Ailill Concert, 2/24/2001, Daerlynn Concert Series II, Arthe Hollow Inn

As recorded by Daerlynn Soulmyste and transcribed by Mykk Dalys

[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 royal blue wicker basket, a sapphire blue wicker basket, a rosewood stick, a leaf green homespun cloth with some stuff on it, a wooden menuboard, a polished wooden bar with some stuff on it, some wooden stairs, and an open doorway.

Guest List

Journeyman Ailill Dreaghnean of Elanthia, a Human Bard

Algion Ro'Sky of Elanthia, a Human
Mother Amala De'Vali of Elanthia, an Elothean Cleric
Madrigal Auriol D'Pre of Zoluren, a Halfling Bard
Bryianna M'harshk, an Elothean Moon Mage
Cravence Reaux, a Human
Philosopher Csammaelf Halburn of Ilithi, an Elothean
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard
Augur Gandlock Wislef, a Human Moon Mage
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean
Novice Grackle Sagbotom-Pantel, a Halfling Empath
Taleweaver Isembard Isimbard, a Human
Fateweaver Karish Narithia of the Gypsies, a S'Kra Mur
Novice Katallie Soggybottom, a Halfling Bard
Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard
Busker Larran Llarusun, a Rakash Bard
Lathaliu Ewoenyn, an Elothean
Lyvia Bent'ala, an Elothean Bard
Philosopher Khaman Vairson of the Compact, an Elven Moon Mage
Enforcer Markhor Sculpin, a S'Kra Mur Thief
Battle Empath Melindrha Quinnell of Elanthia, a Halfling Empath
Miabelle Accica of Aesry Surlaenis'a, an Elothean
Traveler Nemone Qiana, a Human
Rogue Sapphyr Bright-Eyes, an Elf
Sarabyn Lamis of Ilithi, an Elf
Vukraz faylorn of Elanthia, a Human Warrior Mage
Madrigal Xaphira Vonara of Zoluren, an Elothean Bard

Set List

"We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance"
"The Selchie"
"In Ratha there sits a maid"
"With a female highwayman"
Itinerary
"Our lager which art in barrels"
"Ailill's Quest"
(Improvised jam session)

After the Concert

Vukraz: "Many dark and lonely nights I have spent"
Karish: A Gypsy's Life

Concert

Ailill says, "well, I spent some time plannin fer this"
Ailill says, ""and since I usually just play fer meself, tis verra kind of ye all to come out to hear me"
Ailill says, ""I plan to keep it kinda informal"
Ailill says, ""some songs, a tale or two, and then some group fun"
Ailill asks, ""before I begin, are there any request?"
Ailill sweeps the room with a quick glance.
Ailill asks, "no?"
Karish says, "We're in your hands..."
Ailill nods to Karish.
Daerlynn exclaims, "Nope!"
Melindrha says, "that could be dangerous"
Ailill says, "be afraid"
Ailill says, "well then"
Ailill says, "I shall begin with my earliest original song, which I wrote shortly after the guild opened."
Ailill says, "which for my newest freinds in the room, dates me nicely"


Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Therrilliar had a fiddle that she played upon her chin
     And the music that she made invited dancers to come in
     With a song within her heart and a song within her hand
     And the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Agraynel for a birthday got a bodhran for a gift
     And she learned to play that bodhran not a rhythm beat she missed
     Whether beat to tap your toe or a waltz across the land
     And the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance
     We gather here to worship, then we feast and then we dance."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Darkel had a mandolin he played upon his knee
     And he played those many strings inviting dancers liberty
     He played magic in his heart with the magic in his hand
     And the dancers all delighted when he joined in the band."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Aiffe had a pennywhistle, into it she would blow
     And the notes that she would play inspired dancers round to go
     She played high up in the air, she played low unto the land
     And the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance
     We gather here to worship, then we feast and then we dance."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Ailill had an Uillean pipe, to play it he would kneel
     And playing on the chanter, made the dancers jig and reel
     With the droning and the piping, like the wind o'er the sand
     And the dancers all delighted when he joined in the band."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance
     We gather here to worship, then we feast and then we dance."

Ailill gazes out somewhere beyond the crowd as his long memory takes him back.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Starlighte had a harp of gold, she strummed those burnished strings
     And the dancers when they heard the notes would jump and leap and fling
     She rolled those notes like a stream across the land
     And the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Nesbit had some bones he took from some dread beast
     But sometimes he would spurn them for the leavings of the feast
     He pounded out a rhythym that could often get out of hand
     But the dancers all delighted when he joined in the band."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance
     We gather here to worship, then we feast and then we dance."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Dreamheart had a flute, of deobar it was wrought
     And the harmonies she would coax from it were like gems dearly bought
     She played the aires and flourishes, and the hornpipe on demand
     And the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."

Ailill sighs.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Freye played a tambourine just like a gypsy lass
     And when she'd strike the tempo beat, it'd sound like breaking glass
     She kept the players rhythm time just like she always planned
     And the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance
     We gather here to worship, then we feast and then we dance."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Brite found an old tin whistle, and through it she would blow
     And everywhere the notes would stray, then there a dancer'd go
     She sent her high notes prancing nigh to every corner of the land
     And the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Payoot had some pan pipes, whose haunting tones would pierce the soul
     And when he trilled a playful aire, the dancers lost control
     Rollicking and frolicking, so that "still" you could not "stand"
     And the dancers all delighted when he joined in the band."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance
     We gather here to worship, then we feast and then we dance."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "On the ocarina, rapid trills would Deedlitt play
     For the privilege of a rondo would the dancers gladly pay
     And the gyrations these would foster, we all thought would be surely banned
     But the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."
     
Ailill chuckles.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Canu played a huge bass drum, that like a mountain's heart would pound
     And the pulsing beat that he produced sent shivers through the ground
     The dancers as they spun about would leap the sound waves in the sand
     And the dancers all delighted when he joined in the band."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance
     We gather here to worship, then we feast and then we dance."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Ordeith played a special lute, around the circle his chords he'd throw
     The counter-melody he wove in the dance would make the resonance grow
     Like a shepherd to a wayward flock, he pulled notes to his command
     And the dancers all delighted when he joined in the band."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Disdainful of an instrument, her voice alone she played
     And like the ultimate Soloist, Sollitude her skill displayed
     She chanted to the music of the richest gathering in the land
     And the dancers all delighted when she joined in the band."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "We feast, we feast, we feast and then we dance
     We gather here to worship, then we feast and then we dance."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "So release yourself from worries, and the quests you feel so hard
     Come listen to the music, feel the Power of the Bard
     Feast within our welcome, feel the music through the land
     And with the dancers feel delight as you join in the band."
     
Ailill bows.
Ailill says, ""and thanks to my good friend Kess fer the backup"



Ailill says, "I thought I might group a couple items together here..."
Ailill says, "I been doing a bit of collecting ye know"
Ailill says, "I try to collect up some of the folklore around the fringes of the provinces"
Ailill says, "so I have a couple of tales or songs here that reflect some of the myths found along the coast"
Ailill asks, "and with yer permission Daerlynn?"
Ailill smiles at Daerlynn.
Daerlynn exclaims, "Of course!"
Ailill nods.
"Ailill says, "verra well"
Daerlynn exclaims, "You don't need my permission!"
Daerlynn grins.
"Ailill says, ""I will warn ye though, these are sad"

Ailill recites:

    "This is a story from another place, in a time long past.
       Far east of here, where great Segoltha joins the sea is a land of steep cliffs,
      rocky inlets and sheltered coves.
       It is an ancient place of mists and fog,
      the playground of gulls and curlews,
      dolphins and seals.
       There are many strange tales of this place
      where the sea hammers endlessly against the rocky anvil of the shore.
       This is perhaps one of the stranger of these tales."

Ailill recites:

    "In a sheltered cove, outside a small village lived a lonely fisherman.
       Con was not especially young or old.  There was really nothing extraordinary about him.
       He was a solitary man, given to long days on the sea. "

Ailill recites:

    "From boyhood he had held a deep attunement to the rhythm of the sea.
       Keenly he felt the booming drum of the surf against the stones.
       He heard also the fluting howl of the wind over the rocks,
      the sound of water dripping into the tide pools
      - almost like the plucking of a harp string.
       He called the sea "Deep Music" - Ochain in his language."

Ailill recites:

    "Con spent many hours in his hide boat, tending his nets and pots, hauling in his catch.
       Long, hard days in the cold gray sea.  "

Ailill recites:

    "One day, Con was working his nets.
       He was so intent on his work he failed to notice the rising wind,
      or the sudden chill in the air.
       He was caught too far from land to make shore before the storm hit.
       Bravely he fought the swells, but of course the sea is a mighty foe,
      and at last, exhausted he could do naught but hang on.
       Some time just before dawn, the sea hoisted him and pitched him against the sandy bank of a small cove.
       He slept where he landed."

Ailill recites:

    "As the sun rose, Con heard an odd sound.
       Rising slowly, he sought the source.
       Coming around an outcropping he found a seal, hopelessly tangled in the fragment of a net.
       The seal was cut and seemed near exhaustion.
       Without stopping to wonder why, Con gathered the animal from the tide and wrapping it in his oilskin coat brought it in to shore.
       Miraculously, he found his boat largely intact.
       Patching it he bundled his coat into the boat and made for home."

Ailill recites:

    "Arriving home at dusk, he hurriedly built a fire.
       He had all but forgotten about the seal, when a movement from the corner caught his eye.
       Hurrying over to his coat, he opened it to check on the hurt animal.
       But to his surprise the seal was gone.
       Instead he beheld a beautiful woman.
       Her skin was white and smooth.  Long graceful fingers and a halo of dark brown hair.
        But it was her eyes that held his attention."

Ailill recites:

    "She said "Thank you for freeing me.  I owe you my life.
       You see, I am a woman on the land, but I have the form of a seal on the water."
       Then Con knew he had found one of the Selchie,
      the magical half-human half-seal people."

Ailill recites:

    "Con nursed the Selchie to health and in time they were married.
       She stayed away from the suspicious eyes of the villagers.
       Every day she would stand by the standing stones high on the cliffs
      and watch him as he sailed his hide boat and tended his nets.
       Con was very careful of the nets to keep them well away from the seals. 
      The sea became generous, filling his nets with a fine catch of herring and mullet each day.
       His pots had the largest lobsters."

Ailill recites:

    "One day, Con was working diligently.
       Again, he failed to sea the darkening sky.
       Too late he turned his boat for shore.  Rowing furiously he sought the shelter of his cove,
      but alas he was too far and the current was against him.
       In growing fear, she watched from the cliff.
       As the light failed she saw his boat struck by a mighty wave and tipped.
       With a keening cry she ran from the cliff and leapt into the churning waters."

Ailill recites:

    "To this day, she has never been found.
       Few are there who have heard Con tell of how his boat capsized,
      and as he fought for breath in the maelstrom, he was born up by the sleek brown body of a seal.
       How he was carried to shore near his hut and pushed inland above the surge's pull.
       Of his lady, there was never a sign."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "On the moonlit shores of Sule Skerry
     A fisher mends his tangled nets
     Where a wounded seal lies on the ground
     With eyes that are so deep and dark and round."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    ""You have the eyes of one so dear
     I'll wrap you in my coat so warm"
     But when he opened it at home
     Up spoke a very strange and human form."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    ""I am a woman on the land
     But I'm a Selchie on the sea
     And when I'm far and far from land
     My home it is in Sule Skerry""

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "A beautiful and strong young maid
     Her hair was wild her palms were wide
     Her wounds were healed by the fisherman
     She fell in love and chose to be his bride."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "High on the cliffs she watched for him
     Where the seabirds dived down to the wave
     And in the mist above the foam
     They're borne aloft to soar on open wing."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "A sudden storm arose one day
     She saw her husband's boat go down:She leapt into the raging sea
     Some say that she was never, ever found."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Now he lives on to tell the tale
     Of a seal that bore him to the shore
     Where he looks out on Sule Skerry
     The seals they play, the waves they do roar."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    ""I am a woman on the land
     But I'm a Selchie on the sea
     And when I'm far and far from land
     My home it is in Sule Skerry""

Ailill smiles sadly.



Ailill says, "oddly enough, I found another tale of the Selchie farther north."

Ailill says, "I'd like to sing it for ye now."

Ailill begins a melancholy aire on his rebec, drawing his bow mournfully across the strings. The tune and effect remind you of a lonely coastline under a leaded sky.

Ailill quietly sings in a baritone voice:

    "In Ratha there sits a maid,
     Byloo my baby she begins
     Little know I my child's father
     For if land or sea he's living in."

Ailill shifts slightly, favoring the deeper notes on his small fiddle. The tune grows slightly louder, stronger and somehow rougher, suggesting something not fully refined.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Then there arose at her bare feet
     A grumbly guest I'm sure it was he
     Saying here am I thy child's father
     Although that I am not comely."

Ailill pauses on one strong tenor note for a full draw of his bow before plunging proudly into a clever ripple of notes you are sure you've heard in the chorus of countless other nautical songs.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "I am a man upon the land
     but I'm a Selchie in the sea
     And when I am in my own country
     My dwelling is in Suleskerry."

Ailill shifts back to the rougher, deeper tune that you now know stands for the Selchie.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Then he had taken a purse of gold
     He hath put it upon her knee
     Saying give to me my little wee son
     And take thee up thy nurses fee."

Ailill closes his eyes and concentrates on his rebec. Blending the Selchie's rough tune slowly into a quieter, somehow sadder slow tune.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "And it shall come to pass on a summer's day
     When the sun shines hot on every stone
     That I shall take my little wee son
     And teach him for to swim in the foam."

Ailill sadly sings in a baritone voice:

    "And you will marry an archer good
     And a proud good archer I am sure he will be
     He'll go out on a gay morning
     And kill both my wee son and me."

Ailill sighs.

Ailill slows his bow down, and now the notes fall reluctantly, like tears from his rebec.
Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Loathe she did marry an archer good
     And a proud good archer I am sure it was he
     The very first shot that he did shoot
     He killed the son and the grey Selchie."

Ailill sobs.

Ailill stops playing altogether. In the sudden silence, he closes his eyes out of respect for the loss.

Auriol breaks down and bawls her eyes out, tears flooding out and dripping on the ground.

Ailill quietly sings in a baritone voice:

    "In Ratha there sits a maid
     Byloo my baby she begins
     Little know I my child's father
     For if land or sea he is living in."

Ailill swallows hard. Glancing at you sadly, Ailill bows stiffly from the waist and falls silent.

Ailill flails his arms and tries to look serious.
Ailill says, "now I find the likeness and the difference in those two very intriguing"
Ailill sighs.
Ailill asks, "but they are lovely, no?"



Ailill asks, "okay, how about humor now?"
Ailill says, "figure we could use a bit after that"
Ailill asks, "none of ye are too sensitive I hope?"
Ailill chuckles.
Ailill exclaims, "good, then off we go!"

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "It's of a female highwayman all on a summer's day
     She said a frolic I will have and dress in man's array
     And I'll ride out along the lea
     And hope my true love I shall see
     And there I'll test his constancy
     With a female highwayman."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "With a female highwayman
     With a female highwayman
     And there I'll test his constancy
     With a female highwayman."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "And so this female highwayman has mounted on a horse
     And she's rode out and there she's met her true love, of course
     "Stand and deliver sir," she said,
     "Or if you don't I'll shoot you dead
     Or would you rather come to bed
     With a female highwayman?"

Ailill winks.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "With a female highwayman
     With a female highwayman
     Or would you rather come to bed
     With a female highwayman?"

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "So they jogged on together till they came unto an inn
     And there they called an ostler and boldly they walked in
     They called for liquors of the best,
     They went upstairs and got undressed
     What happened next can ne'er be guessed
     To the female highwayman"

Ailill looks thoughtfully at you.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "With a female highwayman
     With a female highwayman
     What happened next can ne'er be guessed
     To the female highwayman"

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "For she's pulled off her breeches and likewise her jacket red
     She's taken off her velvet cape and lay upon the bed.
     Her true love in amazement stands
     It seems the end of all his plans
     For she has proved to be a man
     This female highwayman."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "With a female highwayman
     With a female highwayman
     For she has proved to be a man
     This female highwayman."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Her true love stands like one amazed and at her did stare
     But when the joke he did find out he loudly did declare:
     "Fear not my love, it's time to smile."
     He threw his clothes down in a pile
     He was a female all the while
     For the female highwayman."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "With a female highwayman
     With a female highwayman
     He was a female all the while
     For the female highwayman."

Ailill says, "not quite a Silkyfingers challenger, but I like it"



Ailill grins.
Ailill asks, "more humor?"
Ailill says, "okay, this song is a bit long, but it won me a place in the Troupe of the Four Winds, Meraud's mustache!, a very long time ago"
Ailill says mischievously, "I shall now perform my original work "Itinerary" by Ailill Dreaghnean"
Ailill bows.
Ailill hiccups.
Ailill stands up.

Ailill playfully sings in a baritone voice:

    "Itinerant is the word I use, it's meaning you may ponder
     While from Bar to Inn to Public House, in search of drink I wander
     And though the land is passing fair, no more on the road I'll tarry
     For while a pub's yet strange to me, I'll keep 'Itinerary'!"

Ailill smiles in a determined way as he struggles to keep his balance while marching in place.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Far north my quest did make it's start, in search of goodly whiskey
     And though my head still rang throughout, to stay dry seemed more risky
     I started in a place I know, where the barmaids are most able
     And sallied forth when less than parched, from 'neath The Baron's Table."

Ailill wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Ailill haggardly sings in a baritone voice:

    "Staggering down that northern road, watching the tree-tops spin
     I found me then in Langenfirth, right near to Telgar Inn
     Sneaking past the keeper's wife, I found me to the cellar
     And shortly then confirmed for him, he'd found a good wine seller!"

Ailill winks.
Ailill hiccups.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Across the lake, we rowed a pace, well fortified with Brandy
     Arriving then in Haven's walls, the Pierless Inn was handy
     A shandy, then some candy in Noot's Tearoom I espy
     Then Saltfisher Inn, before Zoluren, to myself I'll not deny."

Ailill smacks his lips.

Ailill cheerfully sings in a baritone voice:

    "Itinerant is the word I use, it's meaning you may ponder
     While from Bar to Inn to Public House, in search of drink I wander
     And though Therengia is passing fair, no more on the road I'll tarry
     For while a pub's yet strange to me, I'll keep 'Itinerary'!"

Ailill ponders love that rhyme stuff!

Ailill longingly sings in a baritone voice:

    "Shortly after landing on the middle kingdom's shore
     I took me on the North Trade Road, alert for a liquor store
     With my sober belly groaning, like the wind through an empty cavern
     By chance was brought to the sauce I'd sought 'neath the eves of the Oak Grove Tavern."

Ailill wrinkles his nose.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Past lava flows, my bloodhound nose, did lead me southward then
     And in a parched dry place, I marched a space past countless Crazed Madmen
     Ironhill Whiskey set my journey back five days, or was it ten?
     Ten days in Dirge, I found the urge to leave the Dunshade Inn."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "A magical beast, a portent fine, with it's singular ornament borne
     Did grace the space above the door to the Inn of the Unicorn
     And in that room, was saved from doom, by beer and two shots o' grain
     And southward now, turned again, lighthearted and free from pain."

Ailill wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Ailill excitedly sings in a baritone voice:

    "At Ivor's farm, I found the charm to cure life's bitterest cares
     In Baerholt's there's a potion more potent than an Alchemist's wares
     I sat me at the counter, the flavors there to savor
     But I declare that none compare to the fire in Glythtide's Favor!"

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "The capitol town, my way had found, to Crossing's busy streets
     And tucked among the shops and halls, some pubs I chanced to meet
     Masters Gaethrend and Taelbert, fine public rooms have ye
     And when I'm sot, nought keeps me blot, like Imperial Brandy."

Ailill hiccups.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Headed fer the river, South Trade Road my boots to pound
     To see if there, I could compare, fine drinks as such I'd found
     In Half-Pint Inn I took a spin on a pint of T. Rum Punch
     And companion to a brew or two in Sandspit stopped for lunch."

Ailill says playfully, "T is for Taffelberry as ye all well know"
Ailill hiccups.

Ailill playfully sings in a baritone voice:

    "Itinerant is the word I use, it's meaning you may ponder
     While from Bar to Inn to Public House, in search of drink I wander
     And though Zoluren is passing fair, no more on the road I'll tarry
     For while a pub's yet strange to me, I'll keep 'Itinerary'!"

Ailill painfully sings in a baritone voice:

    "The long dry road from Allfren's Bridge to the gates of Deriel
     I'll tell you sir, I sobered up, which didna suit me well!
     A stiff mint julep later, still longing for good gin
     I bid farewell to Deriel and the Rest of Ages Inn."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Of Neithrel's mighty battles, I was reminded then
     The Broken Blade, in a sheltered glade, what luck I was dry again!
     Some coppers from a Trader I earned from a well spun tale
     But took a fall when I drank it all, in draughts of Wicked Ale."

Ailill flails his arms about.

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "To the jewel of Illithia, the crystal spires of Shard
     The road I'd passed from North to South, prolly woulda seemed less hard
     If my head were clear, my feet less numb, and the vapor less in my nose
     But Zombie's Revenge all made amends in a booth at Milene's Rose."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Itinerant is the word I use, it's meaning you may ponder
     While from Bar to Inn to Public House, in search of drink I wander
     And though Illithia is passing fair, no more on the road I'll tarry
     For while a pub's yet strange to me, I'll keep 'Itinerary'!"

Ailill emphatically sings in a baritone voice:

    "Guild Brothers and Guild Sisters, and all the tone-deaf rest
     Take my advise, ferget it's vice, and sample Elanthia's best!
     It takes a while, and many miles to wander our Kingdom wide
     But if yer thirsty for adventure, let this Bard's song be yer guide!"

Ailill teasingly sings in a baritone voice:

    "Itinerant is the word I use, it's meaning you may ponder
     While from Bar to Inn to Public House, in search of drink I wander
     And though Elanthia's passing fair, no more on the road I'll tarry
     For while a pub's yet strange to me, I'll keep 'Itinerary'!"

Ailill bows.
Ailill pants.

Ailill asks, "how long have ye folks got anyway?"
Ailill grins.
Sarabyn asks, "Depends, how many songs to you have?"
Melindrha says, "long's it takes to get us all sauced"
Heston exclaims, "Till sunrise!"
Ailill says, "more than ye care to listen to"
Lathaliu chortles softly at some secret joke.
Kesstrell says, "or if he's had too many"
Ailill says, "how many is that Kess? cuz I never found out yet"
Ailill asks, "alright, any theme ye want?"
Ailill casually observes the area.
Kesstrell exclaims, "naughty!"
Melindrha says, "naughty"
Ailill cackles!
Auriol grins.
Ailill asks, "naughty eh?"
Sarabyn says, "Any songs about the gods? With all this vice we need religion."
Ailill says, "I might have something religious I ken pull out"
Ailill nods to Sarabyn.
Ailill says, "try this"
Vukraz asks, "Excuse me...before the next song begins...could I ask a request?"
Ailill says, "of course"
Vukraz smiles at Ailill.
Ailill glances at Vukraz.
Ailill nods to Vukraz.
Heston takes a bite of the hearts.
Vukraz says, "Well I am not nearly as good as the talent in this room....but I have something i wrote..and it wont ake but a moment of your time that I wish to share"
Ailill glances at Daerlynn.
Daerlynn asks, "Can we do it at the encores? After?"
Ailill says, "tell ye what Vukraz, when I finish yer welcome to the stage"
Daerlynn smiles at Vukraz.
Ailill asks, "will that work?"
"Vukraz says, "of course...id be honored"
"Ailill says, "thankee lad"
Daerlynn says, "Thank you."
Algion asks, "are there any like funky jazzy jam bands or is it all singing?"
Vukraz says, "I apologize if i interrupted anything"
Ailill asks, "so religion and naughty is what I heard?"
"Kesstrell says, "combined"
"Ailill says, "alright"


Ailill chants in a baritone voice:

    "Our lager
     Which art in barrels,
     Hallowed be thy drink..."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "Thy will be drunk,
     (I will be drunk!)
     At home as I am in the tavern."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "Give us this day our foamy head,
     And forgive us our spillages,"
     As we forgive those who spill against us..."

Kesstrell's countertenor joins with Ailill's baritone as he sings:

    "And lead us not to incarceration,
     But deliver us from hangovers,
     For thine is the beer,
     The bitter and the lager,
     Forever and ever...."

Ailill exclaims teasingly, "Can I have an **AMEN**?!??!"
Melindrha cheerfully exclaims, "BARMEN!"



Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "As I went home on Monday night,as drunk as drunk could be.
     I saw a horse outside the door,where my old horse should be.
     I called my wife and I said to her:Will you kindly tell to me,
     Who owns that horse outside the door,where my old horse should be?"

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
     and still you cannot see.
     That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
     Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
     But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "As I went home on Tuesday  night, as drunk as drunk could be.
     I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be.
     I called my wife and  I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
     Who owns that coat behind the door, where my old coat should be?"

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
     That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
     Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
     But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "As I went home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
     I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be.
     I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
     Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
     That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
     Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
     But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "As I came home on Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
     I saw two boots beside the bed, where my old boots should be.
     I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
     Who owns them boots beside the bed where my old boots should be."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
     They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
     Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
     But laces in flower pots I never saw before."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "As I came home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
     I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be.
     I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
     Who owns that head upon the bed, where my old head should be."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
     That's a  baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
     Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
     But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "As I came home on a Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be
     I spied two hands upon her breasts, where my old hands should be.
     I called to my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
     Who's hands are these upon your breasts, where my old hands should be?"

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see
     'Tis nothing but a Jadeite Gweth my mother gave to me.
     Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
     But fingernails on a Jadeite Gweth, I never saw before."

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Now when I came home on Sunday night, a little after three.
     I saw a man running out the door with his pants about his knee.
     So I called to my wife and I said to her: would you kindly tell to me,
     Who was that man running out the door with his pants about his knee?"

Ailill sings in a baritone voice:

    "Oh you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
     Twas nothing but the tax collector the Queen sent to me.
     Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
     But an Tax Collector that could last 'till three I never saw before."

Ailill bows.



Ailill says, "lessee"
Ailill asks, "how about a story?"

Ailill says, "okay, I wrote this next story fer one o Kortny's contests"
Ailill says, "and I had a particular purpose in mind fer it"
Ailill says, "basically, I wanted to show that good storytelling needs both a story and a telling"
Ailill says, "if yer story is good enuff, then ye ken jes tell it"
Ailill says, "but..."
Ailill exclaims, "if yer story is weak, then by Faenella ye better tell it damn well!"
Ailill says, "so here we go"
Ailill flails his arms and tries to look serious.

Ailill says, "Well, I do have a tale to spin out fer ye."
Ailill giggles.
(Ailill takes a sip of his Favor and scans the audience over the rim of his glass)
Ailill licks his lips.
Ailill says wryly, "Started out innocent enough"
(Ailill settles back on his stool and grins)

Ailill says, "Was in the guild hall here in Crossing. Spend some time there now and agin, mostly hoping to hear the news, mebbe a first time composer or stumble across an old friend"
Ailill casually observes the area.
Ailill says, "Anyway, this time I went to speak with Faenella's champion - Silvyrfrost"
Ailill shudders.

(Ailill gets a stern, but kindly look on his face)
Ailill says sternly, "Well Lilly, been a long time since ye came to see me"
Ailill stares meekly at the ground in a moment of embarrassment.

Ailill says mischievously, "Set me back a bit, her callin me Lilly. She's usually so distant and all."

Ailill says sheepishly, "Yes Silvyrfrost, I grow tired of fallin short of yer expectations," I says to her"

Ailill says mockingly, "Well, tis true ye are nae burdened by so many circles as most other elders," she says."
Ailill stares meekly at the ground in a moment of embarrassment.
Ailill asks dreamily, "Still Lilly, in the hidden time, we Bards had many different tasks to keep our faith true to Faenella's plan. Maybe the modern warrior-Bard is jes not fer you?"

Ailill's jaw drops.
Ailill exclaims painfully, "By Idon's Drums, that set me back!"
Ailill says meekly, "Yer not suggesting..."

Ailill says kindly, "Course not silly Bard."
Ailill sighs.
Ailill says enigmatically, "But maybe there is another angle fer ye to try?" she says with a funny gleam in her eye."

Ailill says playfully, "The good eye."
Ailill winks.
(Ailill cocks his head to the side.)
Ailill says nervously, "I'm listnen" I says."
Ailill shivers.

Ailill says teasingly, "Well, ye appear to be the most learned, um, student of viticulture, around," she says."
Ailill smiles and sips his Favor
Ailill says guardedly, "And, since we are the teachers of lore, ye may be able to help me" she says."
Ailill shudders.
Ailill says darkly, "I have had a dream these last few weeks, Lilly." She says, "I think Faenella may have a certain thing needs doin, and you may be just the right Bard fer the job."
Ailill cowers in fear.

Ailill says, "Well friends, I dinnae mind tellin ye, that stopped me up cold. Faenella's MOST HUMBLE servant struck speechless AND stone sober too."
Ailill says nervously, "Silvy, I, um, well that is ..."

Ailill says cheerfully, "Relax Ailill," she says, "this one is right up yer alley."

Ailill says haggardly, "That's when she tasked me to discover the origin of the drink we call Glythtide's Favor"
(Ailill holds his Favor up to the light. You see the honey mellow color with the firelight glowing behind it. Small bubbles course up through the liquid, like small messengers from the Thirteen, popping at the surface with a delicate aroma that promises warmth and light and joy and dancing and singing and laughter and)
Ailill says sheepishly, "Oops, got a bit carried away there."
Ailill hiccups.
(Ailill takes another long sip of his Favor and after smiling at his glance, glances right at you.)
(Ailill leans back and scans the crowd to see if you too have figured out the right place to start such a journey?)
Ailill exclaims firmly, "Exactly!"

(Ailill nods to himself and seems to be reminiscing on his journey.)
Ailill exclaims, "Well about half way to Fayrin's Rest I was waylaid by a foul temptress!"
(Ailill plows ahead with his tale, oblivious to the confused looks passing among the audience.)

Ailill says darkly, "Aye, a foul temptress indeed. Gor'Tog by the look of her. Smarter than most, smart enough to befuddle me, and I hadna even been drinking."
Ailill says meekly, "Much anyway. No matter. Let me keep this brief for Master Kortny's friendship's sake and say it took me three weeks to escape her evil spells."
Ailill exclaims dreamily, "Imagine, free beer. Oh it was a hardship to escape that place. And the slavish tasks she kept me at, tending the bar, cavorting with the patrons, singing, dancing til all hours. I tell ye, Faenella herself musta ent me the strength to escape that foul creatures lair!"
Ailill exclaims haggardly, "And she didna let me go easily. No sir! She had grown fond of my, um, instrument and was nary too glad to see me take it and go!"
Ailill winks.
Ailill says curtly, "But I was on a quest, and we Bards ARE a hardy and purposeful bunch after all."

(Ailill pointedly ignores the open scoffing and sniggering running like loose lightning around the perimeter of the crowd.)
(Ailill takes another loving sip from his Favor and plows on with the tale)

Ailill says smugly, "Well after that, I knew that dark forces were arrayed against me. But Faenella needed me, and I knew I couldna fail her."
Ailill says, "I travelled far and wide, shunning the towns and their warm, inviting taverns, bars, pubs, inns and whatnot. I was convinced that the answer would not be found there."
Ailill flails his arms and tries to look serious.
Ailill says, "I wilna bore ye with all the details of my long travels. Mostly cuz, Kortny said he'd stop giving me money fer nuthin if I did."
Ailill says, "But after many long, dry days alone in the hinterlands. At least 2 good days walk from any public house, my luck finally turned."

(Ailill smiles and sips his Favor, remembering.)
Ailill says, "Near Arthe Dale, I was apprehended, er accosted, er, um joined by a young Olvi Trader. Seems he had traveled from the far west to visit relatives in Dale and was only jes settin out tae return."
Ailill says wistfully, "Well he bought me a tart and we got tae talkin. Nice young feller he was, and as we got acquainted I learned a great deal from him."
Ailill clears his throat.

(Ailill stops his recount and lubricates his parched throat. You hear Kesstrell whisper to the listener at his left 'Prolly got caught tryin to lift a tart off that Olvi and had to spin a quick yarn to get out of it if I know Lilly')
Ailill glares at Kesstrell.

Ailill says patiently, "Well, yes, anyway. It was this young feller, Bolly Kegtapper was his name if you remember me tellin ye, that suggested I go talk to Ivor Baerholt and ask him where the stuff he sells come from."
Ailill bops himself over the head.
Ailill asks angrily, "Well why hadn't I thought of that?"
Ailill flushes slightly and looks highly irate.
(Ailill covers his embarassment by taking another long, loving sip of his Favor. Sadly, he notices that the glass is nearing empty.)
Ailill says grumpily, "Right. Well, let me finish this up then."
(Ailill glares angrily at his rebellious glass and pushes for the finish line.)

Ailill asks matter-of-factly, "Well I went straightaway to Ivor and asked him. Do you know what that scamp told me?"

(Ailill glares at each of you in turn, defying you to answer him.)

Ailill asks sadly, "He made the name up. Had a recipe fer some Brandy from his old grandad, and wuz lookin fer a name, Said it had marketability. What in the name of Peri'el's Lute does that mean?"
(Ailill hangs his head and looks as though he might cry bitter tears of frustration right in front of you.)
Ailill says tiredly, "Said he thought it was funny play on words, and with Arthe Dale bein so close, and Glythtide bein favored among Bards and all those damned rams roamin about in the farmyard, jes seemed like a good name."

Ailill says, "Well, that was the end of me quest. I still havna had the nerve to go tell Silvyrfrost yet."
(Ailill finishes his last gulp of Favor and puts his traitorous glass on the floor behind him. You hear Kortny whisper to his nearest listener 'Bet she knew all along, too.")

Ailill says cheerfully, "Well I may not be any better at questin, than fightin. But that Kegtapper fellow invited me out to his families place next summer. AND I figure any group of folks called Kegtappers prolly not such a bad bunch after all."

(Ailill gets down from the stool, kneels and offers up a quick prayer of thanks to Faenella)
Ailill says playfully, "She's still lookin out fer her wayward son after all."
(Ailill winks at you and moves quickly away from center stage before you realize that he really hasn't told much of a story at all.)
Ailill giggles.



Ailill says, "folks, I appreciate ye turnin out tonite"
Ailill says, "I got just one thing left I wanted to do"
Ailill casually observes the area.

Ailill says, "I been experimentin with a new entertainment idea"
Ailill says, "some fun, us Bards ken have together, since we usually so serious"
Ailill says, "I been workin on a way to do a jam session"
Ailill says, "I'd like to try it with a couple of ye, and then maybe ye could teach others"
Ailill says, "me and Lethargy and Firannion worked it out, pretty fun once ye get the hang of it"
Ailill puts his rebec in his traveler's pack.
Ailill gets a burlwood bandoura from inside his traveler's pack.
Ailill asks, "Daerlynn lass, Kesstrell ye wanna give it a go?"
Ailill grins.

Ailill says, "okay folks, give us some leeway fer these two tryin it fer the first time"
Kesstrell inhales a great swallow of air.
Ailill casually observes the area.
Ailill giggles.
(Daerlynn slowly opens her satchel, glancing around suspiciously.)

(Ailill begins a slow strum on his bandoura, slowly building the chord changes until you recognize the reel "The Bard in the Hayloft")
Ailill nods to Kesstrell.
Daerlynn gets a delicate wyndewood cittern decorated with an intricate cutwork rose from inside her messenger's satchel.
(Kesstrell picks up the rythym on his damaru making its eyes cross)
Ailill giggles.
Ailill nods to Daerlynn.
(Daerlynn begins a gentle counter melody on her cittern, a descant floating above the melody of the reel.)
Ailill grins at Daerlynn.

(Ailill winks at Daerlynn and switches the rhythm to the double jig "Aren't ye Wonderin")
Ailill casually observes the area.
(Kesstrell stands on his head and attempts to maintain the beat using his hairy toes)
Ailill cackles!
Kesstrell falls over.
Ailill lets out a hearty cheer for Kesstrell!
Ailill grins at Daerlynn.
Auriol says, "Shouldn't do that in a kilt, Kessy"

(Daerlynn slides her fingers down and begins to dance around Ailill's Wonderin' melody with her own Answer.)
Ailill says, "he's taller that way"
Ailill grins at Daerlynn.
(Ailill continues with the jig, but starts to tap a rapid beat with his boots on an empty wine cask)
Ailill pants.

(Kesstrell subtly changes the rythym to the unmistakable "Naughty Olvi Girls in The Garden Shed")
Kesstrell hums to himself.
Ailill giggles.

(Ailill misses a chord jarringly as he struggles to match Kesstrells' new tune)
Kesstrell giggles.
Ailill winks at Kesstrell.

(Daerlynn begins to dance, her gypsy skirt a-twirling, her hip chain and bells jangling as she deftly modulates into the bawdy "Gysy Maidens.. in the Garden Shed with Olvi")
Ailill giggles.
Kesstrell gets some black ironwood bones inlaid with a gracefully curving band of tiny silver stars from inside his sunshine yellow sack.

(Ailill catches both Kesstrell and Daerlynn's eye and strums 3 hard chords and brings the session to a close)
Daerlynn giggles.
Ailill grins at Kesstrell.
Ailill hugs Daerlynn.
Ailill sighs.
Daerlynn hugs Ailill.

(Kesstrell begins juggling the damaru with his feet and carrying the beat on his bones before collapsing in a heap)
Kesstrell pants.

Ailill says, "prolly better suited to the practice hall than a concert setting, but I did want to try it with ye"
Kesstrell grins at Ailill.
Ailill grins.
Kesstrell puts his bones in his sunshine yellow sack.
Kesstrell puts his damaru in his sunshine yellow sack.
Kesstrell leaps to his feet!
Daerlynn exclaims, "I like it!!"
Kesstrell says, "me too"
Kesstrell bows.
Daerlynn beams!

Ailill says, "and with that, I will say thank ye all very much"
Ailill says, "and especially to Daerlynn for organizin this great series of events"
Ailill looks at Daerlynn and lets out a hearty cheer on her behalf!
Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.



Daerlynn says, "Vukraz.... if you wish..."

Vukraz blushes a bright red color.
Vukraz says, "Oh yes....of course"
Vukraz smiles.
Vukraz stands up.
(Vukraz tries to remain calm and confident but you can see that he is slightly nervous in being that he hasnt done this sort of thing in a very long time.)
(Vukraz walks to the center of the room.)
Vukraz smiles.

Vukraz says, "First...id like to thank all of you for giving me this opportunity"
Vukraz says, "I'm Vukraz Faylorn, warriormage poet I guess you could say"
Vukraz grins.
Vukraz says, "And here is goes.."
Vukraz smiles.

Vukraz says, "This was written in regards to a mistake i made long long ago, and the sin of it has stuck in my heart ever since."

Vukraz recites:

    "Many dark and lonely nights I have spent
     Looking up into the stars, wondering where my life went
     And after many times gazing into their fiery hue
     Their light shattered the darkness and it was then I knew"

Vukraz recites:

    "That the emptiness i felt inside my heart
     Was of someone special I left behind, a love forced apart"

Vukraz recites:

    "And for the life of me I could not understand
     Why this woman had loved such a man
     For his path was uncertain and he fought against fate
     But when destiny finally took his hand, it was already too late"

Vukraz smiles sadly and gazes off blankly as he remembers his past, then he looks toward everyone once more his eyes aglow with passion.

Vukraz recites:

    "His passion since that day started to grow
     His soul burned and the love flowed
     Now that he gained the strength to fight for what he had lost
     He would regain his love, no matter what the cost"

Vukraz recites:

    "He cut through the evil that tried to stop his fight
     And many days of struggling in this dark, he saw at last his loves' shining light"

Vukraz recites:

    "And with the last of his strength he tried to touch her hand
     But the Blackness around him had closed in and with a soft, but brief caress
     He passed from this land."

Vukraz recites:

    "With his soul resting in his hearts' desire
     His light extinguished like an embers faint fire
     But even after this great warrior fell"

Vukraz tenderly says, "He opened his eyes and gazed into the face of his...Angel."

Vukraz grasps the corner of his greatcloak and draws it before him with a gallant flourish.
Vukraz steps forward with a sweeping bow, causing his greatcloak to swirl around him.



Karish says, "It's been about fifteen years since Silvyfrost gave me my last voice lesson"

Karish says, "And the only thing Kssarh knows about vocal performances is screaming loud enough to be heard on Ratha"
Karish chortles softly at some secret joke.

Karish says, "I don't intend to be that loud"
Karish grins.

Karish says, "A Gypsy's Life" by Karish Narithia."

Karish sings:

    "I sat by the side while the townsfolk danced
     As the Gypsies played a lively jig
     I sat and watched as the townsfolk pranced
     And the Gypsies played a lively jig."

Karish chuckles.
Karish guzzles down some of his wine and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Karish sings:

    "Hey!
     Ho!
     Tap a keg! Lift a glass!
     It's the Gypsy life for me, for me!
     It's the Gypsy life for me!"

Karish chuckles.

Karish sings:

    "No one noticed me, sitting quietly
     As the Gypsies played a lively jig
     No pretty young thing would dance with me
     While the Gypsies played a lively jig."

Karish sings:

    "Hey!
     Ho!
     Tap a keg! Lift a glass!
     It's the Gypsy life for me, for me!
     It's the Gypsy life for me!"

Karish sings:

    "Well, I took a deep breath and a deeper drink
     As the Gypsies played a lively jig
     And with lute in hand, I joined that band
     Of Gypsies that played a lively jig."

Karish chortles softly at some secret joke.

Karish sings:

    "Hey!
     Ho!
     Tap a keg! Lift a glass!
     It's the Gypsy life for me, for me!
     It's the Gypsy life for me!"

Karish sings:

    "A comely young lad danced up to me
     As we all played a lively jig
     He took me by the hand, and pulled me to me feet
     As we all played a lively jig."

Karish sings:

    "Hey!
     Ho!
     Tap a keg! Lift a glass!
     It's the Gypsy life for me, for me!
     It's the Gypsy life for me!"

Karish sings:

    "We danced all night, yes we twirled and spun
     As those Gypsies played a lively jig
     And that lovely time would have not been mine
     If I hadn't played a lively jig."

Karish guzzles down some of his wine and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.

Karish sings:

    "Hey!
     Ho!
     Tap a keg! Lift a glass!
     It's the Gypsy life for me, for me!
     It's the Gypsy life for me!"

Karish bows.

Guest Descriptions


Journeyman Ailill Dreaghnean of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
He has jade eyes, very long thick amber hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.
He has a tattoo of a full-masted sailing vessel on a violent ocean on his arm.

He is holding a burlwood bandoura in his right hand.
He is wearing a tall pewter tankard, a crystal rose pendant, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, a Bardic Spirit Knot kilt-brooch, some elegant ebony leathers seamed with double rows of snow opals, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a forest green sheath, a crimson and forest plaid kilt, an emerald green quiver, a sable cloak embroidered with a raven bearing the crest of the Bards' guild, a rich sable sack, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a leather aventail, some rich sable boots, a carved pick, a silver medium case, a leather reinforced helm, a oak longbow, a lily and a thirteen-pointed star pin.



Algion Ro'Sky of Elanthia, a Human.
You cannot make out his features with the clothing he is wearing.
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 holding a kartais wing in his right hand.
He is wearing a ebony longbow, a perfect crocodile-skin helm, some black-leucro greaves, some superior crocodile-skin gloves, a leather cuirbouilli coat, a sturdy backpack, a long forbidding cloak which surrounds the wearer in midnight black, a crystal skull, a crystal skull, a crystal skull, a string of wickedly-sharp viper fangs alternating with smooth onyx stones, a tanned leather thigh quiver, a tanned leather archer's cuff with the word "Seek" tooled across the back and some black leucro-hide pants lined with thick timber wolf fur.



Mother Amala De'Vali of Elanthia, an Elothean Cleric.
She has violet eyes, very long straight blue-black hair that is braided, and pale skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of a darkly robed woman sitting demurely upon a star shaped altar clasping an obsidian chalice in one hand while on the other, a fierce-eyed shrike is perched on her back.

She is wearing a long snow-white cloak lined in amethyst silk and clasped by a nightingale pendant, a roseate crystal amulet suspended from a narrow silver cord, a forester's bow, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a black silk garter adorned with crystal teardrop.



Madrigal Auriol D'Pre of Zoluren, a Halfling Bard.
She has hazel eyes, shoulder length wavy black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for a Halfling.

She is holding a glass of plum wine in her right hand.
She is wearing a twisted silver barrette, a sky blue beaded necklace, a warm lambswool shawl with a heavily knotted fringe, a sleeveless light blue linen dress patterned with tiny white flowers, a navy blue brocade bag, an indigo beaded case, a braided lute-string ring, a silver wren ring, a dainty silver ring and a slender braided silver ankle chain.



Bryianna M'harshk, an Elothean Moon Mage.
She has crystal green eyes, very long wavy honey hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.

She is holding a brown wood-framed mirror in her right hand.
She is wearing a sturdy blue backpack, some flat-black chain, a flat-black chain balaclava, some flat-black mail gauntlets, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a claymore sheath, a brushed silver torque inlaid with an onyx coyote silhouetted against a cambrinth moon, a cambrinth ring, a tattered burlap bag marked "Majikul Supplize", a heart-shaped pin, a silver silk hooded cloak, a white gold wedding ring, an amethyst engagement ring, a blue leather sheath, a jackal-tooth wristband, some spidersilk stockings, a sea-green coral ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a silver necklace displaying a tear-shaped blue diamond, a shifting gauze skirt, a shell-pink silk bodice, a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses attached to a slender gold chain, a pale jade starflower comb, a green gem pouch, a dark crimson flamerose and a large canvas sack.



Cravence Reaux, a Human.
You cannot make out his features with the clothing he is wearing.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.

He is wearing a weathered oak crossbow, some leathers, a weathered sheath inlaid with troll bone, a scorched black leather longcoat, some rugged leather boots with steel buckles, some baggy black trousers with a crookedly-embroidered leather patch at the knee and a duffel bag.



Philosopher Csammaelf Halburn of Ilithi, an Elothean.
He has one crystal blue eye and one crystal green eye, short fine blue-black hair that is loose, and pale skin.
He is fairly young for an Elothean.
He is clean shaven.

He is holding a bastard sword in his right hand.
He is wearing a belled jester hat, a sturdy aqua backpack, a midnight-blue belt embellished with shoddy renderings of the heavens, a grendel-skin belt pouch, a black gem pouch, a hooded linen robe, some black leather gloves, a longbow, an indigo blue watersilk vest, an enameled silver amulet, a bronze dragon pin, a light aqua sash, a pair of black boots, a wicker quiver, a narrow gold bracer engraved with the seal of the Lunar Accord, a silver catkin chain, an orange poppy, a jackal-tooth wristband, an amethyst engagement ring, a white gold wedding ring, a light crossbow, a Nisha short bow and some jet black leathers.



Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
You have jade eyes, shoulder length straight brunette hair that is tied back, and pale skin."

You are wearing a diminutive cambrinth kingsnake, a gypsy kerchief, a hip pouch, a tarnished silver whiskey flask, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up highly on one side, a forest gree [cut off by log]



Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard.
She has dark eyes, long curly black hair that is loose, 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 is holding a glass of sparkling champagne in her right hand.
She is wearing a circlet of violets twined with cascading ribbons, a pale peach linen dress trimmed with stiff white silk roses along the bodice, a slender gold bracelet made from delicate interlocking hearts, some interlocking gold heart earrings, a slender gold necklace made from a chain of interlocking hearts, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a diamond band, a crimson silk pouch adorned with a crystal charm depicting Faenella's wren carrying a rose in its beak, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers and some dainty kidskin sandals with silk ankle laces.



Augur Gandlock Wislef, a Human Moon Mage.
He has brown eyes, short straight dark brown hair that is unkempt, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a short scruffy mustache on his upper lip and a short rough beard.

He is holding a flagon of ginger beer in his right hand and some modwyn wine in his left.
He is wearing a necklace, a black jet ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a heavy S'lai crossbow, a teak longbow, a cambrinth shadowling charm suspended from a black satin cord, a tattered burlap bag marked "Majikul Supplize", a green and gold brocade sack, a greatcoat, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, some mail gloves, a ratskin hood, some ordinary slippers, some faded pants, a black leather sheath, a black gem pouch, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a sturdy black backpack, a silver gilt hauberk and a twisted cambrinth armband.



Heston Falconsong, an Elothean.
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 is wearing a heavy black greatcoat, an elegant split-strap sword belt with rich black velvet accents and delicate carved ivory buckles, some charcoal-grey pleated wool dueling pants accented with subtle burgundy piping, a black wool scarf draped casually around the neck, a blackened steel locket, some golden viper-skin boots embroidered with rampant black dragons, a blue sapphire eyebrow ring with blackened heron feathers dangling to the side and a somber black haversack.



Novice Grackle Sagbotom-Pantel, a Halfling Empath.
He has ale-brown eyes, short curly strawberry hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
He is young for a Halfling.
He has a bushy, drooping mustache on his upper lip and a long tangled beard.

He is wearing a brown keg, a tarnished silver ring engraved with an oddly stylized Empath's guild crest, a blood red apron, a dented tin picnic box with a thick copper handle, a curiously shaped medicine bag covered with iridescent greenish-black grackle feathers, a patchwork vest crafted from bits of colorful fabrics, a Pantel tartan sash, a dark plum case, a chocolate brown harness, some creamy woolen socks, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a pair of plum wool knickers, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a cracker bag, some light cinnamon leathers, a pumpkin orange bag, a nutmeg brown pouch, a saffron jaque, a cherry red chaperon, a rosemary torque, some lemon yellow boots, a raspberry pink neckerchief, a caramel brown belt, a cooking pot lid, a stained chef hat and an ale-brown calfskin haversack.



Taleweaver Isembard Isimbard, a Human.
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 wearing a green and gold brocade sack, a leather-covered buckler, a stylish silver satin vest with emerald embroidery along the seams and golden turtle-shell buttons, a deep red velvet cape with a white fur collar and a golden gryphon clasp, a dashing black fedora with an engraved silver band, a full-sleeved white silk shirt, some pleated black wool trousers, a creamy white gardenia, a silver flute case, a blue medium case, a carved dragon-engraved pick, some polished black leather boots with gold-trimmed leather tassels, a lavender blue ear-stud, a Bardic Soul Knot pendant, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth and an inlaid turquoise and bone wristcuff.



Fateweaver Karish Narithia of the Gypsies, a S'Kra Mur.
He has slitted crystal green eyes and camouflage scales.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He has a tattoo of a golden hawk with its wings spread wide on his back.

He is holding some modwyn wine in his right hand.
He is wearing a waermodi gwethdesuan, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Faenella, a maple longbow, some fitted linen pants laced at the sides with red leather cords, a time-worn black ironwood pick, some polished brass greaves, a fringed gypsy sc [cut off by log]



Novice Katallie Soggybottom, a Halfling Bard.
She has violet eyes, long wavy black hair that is tied back, and fair skin.
She is young for a Halfling.

She is holding some Arthe Dale mocha coffee in her right hand.
She is wearing some lilac flowery trousers, a purple sweater knitted with dozens of floating tarts, a wooden ring carved in the shape of a curled mouse, a sturdy backpack, a berry-stained shoulder bag, a sack streaked with ale and wine stains and a carved pick.



Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard.
He has silver eyes, short straight amber hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
He is young for a Halfling.
He has a thin bushy mustache on his upper lip and a rough beard.
He has a tattoo of a golden hawk with its wings spread wide on his chest.

He is wearing a tan bota painted with musical instruments, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a turtle shell shield, a vivid green satin rosette, a faded gold ring, a carved phoenix-painted pick, a bronze heron medallion, a rope belt woven from rainbow-colored nemoih strands, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a wide copper earring, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a motley jester's tabard of faded purple and green satin diamonds, a bright orange striped cummerbund dotted with tiny brilliant green spots, a fine linen pillowcase colorfully embroidered with the crest of Taelbert's Inn, a braided lute-string ring, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a Pantel tartan kilt, a light crossbow and a sunshine yellow sack.



Busker Larran Llarusun, a Rakash Bard.
He has milky white eyes, is bald, and has pale skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He is clean shaven.

He is wearing nothing special.



Lathaliu Ewoenyn, an Elothean.
You cannot make out her features with the clothing she is wearing.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.

She is wearing a cambrinth armband carved into the shape of interlocked leaping dolphins, a worn leather book bag bearing the crest of the Asemath Academy, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a silver gilt hauberk, a d [cut off by log]



Lyvia Bent'ala, an Elothean Bard.
She has crystal green eyes, shoulder length thick honey hair that is tied back, and fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.

She is wearing an elegant tapestry case knotted with silken tassels, a twining columbine wreath, an ornate scabbard, a tightly-knit indigo dress with a flared skirt, an enchanting silver wildflower bangle, a copper ear cuff, a tapestry knapsack decorated with moonlight pink roses on a deep green background, a small linen sack embroidered with comical chickens, a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with a tiny silver keg and a tiny pale yellow honeysuckle.



Philosopher Khaman Vairson of the Compact, an Elven Moon Mage.
He has violet eyes, very long thick blue-black hair that is loose, and black skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.

He is wearing a rough amber staff, a platinum thumb ring set with fragments of a shattered blue diamond, a swirling sable greatcloak with an elegant silver chain clasp ornamented with a tiny blue enameled nightingale, a set of pale hair beads carved to resemble twisted skeletons, a shadowy black mystic's robe elegantly embroidered around the hem with the three moons of Elanthia, an ebony journey pack, some polished black leather boots with silver buckles, a black leather split-strap sword belt with silver inlays, a black leather mask embossed on one cheek with Phelim's silver sigil and some midnight black gloves.



Enforcer Markhor Sculpin, a S'Kra Mur Thief.
He has slitted crystal green eyes and camouflage scales.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.

He is holding an embossed parchment invitation in his right hand.
He is wearing some smoke grey rat-pelt leathers, a pair of soft smoke-grey rat-pelt stalking boots with engraved platinum buckles, a thigh pouch, a pair of smoke-grey leather stalking pants stitched with shadowy black panthers, a smoke-grey spidersilk clo [cut off by log]



Battle Empath Melindrha Quinnell of Elanthia, a Halfling Empath.
She has crystal blue eyes, very long curly strawberry hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for a Halfling.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.

She is holding a glass of sparkling champagne in her right hand.
She is wearing a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some shadowy crested leathers, an Empath ""On-duty"" button, a tall pewter tankard, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of [cut off by log]



Miabelle Accica of Aesry Surlaenis'a, an Elothean.
She has violet eyes, long curly honey hair that is tousled, and tanned skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of a chocolate truffle on her left hip.

She is wearing a pure white brushed satin pack with a carved aspen truffle clasp, an elegant black Elven longbow, a pure white mask, a milady's cloak, a long white owl feather, a soft cream doeskin dress with a fringed Elothean beadwork hem, some doeskin legbands, a la'tami-hide sling, a perfect white woodland rose, some fur-lined chain gloves, a small island pin, a smooth pure-white shell painted with tiny chocolates, a snake charm, a thigh quiver, a supple doeskin garter, a chocolate aficionado's sample bag with crewel confections framing the flap, a silk-strung hirdu bow, an archer's snowbeast-pelt bracer and a luminous dreamstone suspended from a fine crystal chain.



Traveler Nemone Qiana, a Human.
She has grey eyes, shoulder length curly auburn hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.

She is wearing some chain greaves, some mail gloves, a boiled leather jacket, a jade dolphin charm, a small knapsack with an intricately carved ebonwood clasp, a supple suede satchel with tightly-braided steelsilk laces, a bo stick, a hip pouch, some boots, a black belt pouch embroidered with a golden lirum, a glossy black ring set with a tiny crystal star, some black cotton slim pants and a large bandana printed with the words "BEWARE OF YAK!".



Rogue Sapphyr Bright-Eyes, an Elf.
He has crystal blue eyes, shoulder length straight golden hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.

He is holding a sparkling white stick in his right hand.
He is wearing a sturdy deep azure traveler's pack depicting an elaborate nocturne, a faded gold ring, some cerulean blue dueling pants embroidered in gold with wandering vines around the waist and cuffs, a flowing cinnamon tunic patterned with umber arrowheads, a golden wire pendant twisted to form a spiral cradling a glass sphere, an ebonwood wristcuff with a sapphire-eyed ebony panther, a carved pick and some supple amber-hued leather boots embossed with white dragons.



Sarabyn Lamis of Ilithi, an Elf.
She has dark eyes, long fine dark brown hair that is braided, and dark skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She is wearing some storm grey leathers, a sleek black mahogany crossbow marked with a single star centered along the stock, a rich sable mask, some rich sable gloves, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a scorched black leather longcoat, a silver kathla of nine expertly enameled plates that depict events surrounding the life of Damaris, some soft black suede sandals, an ebony lockpick case, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates, a tarnished silver ring, a wooden hedgehog trinket, an azure belted leather baldric fitted with a burnished silver crescent moon buckle and a dusty rose pack.



Vukraz faylorn of Elanthia, a Human Warrior Mage.
He has silver eyes, shoulder length straight golden brown hair that is tousled, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He has a tattoo of a dragon made of blue ice breathing white flames on his back.

He is wearing some chain greaves, a full leather helm, a leather and horn-backed shortbow, a studded leather breastplate, some jet black wolfskin boots, a black leather bullwhip, a claymore sheath, a black armband embroidered in golden thread with the sym [cut off by log]



Madrigal Xaphira Vonara of Zoluren, an Elothean Bard.
She has jade eyes, very long wavy amber hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.

She is wearing some hammered gold toe bells, some ordinary slippers, a sleeveless light blue linen dress patterned with tiny white flowers, a white cotton apron embroidered with periwinkle and thyme, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, an enameled silver amulet, a simple pewter charm bracelet and a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with a tiny silver keg.