Aengen Concert, 1/27/2001, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn
As transcribed by Mykk Dalys
It has
been 364 years, 25 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is
the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Silver Unicorn.
It is currently winter and it is dawn.
The night winter sky is a crisp, clear, starry black.
[Arthe
Hollow Inn, Common Room]
The room is filled with long, low tables and stools, where several people sit eating hearty bowls of Arthe Hollow's popular lamb stew. A large stone fireplace dominates one wall. Daisy Burdock, the inn's cook and waitress, crosses the room carrying a precarious arrangement of bowls and plates. She stops briefly to tease and joke with a regular customer. A sign is posted prominently next to the archway. You also see a wooden menuboard, a polished wooden bar, some wooden stairs, and an open doorway.
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Aengen Paranien of Elanthia, an Elf
Journeyman Ailill Dreaghnean of Elanthia,
a Human Bard
Huntress Amabella Moonmad of Elanthia,
an Elothean Ranger
Commander Argot Dominai of Elanthia, a
Gor'Tog Barbarian
Ashreen
(sorry, no further info available)
Belulhe Baringsford, an Elven Cleric
Blackrune Aki'zekh, a Rakash Paladin
Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a
Dwarf
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human
Bard
Mercenary Easem Grinnidat, a Gor'Tog
Barbarian
Enchantria LakeDreams, a S'Kra Mur
Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human
Bard
Hunter Eupholus Bennetti of Elanthia, a
Dwarf
Minstrel Gerint Idon's-Heron, a Human
Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling
Moon Mage
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean
Sentinel Ingwe Eregion of Elanthia, an
Elven Paladin
Taleweaver Jaebom Clivin, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Jaqueni Onofrio of Elanthia, a Human
Madrigal Jenkz Monttoya of Elanthia, an Elf
Journeywoman Keeyanna Fleurent, a
Dwarven Bard
Minstrel Lemack Grenezeal of Elanthia, a
S'Kra Mur Bard
Lisca Theyd, an Elven Moon Mage
Battle Empath Melindrha Quinnell of
Elanthia, a Halfling Empath
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Razzleberrie Dalure of Elanthia, a
Halfling
Serennade Nightharmony of Elanthia, a
Human
Monk Shantavi Leshath, a Prydaen
Thessala Ne'Seleness, an Elothean Moon
Mage
Travail Keehosh, an Elothean Warrior Mage
Madrigal Xaphira Vonara, an Elothean Bard
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SET LIST
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"Idon was walking brisk and
fair"
"Most bards will sing love songs"
Encore:
Daerlynn
says, "I wanted to thank you all for coming..."
Daerlynn
exclaims, "As you may or may not know... this is our fourth
concert!!!"
Daerlynn
exclaims, "And we have bards already lined up for the next two as
well!!!"
Daerlynn
beams!
Daerlynn
says, "So ... keeping in line with the three wonderful Bards we have had
so far.. Dreamheart, Dewsong.. and Lethargy..."
Daerlynn
says, "I would love to introduce a beautiful Bard that I know I have
always loved to hear sing... and wished I would hear more often.... "
Daerlynn
yells, "Aengen!!"
Aengen
says, "thank you! I am so proud to have been invited by Daerlynn to play
for you all."
Aengen
says, "well, then let me begin"
Aengen
opens her medium velvet case.
Aengen
gets a slightly worn ash mandolin resurfaced with a cherrywood inlay from
inside her medium velvet case.
Aengen
gets a cotton rag from inside her medium velvet case.
Aengen puts
her rag in her medium velvet case.
Aengen
chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I call you in, and call you in
And call you in by three.
Music is the magic here
That binds you all to me."
Aengen
chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So sit you down and lend an ear
And raise a drink with me.
We'll spend a few anlaen here
In tuneful insobriety."
(Aengen
grins and bows with a flourish to you all.)
Aengen
asks, "Okay, then let me begin and see where we end up, shall I?"
Aengen
gazes about the room appreciatively, admiring the flash and gleam as the
assembled crowd glitters in the candlelight. "You're a rare, fine,
handsome group" she announces, "and it's a pleasure and a privilege
to be singing for you in this admirable establishment."
Aengen
tunes her mandolin absently as she continues, saying "I think I'll start
off with a song that was written at the request of a bride. She wanted some
songs of Bardic Love at her wedding, and wanted them so determinedly that she
held a contest and challenged any bards who wished to have their say."
Aengen
wryly asks, "It's not often I get an actual invitation to sing out, so how
was I to resist such a chance?"
Aengen
flattens her palm over the strings of her instrument, glancing up with a smile
as she announces "Now, bards being famed as we are as lovers of many things
- men, women, song, drink, knowledge, travel - the list is near endless - this
gave me some difficulty! So I beg you all - give me your ears for as long or
short a time as you wish, and I will try to return the favour by entertaining
you if I possibly can."
Aengen
exclaims, "This song is called "Bardic Heart", and was written
by your humble servant. Oh - and if any of you care to sing along, I'd never
object at all!"
Aengen
settles her mandolin casually and launches into a lively tune, fingers dancing
across the strings.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I'm a tavernkeeper's daughter, at
the crossroads I was bred -
Words and music filled my ears right from
the start.
Wherever voices sang, well, that's the
place where I was led -
My mother said I had a Bardic
Heart."
Jaebom's
tenor, Daerlynn's alto and Isembard's tenor join with Aengen's mezzo-soprano as
she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loving bard -
My love endures, my heart is wide.
I'll keep my love within my heart....
With room for countless more
beside!"
Aengen
scans the room as she plays, her foot tapping briskly in time to the music. As
her eye lights on you, she lowers her lashes and flashes you a shamelessly
flirtatious glance before launching into her next verse.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, my tavernkeeper mother has a
soft spot for a bard,
She's a woman loves the fiddle and the
drum.
Singers, players, gypsy rovers with a
wink get past her guard
And from all the world's four quarters
they have come."
Aengen
whirls about, her fingers drumming a rapid soft tattoo from her mandolin before
returning to coax a ripple of notes from the strings.
A chorus
of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loyal bard
And I will love you all my days.
My every love like gold I hoard
And yet I still will go my ways."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Thus it was I grew with music and
the restless come and go
Of the makers of that music as they
passed.
And I learned that bards are rovers, and
the open road our home
And that if we think to settle, it won't
last."
Aengen
winks at you.
Aengen
dances in a widening circle, feet flashing and stamping as she plays.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loyal bard,
To all my loves forever bound.
I love them all, the dark, the fair -
I simply cannot stick around!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And we'll always travel lightly, and
our eyes will boldly meet -
We are Idon's sons and daughters, after
all.
Murrula gives us voices but the dark
youth gives us heat.
A Bardic Heart can warm you most of
all."
Aengen
glances up, her eyes meeting yours as she smiles slowly, holding your gaze for
a long moment before spinning away in her dance, the music for a moment wilder
and sweeter as she turns.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loyal bard
And if my eye on you should fall
I swear I'll love you faithfully
Though I will not stay long at all.
"
Aengen
smiles teasingly, the bright notes of the melody she plays hanging like
laughter in the air.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now my heart contains my music and
the memories of each place
That my roving days and nights have
brought me to,
And each remembered place contains the
well remembered face
Of a love to whom I always will be
true."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loyal bard
My heart is deep, my heart is wide.
My heart's a mansion and will hold
All the loves that I can abide."
Aengen
whirls in a tight circle in the centre of the floor before coming to a dead halt
with a stamp of her feet, only the wide folds of her skirt still awaying as she
stands, and only the faint echo of her music hanging in the air.
Aengen
smiles and curtsies deeply, holding her mandolin out to one side as if
presenting her partner to the audience.
Aengen
says, "and that's at least part of what a bard is - just ask us."
Aengen
asks, "Well now....having warned you, what shall I sing to you next?"
Aengen
ponders.
Aengen
says, "You know, this is a very pleasant Inn, and it minds me of another I
know.....and a strange night I had there once. "
Aengen
asks, "I'll sing you of that, shall I?"
Aengen
exclaims, "okay, okay - then here is the song of another winter's
night!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I was singing in the tavern
One cold and windy night
When in there came a stranger
To the warmth and noise and light."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He had the strangest, strangest eyes
that I had ever seen.
All black as is the darkest night
But with a silver sheen."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"A shadow fell as he came in
And voices all did fail.
The firelight seemed to falter
As the flames sank and grew pale."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He gazed about the silent room,
His face as calm as sleep,
And all who met his dreaming eyes
Fell still, and seemed to weep."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""Play for us, Bard" he did
command
And indicated me
And to my horror my hands played
All independently."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"A darker music never heard
Than what I played for him,
And all who heard could say no word
But listened, faces grim."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And all night long I played his song
And not a soul could speak.
The stranger sat before the fire
And held us 'til daybreak."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"At last the sun began to rise
And dawnlight crept inside.
The stranger rose without a word
And vanished with the night."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"We rubbed our eyes and glanced about
And met each others' stare
and looked away and gazed around
As if he'd not been there."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"But ever since that visitor
Took his rest by that hearth
The tavernkeeper's kegs are full
With ale of noble worth."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And I have seen my mandolin
Act strangely in the night
For when I play at end of day
The strings shine like starlight."
Aengen sings
in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So though I would not name a name
I have my theories.
I sing and play, and praise the day
And savour the night breeze."
Aengen
gazes at her mandolin.
Aengen
casually observes the area.
Aengen
says, "and it's the truth. I swear."
Aengen
nods.
Aengen
says, "oh, I like you. Please, have more drinks and settle in."
Aengen
asks, "hm.....now, I have one or two winter songs, a couple of melancholy
ones - some fluffy lightweight ones. How about we call it a Bardic Salad
tonight?"
Aengen
says, "I'll sing you a song of a Lady in Riverhaven, shall I? A fine lady
she was, and clever and bold."
Aengen exclaims,
"okay, the Haven Lady!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"There was a fine, fair lady did live
in Haven town
And suitors came in crowds and droves her
favour for to win.
But she was fine and free and proud and
laughed them all to scorn
And all she said was "Go your ways,
for none will enter in!""
Aengen
says, "and the lady said:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O none of you will please me
O none of you will do.
So go your ways, you arrant knaves,
For none of you will do."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"They cluttered up the market, they
blocked the alleys too,
And overflowed into the road and loitered
in the lanes.
They preened and quarrelled and strutted,
and tossed the dice all day
And boasted of their tailors and invented
new card games."
Aengen
says, "And the lady said:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O none of you will please me
O none of you will do.
So go your ways, you arrant knaves.
For none of you will do."
Aengen
sticks her nose up in the air haughtily.
Aengen
winks at Gerint.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The city fathers were distraught,
and begged the lady choose -
"Take any one" the old men
cried, "just so the rest will go!
They're cluttering the market and they're
clogging up the lanes...
Please sacrifice yourself!" they
cried, but the lady answered "No"."
Aengen
says, "And the lady - most emphatically - said:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O,
*none* of them will please me!
O, *none* of
them will do!
So go your ways, you ancient knaves,
For none of them will do!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The city fathers wept and wailed and
beat upon their breasts
And made loud noises, frequently, about
urban decay.
When they started talking treason, their
wives all took a stand
In voices firm to indicate the lady had a
say."
Aengen
says, "And all the wives thunderously asserted:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O none of them will please her,
O none of them will do.
So go your ways, you all are knaves
And none of them will do."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh the city fathers grumbled and the
suitors carried on
And you'd think the world was ending for
the noises of them all!
And as they whined and whimpered and they
grumbled in the street
That fine and fair brave lady did elope
over her wall."
Aengen
says, "And she sang as she climbed aboard the ferry:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O none of you could please me,
O none of you could do!
For I've a love already who's
Worth every one of you!"
Aengen
says, "And as the ferry pulled out of sight, the last that fine fair lady
heard of her unlamented suitors was the sound of their yelping, as the wives of
the city fathers grabbed their brooms and swept their city clean with a will
and a whacking."
Aengen
says, "you are all most kind and gracious."
Aengen
smiles about the room in pleasure.
Aengen
says, "Now then....a winter song. "
Aengen
says, "You folk are just having too much fun - we need something to quiet
you down for a brief moment."
Aengen
says, "it's an old tale - not all that common, but I know it from my
girlhood."
Aengen
smiles.
Aengen
says, "I'll sing you of Murrula and the Yearking - it's almost the right
time of year, anyway."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"On the longest night of bleak winter
When the air is like iron in the mouth
The Yearking sits ancient and dying
And dreams in the dark of his
youth."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Murrula comes down off the mountain
Through the cold night and the snow
And every place where her foot steps
light
A patch of spring grass grows."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The Yearking sits dreaming in shadow
In his arid and crumbling hall,
Eyes turned within to old visions
As he waits for a last dark to fall.
"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"To his gate comes fire-bright
Murrula -
The doors all swing back at her hand.
Through the empty keep she approaches
And flames leap at her command."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Murrula comes near to the Yearking,
Kisses him tender and sweet.
Murrula's kiss is the breath of fire,
Murrula's touch is heat."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The old king cries out as she finds
him
And flames rise around him like wings.
He burns in the heart of her fire, and
his youth
Is reborn as Murrula sings."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The Yearking flies up like the
phoenix
As winter gives way to the spring
And he and Murrula are fire and flame
Dancing life back into everything."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And they are old friends and lovers
And each year the mystery's the same.
She burns away the cold of dark death
And they bring the spring back
again."
Aengen
asks, "You didn't think Hodierna could bring in the spring ALL by herself,
did you now?"
Aengen
winks.
Aengen
bows.
Aengen
says, "Well now - having sung of Murrula, I must sing of Idon"
Aengen
says, "he's a jealous lad, and I must keep him pleased with me."
Aengen
smiles at you, her gaze travelling around the room slowly.
Aengen
quietly says, "I have a song to sing of the Lord Idon, and of a certain
time that all did not go...quite...as he expected. I hope you enjoy it."
Aengen
coaxes a lively tune from her old mandolin.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Idon was walking brisk and fair
With broken hearts to bind his black
hair.
Bored and idle,looking for fun,
he cast around for another one."
Aengen
dryly says, ""And I'm sure you all know what HE'S like.""
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"A pretty blonde maid went walking
by,
Nose in the air and a spark in her eye.
Idon glanced once and then he winked
twice
But she tossed her head as cool as
ice."
Aengen
shakes her head, saying "Well! you can imagine Idon's response to a
challenge like that!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Idon blinked once in disbelief
And followed her close as a stalking
thief.
She laughed at him and danced away,
Swinging her skirt like a child at
play."
Aengen
smiles to herself, plucking the notes of a wild and giddy dance tune from her
mandolin.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Idon was trapped in the blur of her
dance -
Struck dumb as a stone in enchanted trance.
Fight as he would, still caught at her
whim,
Kerenhappuch had bridled him."
Aengen
glances about the room, her gaze lingering on the fine men present
appreciatively. Her eye catches yours and she winks at you teasingly before
launching in to the last verse.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So all you fine men who make so free
Remember my song and listen to me.
Rove wild as you like, and break hearts
all over -
Somewhere, someone will return the
favour!"
Aengen
song ends in a flurry of skirts and a flash of ankle as she bows with mocking
grace, rising laughingly.
Aengen
says, "One of the things people ask for quite often is a love song - it's
a mystery to me, but wedding guests seem to like them, you know? Anyway, I'm an
obliging bard and try to keep the audience happy, so I do my best to write love
songs for them. The trouble is, I am terrible at it. They tend to take a bit of
a wrong turn every time."
Aengen
ponders briefly.
Aengen
says, "This doesn't mean that, having sweated and laboured and muttered
and cursed until I finally managed to churn one out that you won't have to
listen to it tonight, however. So......here's a nice, light, happy love song
for you all to - I hope - enjoy, at least a little."
(Aengen
picks a lively, bright melody from her mandolin, the notes skittering through
the air in a giddy shower.)
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Sing me a love song, the lady
entreated,
And make it be happy and end with a
smile.
And so I reflected and rummaged in mem'ry
And this is the tale that I then sang for
her."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"There was a brave maiden did go out
a-hunting
A-hunting she went with her bow and her
spear.
She frighted the cougars all out of the
forest
And out of the meadows she started the
deer."
Aengen sings
in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And as she was stalking most lithe
and delightful,
Stalking through forest and stalking
through stream
She came on a young man all handsome and
charming
Who gazed in amazement and swore her a
dream."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"She laughed at his folly and tried
to pass by him.
He reached out a hand and did beg her to
stay.
She fair looked him over and found him so
pretty
That she stowed her weapons and lingered
to play."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He held her so closely and touched
her so sweetly
That she had no thought for the hunting
at all.
So down went their weapons, and down went
their armour
And down on the ground did the both of
them fall."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The green grass grew lush and the
green grass grew high
So no sight nor sound of these two could
be seen.
And they played in the grass and the time
it did pass
And no one could tell where these lovers
had been."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The cougars returned and heard
whispering sighs,
The deer in the meadows heard soft little
sounds.
But spears all were grounded and arrows
stowed safely
And there was no danger that day on those
grounds."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now what may have come of that brave
hunter maid
Or to the fine lad who enticed her eyes
so
I never did hear to be certain of telling
But for one day at least I think love ruled them both."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And all this is meant to just give
you a moral.
Oh, love may be passing or love may last
long.
However it comes, be it pleasing or
tragic
You can bet there's a bard who will make
it a song."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"However it comes, be it pleasing or
tragic
Be it noble or comic or innocent-sweet
A bard will determine to capture it's
magic
And sing with no mercy howe'er you
entreat!"
(Aengen
strikes a pose and looks extremely smug.)
Aengen
says, "Okay, my next one is a tale from a long time ago. I hope you enjoy
it."
Aengen
quietly says, "My people are of the Sand Elves, as you may guess by
looking at me - though it has been long since they left the deserts, and I
myself only know those sands in dreams and tales. "
Aengen
strokes a soft hiss from her bodhran, like the drift of sand in a light wind.
Aengen
smiles and glances around the room.
Aengen
says, "This is one of those stories - my great-grandmother told it to me,
so it must be the truth, you will all agree."
Aengen
grins and rattles a sharp tattoo on her drum to recall your attention.
Aengen
says, "This is called "The Visitors"."
Aengen
recites:
"Long and long ago, the story says
There was a traveller of the desert ways
-
Kiloren was his name.
If any then alive knew the sand's secrets
It was he."
Aengen
recites:
"On a night dark and clear as
shadowed glass
In dreams he heard the beat of wings go
past.
He rose up from his sleep,
Stepped to the tent flap, opened and drew
it back
To see."
Aengen
coaxes a low muttering rumble from her bodhran, like distant summer thunder.
Aengen
says, "This is what Kiloren ever after said....."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I saw two silent travellers, tall
and bright -
One cloaked in utter darkness like the
night,
The other grey and shining as star
light."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I bowed to them, and bid them
welcome be,
Lifted the tent flap, let them enter
free.
They exchanged glances, stepped in
silently."
Aengen
glances around the room, catching your eyes with her gaze as her fingers tap
out a strange, halting beat.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""Be welcome, strangers. Stay
and rest", I said.
As is our custom, offered fruit and bread
Water and wine, such comfort as I
had."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"From the dark figure's hood flashed
darker eyes
That struck me silent, sharper than
thrown knives.
Fear took me by the throat and bid me
die."
Aengen
rattles the tipper threateningly, an ominous, low rythm shuddering through the
room.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Dergati's eyes will make a man run
mad
From beauty, and from horror, it is said.
I know her glance stole all the heart I
had."
Aengen
gaze is focused somewhere distant and dark, fascinated and repelled.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The grey-clad figure laughed and
sighed in jest,
Said "Sister, you should be a better
guest -
No need to leave our host so sore
oppressed.""
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Petulant Dergati sulked and swept
outside
As laughing Phelim leaned, and bid me
rise
And gave me back all I'd lost to her
fierce eyes."
Aengen
laughs, glancing about at you and beating a playful rattling rythm from the
drum, her foot tapping irresistably in time.
Aengen
recites:
"Kiloren would have thought it all a
dream -
When he arose next morning, so it seemed!
Until he stepped outside...
A fountain played, clear as Dergati's
dark eyes -
Phelim's gift."
Aengen
says, "And so my great-grandmother swore to me - and Phelim's fountain may
play in the heart of the desert to this day, for all I know."
Aengen
bows, solemn-faced, with a smile lurking in her eyes as she draws her cloak
about her and withdraws.
Aengen
exclaims, "and it's all true, too - would I lie to such a fine group?
Never....nor would my grandmother!"
Aengen
boosts herself up to perch on the bar, crossing her legs in a flurry of skirts
and making sure you catch a glimpse of her ankles as she does so. She settles
her mandolin, stroking the strings lightly as she grins at you.
Aengen
teasingly says, "Now then - you know I told you I can't write love songs.
I try, Murrula knows I do try....but they just don't cooperate. This next one,
for instance - it was supposed to be so....ehrm......different from how it
turned out."
Aengen
asks, "Still, let's give it a try and see what you all think.....maybe
some of you will agree with the philosophy, hm?"
Aengen
flashes you all a cheerful wink as she launches into her next song.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Most bards will sing love songs, and
I'm no exception.
If you ask me, I'll sing one as blithe as
a bird.
I'll play a sweet song and ignore the
deception
But I know love is false by the stories
I've heard."
Keeyanna's
alto, Daerlynn's alto, Espritia's alto and Isembard's tenor join with Aengen's
mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"So give me your silver, give me your
gold
And I'll sing of love that will never
grow cold.
Give me a drink of the velvet red wine
And I'm sure I can sing of a love for all
time."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"When I was quite young I believed
every story
Of love everlasting and ladies like
doves,
Of heroes who fought for their bright
ladies' glory -
But I've learned since then nothing's
briefer than love."
Aengen
glances sorrowfully in to the depths of her tragically empty goblet.
Aengen
teasingly says, "Unless it should be the time between pouring the wine and
finishing it. "
Keeyanna's
alto, Daerlynn's alto, Espritia's alto and Isembard's tenor join with Aengen's
mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"So give me your silver, give me your
gold
And I'll sing of love that will never
grow cold.
Give me a drink of the brandy so rare
And I know I can sing of a love past
compare."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"While passing through Dirgetown -
now there's a bleak city -
I heard of a lady in residence there
Whose favour, though costly, is easy and
pretty
And leaves her loves smiling, with straw
in their hair. "
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"By the banks of the river where tall
Haven stands
I met with a young man in darkest
despair.
His lady had left him to go with another
And he lingered in grief and in sorrow by
there."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"So give me your silver, give me your
gold
And I'll sing of love that will never
grow cold.
Give me a glass of the richest dark ale
And maybe I'll sing of a love that won't
pale."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"As I was passing through lovely Leth
Deriel
The sound of a great lamentation there came.
I spied a sad maiden all weeping in
sorrow
When her lover betrayed her to ruin and
shame."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"There's men in the Crossing who'll
swear that they love you
But ladies, sweet ladies, take heed of my
words.
Beware of their promises so sweet and
hollow
For they'll leave you to weeping alone
and unheard."
Aengen
glances in mock accusation about the room at all the extremely handsome
gentlemen present before winking and launching into the next chorus.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"So give me your silver, give me your
gold
And I'll sing of love that will never
grow cold.
Give me a glass of the ouisque like fire
And I'll sing to you of a true love's
desire."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So give me your silver, give me your
gold
And I'll sing of love that will never
grow cold.
But remember, I pray you, for I'll tell
you true
Coin stays with you longer than love's
sweet words do!"
Aengen
jumps off the bar and curtsies dramatically.
Aengen
asks, "Tell me, folks, do any of you remember a certain gent by the name
of Ralel?"
Aengen
asks, "And do you remember the rumour regarding him, and a certain plague
that hit our Province?"
Aengen
says, "Well, if you remember then perhaps you will enjoy this next song."
Aengen
says, "and if not, well.....I'll sing it anyway"
Aengen
sticks her nose up in the air haughtily.
Aengen
grins.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"There was a cat, a very fine cat,
sleek and pointy-eared-oh
And he set out in the fine moonlight to
find himself a rat-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Ralel-alel-alert-and-sly
The cat's name was Ralel-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh he hunted up and he hunted down,
and he hunted in the town-oh
And at last he came to the midden-heaps,
and he found a little rat-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Ralel-alel-all-smooth-and-proud
The cat's name was Ralel-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh his eyes grew big and his
whiskers preened, and his teeth flashed in a grin-oh
And he played and played with that
little rat and then he let it run-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Ralel-alel-all-still-and-scarce
The cat's name was Ralel-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And then he hunted here and there,
and all around the woods-oh
Until he found another rat, and he let
that go too-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Ralel-alel-all-stealth-and-sneak
The cat's name was Ralel-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Ralel-alel-all-smug-and-sure
The cat's name was Ralel-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh he hides in the country, he hides
in the town, he hides in the forest green-oh
But there's more than one way to skin a
cat, and he'd better hope he's not seen-oh."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Ralel-alel-all-sleek-and-sneak
The cat's name is Ralel-oh."
Aengen
ends her song with a scutter of running notes like little paws in the night.
Gerint
says, "how bout a love song for the about to be wed couple"
Aengen
says, "I can do that"
Aengen
says, "sortof...."
Aengen
grins at Gerint.
Aengen
says, "I have a nice, soft love song, surely - and will be happy to sing
it for the couple if they would like"
Aengen
smiles.
Aengen
says, "it's short, for the naysayers"
Aengen
grins.
Aengen
says, "okay, okay"
Aengen
exclaims, "a love song!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"When first we met, my love and I
We little thought what love might be.
We thought it was a pleasant game
I for him and him for me."
Aengen
fingers fly over the strings, coaxing a playful old folk tune to life.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"We met and it was honey sweet,
We kissed and lit a warming fire.
Now in his arms is home to me
And he is all that I desire."
Aengen
playing slows, and she plucks a gentler melody, a variation on an old love song
which you have heard hummed, whistled or sung all your life.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now he's my heart, and I am his,
He is my light and I his day.
And we two chose this path to walk
That will now always be our way."
Aengen
smiles to herself, swaying in rythm with the music as she plays.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So wish us well, good people all
And raise a glass in toast to love.
It leads us home and keeps us warm
And from this joy we'll not
remove."
Aengen
bends her head over her instrument, the bright notes of the old melody lingering
in the air as her fingers coax a last refrain from the strings.
Aengen
gazes about, a smile lingering on her mouth as she curtsies.
(Aengen
toasts the happy couple.)
Aengen
says, "I have a few more, if you all still like"
Aengen
says, "Okay, then I have a song of Sorrow, if you would like to hear
it."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh do not sing for Sorrow,
Raise not your voice aloud.
Sorrow merits dirges slow,
A dead march or a requiem
But not a note in song."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Sing for joy and revelry
Sing for hope and honesty.
Sing for laughs and levity
But not a note for Sorrow."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, Sorrow lives in darkness
And dark are all his ways.
Pain is the weapon he wields,
Rage and Fear the slaves he commands.
Song may not enter there."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Sing for love and happiness,
Sing for pleasure's soft caress.
Sing for honour and prowess
But never sing for Sorrow."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, Sorrow is a cold thing,
An emptiness of heart.
A void of chill ambition
Lost to all kindness and all light.
Sing no song for Sorrow."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Sing for truth and mastery,
Sing for mere frivolity,
Sing in thoughtful reverie
But sing no songs for Sorrow."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Sorrow comes to ev'ry life
And brings in pain and tears,
But after Sorrow must come joy
As summer follows after snow
And Sorrow is forgotten."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"So sing for love and life and hope
And sing for pleasure and for joy.
Sing for courage and for light
But only pity Sorrow."
Aengen
stands straight, regarding you all with a smile before bowing deeply.
Aengen
says, "May sorrow never enter in here, and joy be monarch always."
Aengen
says, "Okay......I was saving the wench song, as Ama so elegantly names
it, for my last song"
Aengen
exclaims, "Okay - a wench song!"
Aengen
grins.
Aengen
says, "Though Ama misnames it - it's really a very serious song full of
good advice and counsel."
Aengen
frowns sternly at Amabella.
Aengen
grins.
Aengen
says, "When I was just a young girl setting out in the world eager and
green, my mother gave me a piece of advice which has stood me in good stead
many a time since."
Aengen
gazes about and, catching your eye, grins unapologetically.
Aengen
teasingly says, "Well, truth to tell, she gave me a great *many*
pieces of advice, but this one, I remembered."
Aengen
bends her head over her instrument, coaxing a lively, simple melody from the
strings.
Aengen
says, "Gentle audience, I crave your indulgence as I risk your ears - and
I will share with you "Ma's Advice"."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"As I was walking through the town
As I went up, as I went down
I met a thief all dressed in grey
Who said he'd steal my heart away."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh no, I said, this will not be
Good sir, my mother fore-warned me
Said she, "My daughter, take good
care -
Kiss them quick and leave them
there"."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"I kissed the thief all dressed in
grey
And winked and wandered on my way."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"As I was walking up the road
As I sang high, as I sang low
I met a paladin shining bright
Who said he'd be my own true
knight."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"I buffed him up and thanked him fair
Then kissed him quick and left him
there."
Aengen
smiles reminiscently, innocently remarking "He said he wanted to see if we
could "make his soulstone shine in the dark!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"As I climbed up a mountain high
(I speak no truth, I speak no lie)
A charming ranger came my way
And took my hand and bid me stay."
Aengen
rolls her eyes, and whispers behind her hand "he *said* he wanted
to show me "a little bit about skinning"..."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"I let him track me for a while
Then kissed and left him with a
smile."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I chanced on a Trader, rich and rare
Who stayed my step and spoke me fair.
I rode with him, both up and down
To pass the time from town to
town."
Aengen
looks rueful, exclaiming "And a rough and bumpy ride it was!"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"But at ride's end I bade farewell
And kissed and promised not to
tell."
Aengen
winks at you, whispering "Well, I'm not telling *much*!"
Aengen
giggles.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"As I was travelling light and free
A handsome empath chanced on me
He touched me in that way they will
And cleaned and healed me of all ill."
Aengen
dreamily says, ""Say what you will, NO one else can touch like an
empath can....""
Aengen
flushes slightly and picks up the tempo.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"I thanked him for his touch so rare
And kissed him quick and left him
there."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I met a war mage tall and grim -
Hard work to get a smile from him!
His Ice Patch made me fall quite hard
But he warmed me up with his Fire Shard."
Aengen
catches the eye of an elderly War Mage in the audience and blows him a kiss,
causing him to blush an alarmingly bright red.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"His magic almost made me stay
But I kissed him quick and ran
away."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I danced my way by land and sea -
A barbarian fighter danced with me.
With wrapped and twining limbs we'd spin
Parry and stalk and dance again."
Aengen
fingers dance over the strings, coaxing a spill of notes like laughter from her
instrument as she spins, stamping her feet playfully.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, he was sweet, and he was wild
But I kissed him quick and was not
beguiled."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"As I was roving one night late
A moon mage told to me my fate.
He tossed my bones and said he'd be
My pleasure and my destiny."
Aengen
flashes a laughing glance at you through her lashes.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh he was fine and he was fair
But I kissed him hard and left him
there."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"A Cleric in the temple said
That he was sure I'd raise the dead.
I thought it was a peevish whim
But he swore I was raising him!"
Aengen
blushes and looks unconvincingly appalled.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"I prayed his pardon, he prayed I
stay
But I kissed him demurely and went on my
way."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"As I sang in an inn so fine
A fellow bard sprang for the wine.
I kissed him once, he kissed me twice
(Seems his ma gave him good
advice!)"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"He kissed me quick, he kissed me
fair
He winked at me and left me there."
Aengen
gasps in disbelief.
Aengen
wryly exclaims, "And he stiffed me for the tab, too!"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"A bard is free, a bard is fair
A bard travels wild as the open air
She'll play your heart away from you
Then sing it back as good as new."
Aengen
gazes about, her eyes travelling the crowd appraisingly. Catching your glance,
she gazes at you expectantly.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now my song is over, I hope it has
pleased
And I need a drink for the thirst it has
raised!"
Aengen
smiles brilliantly and whirls about once more, skirts flashing as she sinks
again into a deep curtsey, her empty hand outstretched in parched appeal.
Aengen
says, "night, everyone - and thank you again very much. It was a blast
singing for you all."
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THE GUEST LIST
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Aengen Paranien of Elanthia, an Elf. [back to Guest List]
She has
amber eyes, very long thick black hair that is braided, and black skin.
She is
young for an Elf.
She is
in good shape.
She is wearing
a sloe-eyed coyote mask, a gold drop earring set in the center with a small
glittering topaz, a soft yellow Idon's trumpet, a black medium velvet case, a
black velvet sash, a tight black high-necked sweater, a fine bronze-hued cut
velvet skirt with thin hammered disks hanging from the dagged hem, a soft gold
suede garter with a ruby phoenix buckle, a black velvet knapsack, a carved
simple pick and an enameled-iron black fox pin with bright amber eyes.
Journeyman Ailill Dreaghnean of Elanthia, a Human Bard. [back to Guest List]
He has
jade eyes, very long thick amber hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is
young for a Human.
He has some
light stubble on his face.
He has
a tattoo of a full-masted sailing vessel on a violent ocean on his arm.
He is
in good shape.
He is
holding a flagon of ginger beer in his right hand and a flagon of ginger beer
in his left.
He is
wearing a oak longbow, a leather reinforced helm, a silver medium case, a
carved pick, some rich sable boots, a leather aventail, a kyanite gwethdesuan,
a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a rich sable sack, a sable cloak embroidered
with a raven bearing the crest of the Bards' guild, an emerald green quiver, a
crimson and forest plaid kilt, a forest green sheath, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a
silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, some elegant ebony leathers
seamed with double rows of snow opals, a Bardic Spirit Knot kilt-brooch, a
marqueterie copperleaf locket, a crystal rose pendant and a tall pewter
tankard.
Huntress Amabella Moonmad of Elanthia, an Elothean Ranger. [back to Guest List]
She has
one violet eye and one silver eye, very long thick platinum hair that is loose,
and rosy skin.
She is
in her prime for an Elothean.
She has
a tattoo of a golden hawk with its wings spread wide on her ankle.
She has
deep cuts across the abdomen, deep slashes across the back.
She is
wearing some reinforced hide gloves, a leather-cup shepherd's sling, a banded
silver albredine ring, a lantholite gwethdesuan, some winged cougar-leather
boots, a soft tan doeskin sack, a jade engagement ring, a thick leather thigh
quiver stitched in twine with crossed arrows, a dark hunting tunic of
feather-soft doeskin, an eagle feather, a sturdy weapon harness, a dark
spidersilk pouch, a small cambrinth stone strung on steel wire, a sturdy grey
wool cloak with a dark fur hood, a faint violet vela'tohr flower, a
hand-stitched traveler's pack, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some soft tan doeskin
leathers, a ebony longbow, a waermodi gwethdesuan and a leather cowl.
Commander Argot Dominai of Elanthia, a Gor'Tog Barbarian. [back to Guest List]
He has
black eyes and green-grey skin.
He is
in his prime for a Gor'Tog.
He has
faint scuffing to the chest, minor scarring along the chest area, tiny
scratches to the abdomen, minor scarring along the abdomen.
He is
holding an obsidian black broadsword in his right hand.
He is
wearing a lumpy bundle, a supple suede satchel with tightly-braided steelsilk
laces, a beribboned medal enameled with the proud crest of Zoluren, a short
hunting spear, an enameled-iron black fox pin with bright amber eyes, a dark
silk sash embroidered with the crest of Zoluren, a weathered beisswurm
backpack, some heavy grey woolen pants that hang in loose folds, a barbarian's
wristlet made of cured kelpie leather and interlaced goblin bones, an ugly grey
sack, a mottled reaver-hide sack with bone-tipped strings, a black lambskin
sporran, a tiny wrist pouch crafted from a rat skull, an iron-banded leather
helm with a depending segmented neck guard, a deep crimson swordsman's shirt
laced at the neck with a woven silver cord, some oiled leather armor reinforced
with darkened steel plates and spiked guards, a platinum Shosandu ring, a thick
bearskin cloak embroidered with the image of the boar of Everild appearing to
be charging off the back, some spike-knuckled leather gauntlets with dragons
tooled on the cuffs, some thick bearskin boots with engraved boar tusk heels, a
wild boar charm, an agate band with snarling gargoyle faces outlined in copper
wire, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian Guild, a small leather
pouch decorated with bear claws and viper fangs, an earring made from a large
yellowed Leucro tooth suspended from a silver wire, a double-wrapped leather
sword belt tooled with rampaging wild boars and an oval shield.
Belulhe Baringsford, an Elven Cleric. [back to Guest List]
She has
dark eyes, shoulder length thick black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is
young for an Elf.
She has
some tiny scars across the right arm, some faint scars along the left hand.
She is
in good shape.
She is
wearing a waermodi gwethdesuan, a sturdy backpack, a wilted rose, some mail
gloves, a polished chain balaclava, some polished chain, a crystal charm hung
from a fine silver chain, some trousers, a rich golden pouch, a silver-edged
dark spidersilk pouch, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a fuzzy gem pouch,
an articulated blued-steel weapon harness with interlocking plates engraved
with the form of a regal lion, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to
Chadatru, a shimmering fiery scarlet ribbon and a pilgrim's badge.
Blackrune Aki'zekh, a Rakash Paladin. [back to Guest List]
He has
crystal blue eyes, shoulder length thick black hair that is tousled, and ebon
skin.
He is young
for a Rakash.
He has
a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a long tangled
beard.
He has
deep cuts across the right leg.
He is
wearing a target shield, a light crossbow, some black gauntlets, a brilliant
scarlet surcoat emblazoned with a majestic raven, a fine mesh backpack, a wide
leather Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, a sprig of
mistletoe, a jet black leather harness, a field plate armor, a darkened chain
balaclava adorned with an iron dragon circlet and a pilgrim's badge.
Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a Dwarf. [back to Guest List]
He has
black eyes, very long thick blue-black hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
He is
young for a Dwarf.
He has
a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a long shaggy
beard.
He has
a tattoo of a skull and crossbones on his arm.
He has
faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the left eye.
He is
in good shape.
He is
holding a blue and gold velvet brocade pouch in his right hand.
He is
wearing a sack streaked with ale and wine stains, a journey-worn instrument
case, a dark blue armband embroidered with the heraldic device of the Stone
Clan Militia, a black silk shirt adorned with beveled platinum cufflinks, a
carved black pick, an etched silver medallion, an ornate scabbard, some boots,
a canvas field kit, a sturdy black backpack, some massive plate armor, some
black broadcloth pants with a row of gold coins stitched up the side, a tall
pewter tankard, a dwarven great helm, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized
dragon clasping its tail in its mouth and a pair of mesh bronze handguards.
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard. [back to Guest List]
She has
jade eyes, shoulder length straight brunette hair that is loose, and pale skin.
She is
young for a Human.
She is
in good shape.
She is
holding a small pumpkin in her left hand.
She is
wearing some golden viper-skin boots embroidered with rampant black dragons, a
dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a brightwork
greatsword scabbard with a fire-gilded king snake wrapped down its length, some
silvered chain woven over the heart with steelsilk links forming a white dove
bearing a broken sword, a delicate silver Elven chain choker, a leaf-green
suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a hip pouch, a Bardic Soul Knot
hair-clasp, a delicate white gold wedding ring entwined with a lover's knot
cradling a harp, a carved pick, some hammered gold toe bells, a belled anklet,
a filigreed gold bracelet studded with frost opals and hung with tiny bells, a
jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a dark amber ear cuff
adorned with tiny silver bells, a gypsy kerchief, a silver mesh moonflower
framed by delicate emerald silk leaves, a delicate brushed silver armband
trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a forest green linen peasant
blouse with a loose and daring neckline and a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt
that is gathered up highly on one side.
Mercenary Easem Grinnidat, a Gor'Tog Barbarian. [back to Guest List]
He has
crystal blue eyes and emerald skin.
He is
young for a Gor'Tog.
He is
in good shape.
He is
wearing some jet black leathers, some jet black boots, a spear, an embossed
greatsword sheath, a studded greatsword harness, a jet black backpack, a sack,
a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a thigh quiver dyed
in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a black cape embroidered with a
barbarian standing over a defeated foe, a midnight black pouch, a pendant, a
jackal-tooth wristband and a quilted silver velvet doublet.
Enchantria LakeDreams, a S'Kra Mur. [back to Guest List]
She has
slitted hazel eyes and black scales.
She is
in her prime for a S'Kra Mur.
She has
a tattoo of a blood-red scorpion curled around a black rose on her shoulder.
She has
faint scuffing to the right arm.
She is
in good shape.
She is
holding a wild rose in her right hand.
She is
wearing an emerald silk handfasting cord fastened at either end with a
serpentine ruby band, an ebony thigh bag, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a
worn golden medallion, a twisted silver cloak pin inset with a cranberry glass
fireball, a darkened metal lockpick case, a winter emerald and silver pendant,
some knee-high moccasins, a small platinum pin engraved with the Warrior Mage
crest circled with glaysker flowers, a gold pin displaying two wolves standing
side by side washed in the warm glow of a brilliant sunrise, a white silver
cleric's earring shaped as two hands raised in benediction, a pair of faceted
emerald teardrop earrings, a delicate brooch fashioned into the letter
"E" encircled by gold filigree, a delicate brushed silver armband
trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a gold tail band shaped like a
cobra with shimmering emerald eyes, a platinum cloak clasp engraved with the
crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a smooth jade stickpin with the crest of the
Warrior Mage's Guild inlaid in gold, a forest green crushed velvet cloak, a
delicate emerald satin garter with ebony lace and tiny cut onyx seed beads, a
canvas sack, a sable velvet alchemy bag embroidered with starry white hemlock
blossoms, a black wand pouch with the image of a female S'Kra Mur Warrior Mage
wielding a wand, a supple tan deerskin pouch decorated with cut-glass seed
beads, a finely detailed leather armband in the form of a brown and gold king
snake, a well-traveled ebony backpack embroidered with a vivid mountain lake
scene, a rosewood longbow, a delicate white gold wedding band cast with a pair
of running wolves, a flat-black chain balaclava, a black spidersilk weapons
harness clasped with a burnished gold star, a robe of ebony chain links shaped
like S'kra Mur scales, some polished chain gloves with clawed hands worked into
them in brass links, a jade-inlaid antique gold engagement ring set with a
exquisite marquise emerald, a deep emerald green stonewashed cotton sarong, a
crystal-beaded scarf of charcoal silk that is wrapped loosely around the neck
and over the head, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian's Guild, a
platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a finely-crafted
black cambrinth tailband shaped into the form of a cobra and a dainty white
rose wristlet.
Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard. [back to Guest List]
She has
dark eyes, long curly black hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is
fairly young for a Human.
She has
a tattoo of a fiery red rose with licks of flame for petals on her shoulder.
She has
some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the right leg,
some faint scars along the left leg.
She is
in good shape.
She is
holding a glass of mint iced-tea in her right hand.
She is
wearing some mail gloves, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat,
a golden silk bodice, an embossed quiver, some scale greaves, a red gem pouch,
a carved pick, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a leather sheath, a delicate brushed
silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, some dainty black
velvet slippers with polished silver buckles, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a
lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, an enameled cloak clasp shaped
like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a filmy skirt of black gauze over crimson
silk set along the hem with tiny beaten gold disks, a belled anklet, a black
velvet hooded cloak, a crimson silk pouch adorned with a crystal charm
depicting Faenella's wren carrying a rose in its beak, a crimson dragon-painted
shield, an ivory-inlaid composite bow and some ring mail.
Hunter Eupholus Bennetti of Elanthia, a Dwarf. [back to Guest List]
He has
black eyes, long thick brown hair that is unkempt, and ebon skin.
He is
young for a Dwarf.
He has
a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a long shaggy
beard.
He has
deep cuts across the neck, deep cuts across the back.
He is
holding a flagon of ginger beer in his right hand.
He is
wearing a reinforced cuirbouilli coat, a leather cowl, an ebony short bow, some
chain greaves, some mail gloves, a lumpy bundle, a dark blue armband
embroidered with the heraldic device of the Stone Clan Militia, a soldier's
supply bag, some buckskin pants, a wolfskin sheath, a cambrinth ring, a wide
dwarven mining belt of sturdy worn leather, a thick leather rucksack with
bronze clasps, a buckskin tunic, a thigh quiver and some heavy leather mining
boots.
Minstrel Gerint Idon's-Heron, a Human. [back to Guest List]
He has
crystal green eyes, long straight black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is
young for a Human.
He has
a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip.
He has
a tattoo of a wren perched upon a fisted gauntlet over a lute of gold on his
wrist.
He is
in good shape.
He is
holding a flagon of ginger beer in his right hand.
He is
wearing some ebony mail interwoven with golden steelsilk links forming a
cascade of lightning bolts, an onyx black satin long pouch, a deep ebony sack,
a sweeping black silk cloak embroidered with a spiraling band of silvery stars,
a jade wedding ring, a silver cloak pin embellished with a medium green zircon,
a greatsword sheath, some rich red pleated wool breeches embroidered with
golden lutes and wandering rose vines, a supple black leucro leather tunic
embossed on the back with a stylized heron expressing a haughty sneer, a dark
blue tailored silk shirt with carved onyx buttons, some ebony steel-rimmed
spectacles, some thigh-length dryad-skin boots, a mirror-finish gold-plated
ring engraved with the heron of Idon, a ruby engagement ring, a lapis lazuli
dryad bauble, a twisted brass charm bracelet, a ebon-hued pouch, a ebon-hued
bag, a copper heron trinket, a sapphire heron earring, a thigh quiver dyed in a
brown and green camouflage pattern, an ebony journey pack, some black knee
socks, an ebon-hued sheath, a darkened metal lockpick case, a journey-worn
instrument case, a alder longbow and a lumpy bundle.
Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling Moon Mage. [back to Guest List]
She has
crystal green eyes, shoulder length curly black hair that is loose, and rosy
skin.
She is
a tartsnatcher for a Halfling.
She has
faint scuffing to the head, tiny scratches to the right hand, faint scuffing to
the left hand.
She is
in good shape.
She is
holding a Taffelberry fizz in her right hand.
She is wearing
some chain greaves, a diminutive cambrinth welkin, some quilted ring mail, some
green knee socks, a pure white wool backpack stitched with a small lamb, a blue
spidersilk rose tinted the lovely hue of Xibar's light, a vivid green satin
rosette, a brass ox trinket, a dangling onyx ox charm on a silver chain, a
hammered copper ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a glass moon
trinket, a tin shadowling trinket, a softly-draped sleeveless white silk tunic,
a lightweight green silk bodice with full elbow-length sleeves, a soft midnight
blue velvet rune pouch embroidered with silvery stars, a wooden ring carved in
the shape of a curled mouse, a woven silver choker sprinkled with dark emerald
teardrops, a jade green spidersilk skirt with frothy white batiste petticoats,
a glass egg trinket and a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick
black leather.
Hartblest Saiman, a Human. [back to Guest List]
He has
silver eyes, shoulder length fine dark brown hair that is tousled, and fair
skin.
He is
young for a Human.
He has
a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.
He has
minor swelling and bruising around the left arm, tiny scratches to the left
leg, minor scarring along the chest area, some faint scars along the abdomen.
He is
wearing a slender gold-tipped lance, a reinforced shuri-kota, a full plate
armor, a pilgrim's badge, a twisted cambrinth armband, a twisted cambrinth
armband, some gauntlets, a great helm, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi
gwethdesuan, a sickly brown vela'tohr flower, a somber black vela'tohr flower,
a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a subtle yellow vela'tohr flower, a ebony longbow, a
leather-cup shepherd's sling, a fuzzy yellow blanket, some horn-rimmed
spectacles, a gold-inlaid cambrinth ring molded into the form of a broken
shield, a bronzed cambrinth pendant engraved with a detailed image of a
goshawk, a thigh quiver embroidered with a stylized crow, a gold medallion
symbolizing dedication to Chadatru, a dangling silver skull earring set with
brilliant ruby eyes, a sprig of mistletoe, a black leather split-strap sword
belt with silver inlays, a brown leather rucksack, a small bronze badge cast in
the shape of a gladiola, a jade engagement ring, a small bronze badge cast in
the shape of a gladiola, a smoke grey bandana, a sea bag, some winged bear-hide
boots, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower,
a dark blue spidersilk pouch, a tawny brown cotton handfasting cord adorned
with carved teak beads, a set of thirteen brass bells each etched with a regal
looking animal, a lantholite gwethdesuan and a banded silver albredine ring.
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean. [back to Guest List]
She has
crystal blue eyes, short straight auburn hair that is loose, and copper skin.
She is
in her prime for an Elothean.
She has
a tattoo of a curved dagger with a skull-shaped pommel on her back.
She has
some faint scars along the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, minor
scarring along the left arm, some faint scars along the right leg, faint
scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the back.
She is
wearing some silvered chain gauntlets engraved on the cuffs with lutes and
wandering rose vines, a rainbowed chain balaclava, a target shield, some roan
blue wolfskin leathers, a black wool scarf with one end flipped casually over
the shoulder, a pure black swan feather, a somber black haversack, some black
sealskin boots, a black oak amulet carved in the shape of a wolf, a blue
sapphire eyebrow ring with blackened heron feathers dangling to the side, a
hooded journeyman's cloak made of dark hides and lined with black fur, a tight
black high-necked sweater, some charcoal-grey pleated wool dueling pants
accented with subtle burgundy piping and an onyx-inlaid light crossbow.
Sentinel Ingwe Eregion of Elanthia, an Elven Paladin. [back to Guest List]
He has
crystal blue eyes, long straight strawberry hair that is loose, and pale skin.
He is
young for an Elf.
He has a
large, thick, bristling mustache on his upper lip and a long fuzzy beard.
He has
faint scuffing to the head, faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the
right arm, cuts and bruises about the left arm, faint scuffing to the right
leg, tiny scratches to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint
scuffing to the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area
compounded by deep cuts across the chest area, minor swelling and bruising in
the abdomen compounded by cuts and bruises about the abdomen, faint scuffing to
the back.
He is
bleeding lightly from the chest.
He is
wearing some tailored suede trousers, a royal blue damask doublet edged with
gold piping along the shark-tooth hem, an indigo gem pouch, an emblazoned tower
shield, a sprig of mistletoe, a blue and gold velvet brocade pouch, a gold
medallion symbolizing dedication to Everild, a small ankle pouch with an
embroidered strap, a gold-highlighted crimson velvet tabard embroidered with an
ornate crown suspended over a triple-bladed dagger, some charcoal steel-toed
boots, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a golden
fleece greatcloak fastened with a wrought-iron chain clasp damascened in gold
and silver, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a smooth
black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a wide leather
Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, a sapphire blue
journey pack, a braided silver and gold ring set with a sleeping cambrinth
lioness, a glass scorpion charm suspended from a spidersilk cord, some highly
polished silvery plate embossed with a vivid dragon, a twilight-blue helm with
a darkened silver visor and somber black heron plumes, some deep black
gauntlets looped with narrow platinum chain, a handcarved teak herbalist's case
clasped with a crystal jadice flower, a delicate pouch woven with the fibers of
various herbs, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the
Paladin Guild, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and a light blue blanket with dark blue
patches.
Isembard Isimbard, a Human. [back to Guest List]
He has
ale-brown eyes, shoulder length straight golden brown hair that is loose, and
tanned skin.
He is
fairly young for a Human.
He has
an elegantly trimmed mustache on his upper lip and a long, narrow elegantly
trimmed goatee.
He is
in good shape.
He is
holding a glass of plum wine in his left hand.
He is
wearing a birch short bow, an oval shield, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a silver
flute case, a Bardic Soul Knot pendant, a lavender blue ear-stud, a loose linen
shirt, some copper pin-striped trousers, a hip pouch, a thigh pouch, a lavender
blue neckband, some polished black leather boots with gold-trimmed leather
tassels, a blue medium case, a carved dragon-engraved pick, a lavender leather
sheath, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a sjatmal
gwethdesuan, a sturdy black backpack and a golden tasseled spear.
Taleweaver Jaebom Clivin, a S'Kra Mur Bard. [back to Guest List]
He has
one crystal green eye and one violet eye and golden scales.
He is
young for a S'Kra Mur.
He has
some faint scars along the right leg, some tiny scars across the left leg.
He is
in good shape.
He is
wearing a ruby scorpion amulet, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green
dragon set with ruby eyes, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold
satin diamonds, a silver-grey doublet with the Bard Guild crest embroidered on
the left chest, some dark brown leather sandals, a gold tail band shaped like a
cobra with shimmering topaz eyes, a sack streaked with ale and wine stains, some
solid black troll-skin pants with a thin dusty rose stripe down the sides, a
long mesh weapon harness, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage
pattern, a glittering quartz nose stud, an etched Bard crest pin, a
journey-worn instrument case, a fine linen pillowcase colorfully embroidered
with the crest of Taelbert's Inn, a double-strapped black leather tail pouch, a
troll-claw necklace, a silver chain, a tattered burlap bag marked "Majikul
Supplize", a slender silver eyebrow ring, a carved wren-engraved pick, a
glass S'Kra Mur trinket, a wooden crow trinket, a shiny pig anklet, a carved
beryl piglet bauble, a glass adder trinket and a silvery sirenfish-skin
backpack.
Jaqueni Onofrio of Elanthia, a Human. [back to Guest List]
She has
violet eyes, long thick blue-black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is
in her prime for a Human.
She has
a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.
She is
in good shape.
She is
wearing some earrings with tiny enameled purple violets, a sky blue spidersilk
skirt inset with sheer white gauze, a sky blue spidersilk bodice inset with
sheer white gauze, a oak longbow, a faded-violet leather talisman pouch, some
ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled
with wandering rose vines, an exquisitely tailored cloak that hangs from
shoulder to ankle in unbroken waves of black watersilk, a glittering silver ear
cuff, a deep violet garter with silvery silk ribbons, a woven silver choker
sprinkled with marquise diamonds, a heavy silver charm bracelet, a supple suede
satchel with tightly-braided steelsilk laces, a carved black ironwood ring resembling
a dragon coiled around a ruby rose, a thigh quiver, a string of silver and jade
beads and a lumpy bundle.
Madrigal Jenkz Monttoya of Elanthia, an Elf. [back to Guest List]
She has
violet eyes, very long wavy honey hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
She is
young for an Elf.
She has
a tattoo of a dark nightshade weaving its way through a delicate circlet of
hemlock blossoms on her right ankle.
She is
in good shape.
She is
wearing a festive ivy and grape crown, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a sprig of
mistletoe, some dark silver spectacles with moss-tinted lenses, some glittering
snowflake filigree earrings, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells,
a soft pale grey woolen cloak hooded with a white ermine cowl, a hand-crafted
leather music satchel, a crescent-shaped steel tower shield embossed with a
horn-of-plenty and a cluster of ripe red grapes, a pale spidersilk backpack, a
tin Elf trinket, an obsidian Poet bauble, an artfully crafted pin of silver and
gemstones depicting a fae gathering, some soft silvery weepers, a silver Elven
filigree bracelet, a braided lute-string ring, some pure white fur-lined
leathers, a silver mail belt with dangling clusters of exotic silver coins, a
crushed velvet handfasting cord adorned with an etched dark steel band, a set
of thirteen slender crystalline chimes inset with filigreed silver animal
charms, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a witch ball, a
sturdy spider pouch, an elaborately braided ceremonial spidersilk sheath, an
engraved pewter lockpick case, a dainty black velvet garter, some beaten silver
toe bells and some hip length white calfshide boots.
Karmina Burana, a Human. [back to Guest List]
She has
dark eyes, long straight red hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is
young for a Human.
She has
faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, cuts and
bruises about the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, tiny scratches to
the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back.
She is
wearing some flat-black chain, a worked leather backpack, a pair of mesh
flat-black handguards, a reinforced osage Elven war bow hand-tooled with an
undulating wave pattern, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a cambrinth ring, a darkened
chain balaclava adorned with an iron dragon circlet, a bejeweled scabbard
embossed with the crest of the Warrior Mage guild, a lockpick case with a
detailed painting of the western mountains, a tattered burlap bag marked
"Majikul Supplize", a small black velvet pouch trimmed with scarlet
satin, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a
gleaming broad gold choker shot through with a thin line of platinum, a long
dark hooded cloak, some buffed black leather riding boots with bronze rowel
spurs, a waermodi gwethdesuan and a smooth ebony crossbow set with carved onyx
panthers.
Journeywoman Keeyanna Fleurent, a Dwarven Bard. [back to Guest List]
She has
amber eyes, shoulder length wavy ginger hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is
young for a Dwarf.
She has
an elegantly trimmed full beard.
She is
in good shape.
She is
wearing a lavender medium suede case, a fringed doeskin jerkin, a small silver
hair barrette encrusted with amethyst dust, a leather belt, a soft black suede
backpack, a frosted blue fluorite bracelet with a silver dolphin clasp, some
cerulean blue dueling pants embroidered in gold with wandering vines around the
waist and cuffs, some old boots, a waermodi gwethdesuan and a dark gem pouch.
Kindryd Irovytree, a Human. [back to Guest List]
He has
violet eyes, is bald, and has tanned skin.
He is
young for a Human.
He has
a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a long shaggy
beard.
He is
in good shape.
He is
holding an ilmenite-tipped wand in his right hand.
He is
wearing a tarnished silver ring inset with cambrinth skulls, a teardrop
cambrinth pendant, a silver laminated bracer with a cambrinth cabochon set in
its center, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a dangling silver skull earring set with
brilliant ruby eyes, a pair of shiny black leather riding boots fastened with a
silver dragon buckles, a black leather bullwhip, a coal black raven charm, an
ugly grey sack, some long black leathern wings that hang in sweeping tatters, a
gold mourning band etched with a skeleton in bas-relief, a black satin gem
pouch with a blued-steel raven clasp, a wide tooled-leather belt with a
burnished silver raven's head buckle, some ebony weepers, a necklace made up of
a number of tiny rat skulls sewn onto a brilliant silver thread, a white
leather scroll case embossed with the symbol for eternity, a soft black suede
haversack, a silver gilt hauberk, a massive polished black round shield with a
silvered skull boss, a bat-winged corsesca, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal
gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel
eye-guard, some black scale gauntlets with ornamental silvered talons extending
from the fingertips and a longbow wrapped in hand-tooled leather.
Minstrel Lemack Grenezeal of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard. [back to Guest List]
He has
slitted dark eyes and black scales.
He is
young for a S'Kra Mur.
He has
faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to
the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, minor swelling and bruising in
the chest area, cuts and bruises about the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back,
faint scuffing to the right eye.
He is
wearing a heavy S'lai crossbow, a heavy serpent-trigger crossbow, a pewter
tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a red
sash, some onyx armbands, some soft black steel-toed boots, a crimson vest,
some somber black breeches, a crystal nightingale charm, a jackal-tooth
wristband, a tail band, an embossed quiver, a busker's shirt, a carved pick, a
black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a troll-claw necklace, a brass
Bard trinket, a sturdy backpack, a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag
clasped with a tiny silver keg, a leather sheath, a glass S'Kra Mur trinket, a
jackal-tooth wristband, a gold crossbow ear-stud, a deep blue woolen jacket
fastened with carved rowan buttons bearing an embroidered Bards' Guild badge on
one sleeve, a dark red cloak bearing the symbol of the Crossing town guard, a
glass Bard trinket, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, some
chain shiny red legguards and some fiery scarlet mail.
Lisca Theyd, an Elven Moon Mage. [back to Guest List]
She has
green eyes, long wavy red hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is
young for an Elf.
She has
faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the abdomen.
She is
in good shape.
She is wearing
a cambrinth ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a smooth ebony
crossbow set with carved onyx panthers, a spiraling crystal brooch, a jangling
golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a pair of emerald earrings, an
emerald choker, a deep crimson spidersilk ribbon, some soft black spidersilk
stockings, a filmy skirt of black gauze over crimson silk set along the hem
with tiny beaten gold disks, a black satin bodice laced with silvery velvet
threads, a dainty black velvet garter, some dark leather boots buckled with
emerald-inlaid silver clasps, some reinforced greaves, a silk backpack
embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a dark blue tapestry cloak with a
wide sable shawl collar, an ebon leather cowl shadow-embroidered with emerald-eyed
panthers, a dark gem pouch, a milady's cloak and some fringed moss-green suede
falconer's gauntlets.
Battle Empath Melindrha Quinnell of Elanthia, a Halfling Empath. [back to Guest List]
She has
crystal blue eyes, very long curly strawberry hair that is braided, and tanned
skin.
She is
a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
She has
a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.
She has
a black and blue right eye, tiny scratches to the left eye.
She is
wearing a tall pewter tankard, a woven silver choker sprinkled with dark
emerald teardrops, a small ankle pouch with an embroidered strap, an ivory
spidersilk garter edged in Elven lace and tiny seed pearls, a platinum-hued
armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, a kyanite
gwethdesuan, a delicately carved ivory pin, a slender toe ring woven with
purple and green crystalline strands, a silverwillow ring carved in the shape
of a charging ram, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a cheerful ivory ram charm, a
creamy hulnik linen hooded cloak trimmed with a border of richly embroidered
purple silk and the image of a silvery unicorn prancing upon a field of clover,
a polished silver bracelet engraved with a blooming rose, a silver earcuff
engraved with ivy vines bearing deep emerald leaves, a brass Empath trinket, a
rose quartz Halfling bauble, a diadem formed of an emerald teardrop on a
twisted silver chain, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal
jadice flower, a twisted golden armband, a frayed knot-work rope belt, a golden
unicorn shaped nose stud, a woven sack, a delicate gold rose ring, a flowing
golden skirt with rich embroidery, a spun glass nightshade flower tinted the hues
of darkness, a witch ball, a set of thirteen fluted silver chimes embellished
with elegant golden filigree, an ironwood staff surmounted by a sculpted ebony
raven, a polished steel band inlaid with darkened steel ravens in flight, a
blue topaz butterfly pin bejeweled with garnets and pearls, some spidery
silver-rimmed spectacles, some deep blue chain patterned in silvery-white
steelsilk with dazzling stars entwined among hemlock blossoms, some highly
polished handguards etched with an intricate ivy pattern, a tower shield, a
tarnished silver halo and a side-laced silk bodice.
Micwolf Winterlorn, a Human. [back to Guest List]
He has
hazel eyes, shoulder length thick black hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is
young for a Human.
He has
a short thin mustache on his upper lip and a sparse beard.
He has
a tattoo of a roaring lion over a set of scales weighing a sword and an olive
laurel on his arm.
He is in
good shape.
He is
wearing a heavy S'lai crossbow, some night-black obsidian prayer beads strung
on a chain of white gold, a heavy white gold wedding band cast with a pair of
running wolves, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a somber black
snakeskin moneybelt with an antiqued white gold wolf's head belt buckle, a rich
emerald silk sash embroidered with the image of Peri'el and a slumbering
dragon, a set of thirteen golden bells embellished with leafy silver filigree,
a Katamba black leather armband intricately tooled with a sword-crossed scale,
a lavishly engraved jade incense case, a supple dark leather bag embroidered
with a guantleted hand squishing a thief, a sculptured gold wristband
displaying the crest of the House of Winterlorn, a molded gold pin depicting a
thief in the jaws of Chadatru's fierce lion, a black spidersilk weapons harness
clasped with a burnished gold star, a five-strand abalone dance necklace with
black onyx and deep red garnet beads, some well-worn black leather boots tooled
with a faded emblem, a deep blue sapphire engagement ring cast in white gold
with two running wolves, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Cleric Guild,
a sweeping black cloak with a regal high collar and rich gold embroidery, a
polished silver necklace made of crescent moon-shaped links with a ruby-eyed
onyx wolf pendant, an ebon-hued pouch, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi
gwethdesuan, a pilgrim's badge, a cambrinth armband inset with a polished
silver crest, a deep black traveler's pack fastened with a darkened steel
claw-shaped clasp, some wolfskin leathers and a jet black mediumweight crossbow
with a leather-wrapped stock.
You are Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling. [back to Guest List]
You
have blue eyes, short wavy black hair that is tied back, and tanned skin.
You are
clean shaven.
You are
in good shape.
You are
holding some soft wine-laced cheese in your right hand.
You are
wearing a supple leather journeyman's cloak tooled with a modwyn vine twisting
along the hem, a white cotton shirt, a knotted leather belt, some pleated black
wool trousers, a purple tapestry satchel embroidered with a gilded taffelberry
branch -- the emblem of the Arthe Dale Trader's Guild, a leather weapon
harness, a willow backpack, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.
Razzleberrie Dalure of Elanthia, a Halfling. [back to Guest List]
She has
dark eyes, very long straight russet hair that is braided, and ebon skin.
She is
a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
She is
in good shape.
She is
holding a glass of plum wine in her right hand.
She is
wearing a sturdy red backpack, a colorful candy bag painted with various
stylized animals, a small jeweled sack, an azure hip pouch with the image of
cresting waves picked out in crystal beading, a flowery pink blanket, a
glittering quartz nose stud, a crimson rose, a pale jade starflower comb, some
smooth duck slippers with short fuzz smoothed back to look like feathers, some
beaten silver toe bells, an amethyst bracelet, some lace long gloves, a pure
white rose-embroidery cote, a swirling lavender spidersilk skirt shot with
silvery threads and a side-laced bodice.
Serennade Nightharmony of Elanthia, a Human. [back to Guest List]
She has
green eyes, very long curly auburn hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
She is
in her prime for a Human.
She is
in good shape.
She is
holding a gardenia bouquet in her left hand.
She is
wearing some twilight-blue gauntlets with black leather cuffs worked in raised
silver, a great helm, a small black velvet pouch trimmed with scarlet satin, a
suit of field plate armor engraved with a nightingale perched upon a rosebush,
a waermodi gwethdesuan, some loosely knitted black knee socks with small white
velvet bows accenting the back seam, a tiny gold Tart pin sparkling with ruby
chips, a tiny nightingale charm, a delicate pouch woven with the fibers of
various herbs, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade
glaysker flowers, a silvery-white silk garter woven with pale teal ribbons, a
hyacinth blue pack, a silvery spidersilk weapons harness exquisitely
embroidered with two nightingales and aqua roses, a platinum wedding band
engraved with the images of two nightingales surrounded by brilliant white
diamonds, a pale teal brocade bodice embroidered with delicate silver roses
along the neckline, a bejeweled scabbard embossed with the crest of the Warrior
Mage guild, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lantholite
gwethdesuan and a shiny pig charm.
Monk Shantavi Leshath, a Prydaen. [back to Guest List]
She has
cat-slitted jade eyes, a long straight auburn mane that is loose, and black fur
and sepia stripes.
She is young
for a Prydaen.
She is
in good shape.
She is
holding a yellow skinning knife in her right hand.
She is
wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a cambrinth albatross pendant suspended from
a green satin ribbon, a sturdy weapon harness, a lumpy bundle, a clinging silk
sarong, a sable brown journey pack, some tan sandals, a leather bag, a
cambrinth ring and a jade engagement ring.
Thessala Ne'Seleness, an Elothean Moon Mage. [back to Guest List]
She has
grey eyes, is bald, and has pale skin.
She is
fairly young for an Elothean.
She has
minor swelling and bruising around the neck compounded by cuts and bruises
about the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, some faint scars along the
left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg,
faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing
to the left eye.
She is
wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a leather sheath, a sturdy backpack, a
flowing silver skirt, a canvas book bag, a visored helm, some mail gloves, some
pure white doeskin leathers, a green faience necklace and a target shield.
Tramin Treymoor, a Human. [back to Guest List]
He has
crystal blue eyes, shoulder length straight blue-black hair that is loose, and
tanned skin.
He is
young for a Human.
He has
a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a scruffy
growth of stubble.
He has
tiny scratches to the left arm, some tiny scars across the chest, cuts and
bruises about the abdomen.
He is
wearing some leathers, a darkened chain balaclava adorned with an iron dragon
circlet, some darkened steel gauntlets with spiked knuckle guards and serrated
cuffs, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a pitch-black crossbow, a crystal charm hung from
a fine silver chain, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage
Guild, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, an obsidian armband inset with a
pattern of crystal stars, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a dusky blue
nightweaver-silk handfasting cord studded with carved crystalline stars, a silver
key with a spider-web design on the grip, an archer's brace pad made of
silver-stitched pard leather, a jet black leather eyepatch, an enameled-iron
black fox pin with bright amber eyes, a royal blue greatcloak with a braided
gold fourragere draped over the left shoulder, a black leather hip pouch tooled
with a slumbering golden dragon, a worn leather pouch bearing a stylized coat
of arms, an iron-studded leather war belt with an ornate fire-gilded dragon
buckle, a thigh quiver, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized
dragon, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates, a dangling
silver skull earring set with brilliant ruby eyes, a bag-sleeved white leine,
some jet black pants, some winged black leather boots tooled with the image of
the World Dragon, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a silver-edged
scabbard, a gold engagement ring, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a heavy silver
clasp etched with an open coin purse over crossed stilettos, a waermodi
gwethdesuan, a hand-stitched traveler's pack and a mahogany longbow.
Travail Keehosh, an Elothean Warrior Mage. [back to Guest List]
He has
grey eyes, short fine black hair that is tousled, and copper skin.
He is
in his prime for an Elothean.
He is
in good shape.
He is
wearing a polished steel medallion, an obsidian nightingale bauble, a polished
platinum badge with the words "You want to know how to do what?" gracefully
inscribed on it, a silver cloak pin embellished with a small draconic opal, a
sweeping gallant black cashmere greatcloak embroidered in platinum thread at
the neck with a soaring nightingale, a platinum wedding band engraved with the
images of two nightingales surrounded by brilliant white diamonds, a starry
white narcissus, some finely-woven gallant black cashmere trousers, a gleaming
platinum armband etched with graceful nightingales in flight, some highly
polished black boots stamped at the cuffs with the crest of the Warrior Mage
guild, a finely-woven gallant black cashmere coat with tails, a Serennade bag,
an onyx nightingale pendant, a wide leather Therengian war belt riveted with
decorative pewter plates, a blackened steel locket, a suit of field plate armor
engraved with a nightingale in flight, a black spidersilk backpack, a brushed
silver armband engraved with a large jade glaysker flower, a great helm and
some gauntlets.
Madrigal Xaphira Vonara, an Elothean Bard. [back to Guest List]
She has
jade eyes, very long wavy amber hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is
fairly young for an Elothean.
She is
in good shape.
She is
wearing a silvery snakeskin scabbard, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green
camouflage pattern, a simple pewter charm bracelet, some jet black snakeskin
boots, a sturdy black backpack, an onyx wolf medallion, a soft gem pouch, an
emerald engagement ring, a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with
a tiny silver keg, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a silverwillow wedding
band, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band,
some chain, a bronze medallion stamped with the image of a flying wren, a worn
golden medallion and a composite bow.