, an Elf
She has crystal green eyes, very long curly golden brown hair that is tousled, and rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a bottle of bearheart stout in her right hand.
She is wearing a lantholite gwethdesuan, a willow longbow, full double leather, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, some forest green socks, a black suede hip pouch, a diamond encrusted platinum ring bearing the crest of the Ranger's guild, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a silver owl earring, an ivy anklet, a necklace with a silver eternity knot dangling from the chain, a sleek garter made of verdant ivy twined with shimmering silver threads, a taneel'neg ring, a pair of silver ivy leaf earrings, a snug lace bodice, a brown velvet ribbon, some black riding boots with silver spurs, thin silver spectacles, a willow backpack and some side-laced silk pants.



Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
He has blue eyes, short wavy black hair that is tied back, and tanned skin.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a black suede hooded cloak, some polished black armor, a blood red swashbuckler's sash, a black eyepatch vividly stained with crimson blood, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a leather weapon harness, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Rock Loyalheart, a Human Paladin
He has milky white eyes, shoulder length curly black hair that is unkempt, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a tower shield in his left hand.
He is wearing a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a golden tasseled spear, an embossed greatsword sheath, a leather forage sack, a silver earring in the shape of a shield emblazoned with a heart, a dark tabard emblazoned with the Apostle's coat of arms, a spear baldric, some gleaming silver white plate, a dwarven great helm and a pair of slate grey handguards.

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