Daerlynn Concert, 6/16/2001, Daerlynn Concert Series II, Arthe Hollow Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 365 years, 185 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Bronze Wyvern.
It is currently summer and it is dawn.
You feel somewhat certain it's somewhere about the Anlas of Asketi's Hunt

A hot summer sun blazes from its perch in a cloudless sky.

[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

Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard

Adhikari Rayfe'l, a S'Kra Mur
Ailyssa Golden-Hair, a Human
Alexana Cielazure, an Elf
Alula Winged-one, an Elven Warrior Mage
Arelin Lothluinel, an Elf
Arestil d'Kiresan of Zoluren, a Rakash
Arev Darneth, a Prydaen Ranger
Tale Singer Auriol D'Pre of Zoluren, a Halfling Bard
Bozeman CastleCreek of Elanthia, a Kaldaran Bard
Caitilin Lyanessa, an Elf
Wanderer Cavryn Theiler of Therengia, an Elf
Danner Bramblethorn, a Dwarf
Elennah Naranja, an Elothean Cleric
Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard
Taleweaver Faersong Trevalia of Elanthia, an Elven Bard
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Gwenhwyvar Waterspout of Elanthia, a Prydaen Bard
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean
Taleweaver Isembard Isimbard, a Human Bard
Jaggonrazor Cladington of Elanthia, a Human
Jatrius Kantram, a S'Kra Mur
GameMaster Khatentar Palomares, a Rather Curious Fellow
Theurgist Lathaliu Ewoenyn, an Elothean Cleric
Lluna Solarchild of Therengia, a Human
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Orrash Dalmurth, a Rakash
Phinnegan O'Phahey, a Halfling
Minstrel Ravenstorme Flyre, a Human Bard
Rayth Blackmoore of Elanthia, a Human
GameMaster Rinae La'r, an Elf
Bard Roxana Bloodlan, a Human
Sanido Deserk, a Kaldaran Bard
Sarabyn Lamis of Ilithi, an Elf
Sunhammer Gloryfist of Elanthia, a Human
Bard Taigue Ruarai, a Prydaen
Beast Tajarra MuneD'ncer of Elanthia, a Rakash Barbarian
Guard Talomanes Indurian, a Human Paladin
Taleweaver Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard
Madrigal Xaphira Vonara of Zoluren, an Elothean Bard

Set List

Smelling Like a Rose
"Which guild is the right one for me?" [Dedicated to Elennah]
The Bardess
"The man of my dreams"
"Raise up your tankards, Raise them up high!"
"We met on a beautiful late spring day"
You
"Once there was a lassie, as fine as she could be"
"The Naming of a Prophecy"
"The Journey of the Night"
[Surprise]
Ode to My Light Thrown
Ma's Advice aka The Stomach Song

Concert

Daerlynn says, "ummmm... I guess we will get started.."
Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.
Daerlynn blushes furiously!
Daerlynn says, "ummm... before I start, I want to say one thing..."
Daerlynn yells, "Heston made me do it!!!!"
Danner indicates his rusty hook with a smile.
Daerlynn points at Heston.
Heston says, "Yes, so tip *me*."
Heston nods.
Daerlynn says, "ummm... ok.. well..."
Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.
(Heston leans easily against the bar, watching her love in the spotlight)
Daerlynn says, "I won't be introducing anyone tonight.. you're stuck with me.."
Daerlynn says, "So... grab a drink..."

Daerlynn says, "Ok.. well.. ummm.. I haven't sung this song in a while.. but I wanted to start with it..."

Daerlynn says, "It was the first song I ever wrote that I really liked.."

Daerlynn hesitantly says, "ummmmmm... Hello.."

Daerlynn smiles shyly at you, then she slowly takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as she does so. Reopening them, you can almost see her slip into her performance persona, gliding into a graceful curtsy that takes in the entire assembled audience. 



Daerlynn quietly says, "My name is Daerlynn Soulmyste, and tonight I would like to perform for you somewhat of a love song which I call 'Smelling Like A Rose"."

Daerlynn tenderly asks, "Mmmmmmm... The sweet, sweet smell of a rose. Would a rose by any other name still smell as sweet?"

Daerlynn gnaws on her lip.

Daerlynn smiles warmly with a quick wink as she begins to play a bouncy rhythm on her bones, her drink swaying in time. Lifting up a clear, alto voice, she begins to sing with a folky accent...

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "I was engaged to a lad
      he really was not too bad
      but from one wench he could not stay away.
     Rose was this sly wench's name
      and my laddie was her game
      and every night he'd go to her and play."

Daerlynn smiles a bit nostalgically as she moves into the chorus, beginning to raise her glass...

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      I'm the monkey in the middle
      He goes out to twiddle and play
      Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      he gets her sweet cat to fiddle
     And he comes home smelling like a Rose!"

Daerlynn smiles laughingly.

Daerlynn removes a tarnished silver whiskey flask from her belt.

Daerlynn waves a tarnished silver whiskey flask around.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "He was gentle as a dove
      and he said I had his love
      and that I was the one that held his heart.
     Oh, with me he was so mild
      but dear Rosie drove him wild!
      She held him tightly by another part!"

Daerlynn shakes her head.

Daerlynn rolls her eyes.

Daerlynn mischievously asks, "Typical male, aye?"

Daerlynn giggles.

Daerlynn smiles coquettishly, wide eyes round, before going on.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      I'm the monkey in the middle
      He goes out to twiddle and play
      Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      he gets her sweet cat to fiddle
     And he comes home smelling like a Rose!"j

Daerlynn waves a tarnished silver whiskey flask around.

(Daerlynn casts her eyes down, quieting the song somewhat, a helpless look on her face.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "I was fin'ly at a loss
      my fiancee I should toss
      but he was so repentant and contrite
     He said that with me he'd stay
      no more flowers in the hay
      then once again he stayed out late one night!"

Daerlynn sighs.

(Daerlynn gives a little moue pout, shaking her head sadly.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      I'm the monkey in the middle
      He goes out to twiddle and play
      Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      he gets her sweet cat to fiddle
     He comes home smelling like a Rose!"

(Daerlynn gets a determined look upon her face as she continues the song, glancing at the crowd.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well I'd fin'ly had enough
      if I had to I'd get rough
      I went to see the wench and make her pay.
     But dear Rose, she was so sweet
      and no more my lad she'd meet
      She'd just found one with whom she'd rather play!"

Daerlynn smiles knowingly as she tosses her hair back with a languid, sensual motion.

Daerlynn innocently asks, "Well, ..... what can I say?"

Daerlynn smiles sweetly at you with a wink.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      Now his monkey gets no twiddle
      a fee fie fiddle-e-i-ay!
      Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      and my cat gets all the fiddles..."

Daerlynn playfully asks, "And ... you know what?"

Daerlynn waves a tarnished silver whiskey flask around.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "I came home smelling like a Rose!"

Daerlynn smiles laughingly, gathering the audience into her song.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      Now his monkey gets no twiddle
      a fee fie fiddle-e-i-ay!
      Hey hey diddle diddle diddle
      and my cat gets all the fiddles
      
     I come home smelling like a Rose!"

Daerlynn smiles broadly as she holds up her glass, green eyes twinkling and laughing.

Daerlynn coyly says, "Yes... every night..."

Daerlynn growls ferociously!

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "I come home smelling like a Rose!!!"

(Daerlynn takes one last long drink, then slams her glass down hard, the drink sloshing over the sides, as an ending punctuation to her song!)

Daerlynn smiles almost salaciously at you with a wink, as she tosses her hair back and then dips into a slow, graceful curtsy.

Daerlynn curtsies.

Daerlynn says, "Thank you.."

Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.

Firannion asks, "Is that going to set the tone for the evening, Daer?"
Daerlynn looks at Firannion and blushes.



Daerlynn says, "Well... I see Elennah is here..."

Daerlynn says, "So something newer..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "I don't know many Clerics, but I do know one wonderful one - Ellenah!"

Daerlynn points at Elennah.

Daerlynn exclaims, "So, when I was asked to do some songs for a Cleric Day, I had to write one in honor of her - especially because she was running it!"

Daerlynn says, "Now, not many people know the true story of her first days in the Realms.. and why she really became a Cleric.."

Daerlynn says, "Imagine, if you will, a shy young lass... pretty as can be.. in the big city for the first time... trying to decide what to do with her life.."

(Daerlynn gets her tambourine and begins to beat out a bouncy rhythm.)

Daerlynn gets a scarlet gypsy tambourine with fluttering multi-colored ribbons from inside her messenger's satchel.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "A lassie came once to the Crossing
     With looks so fine they could kill
     She wanted to join a profession
     But she wasn't sure which of the guilds"

Daerlynn puts her bones in her messenger's satchel.

Daerlynn grins.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "A guild! Which guild?
     Whichever guild should it be?
     There are clerics and bards, the choices are hard
     Which guild is the right one for me?"

Daerlynn smiles as she twirls through the crowd, her eyes laughing.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "She made her way to Asemath
     To ask of the learned men there
     They decided right then to test her
     To see in which guild she would fare"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "A guild! Which guild?
     Whichever guild should it be?
     There are clerics and bards, the choices are hard
     Which guild is the right one for me?"

Daerlynn exclaims, "Those old professors will help her!"

(Daerlynn gives you a wink and a nod.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "They asked her to pick locks and boxes
     And play music on cittern and fife
     They checked out her moons and her magic
     In order to sort out her life!"

Daerlynn says, "Her talent with the moons - that's what I meant!! "

Daerlynn exclaims, "Really!"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "A guild! Which guild?
     Whichever guild should it be?
     There are clerics and bards, the choices are hard
     Which guild is the right one for me?"

Daerlynn exclaims, "It should have been Bards!"

Daerlynn begins pouting.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "They watched her with shields and with armor
     And tested her soft healing touch
     She did very well with her weapons
     And in tracking she did not get lost  -  not much!"

(Daerlynn grins as she dances around you, shaking both her hips and her tambourine!)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "A guild! Which guild?
     Whichever guild should it be?
     There are clerics and bards, the choices are hard
     Which guild is the right one for me?"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "They tested her penchant for trading
     Then retired in the back to debate
     She paced back and forth in the classroom
     As the old men determined her fate"

Daerlynn shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.

Toe bells jingling in a staccato cadence and feet a blur of motion, Daerlynn throws her head back and lifts her arms high in the sheer joy of dance.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "A guild! Which guild?
     Whichever guild should it be?
     There are clerics and bards, the choices are hard
     Which guild is the right one for me?"

Daerlynn asks, "Can you imagine how nervous she must have been?"

Elennah says, "About as nervous as I am right now."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "They came back to her very quickly
     She knew they'd chosen something barbaric!
     Imagine her surprise whent they told her
     That they thought she'd be best as a Cleric!"

Daerlynn exclaims, "A cleric!!"

Elennah gazes at Daerlynn.

Daerlynn exclaims, "But she was so surprised! They hadn't even tested for that!"

Daerlynn sticks her tongue out at Elennah.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "A guild! Which guild?
     Whichever guild should it be?
     There are clerics and bards, the choices are hard
     Which guild is the right one for me?"

Daerlynn exclaims, "She had to know why.. and you know her... so she asked!"

Elennah grins.
Daerlynn grins.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "They sat sheepishly with arms folded
     But finally the reason was said
     They looked down in their laps as they told her
     Lass, you already can raise up the dead!"

Daerlynn exclaims, "They told her she was already a darn good raising cleric!"
Roxana laughs!
Firannion throws her head back and howls!
Elennah laughs!
Caitilin laughs!
Taigue laughs!
Sanido cackles!
Lathaliu chortles softly at some secret joke.
(Daerlynn giggles and blushes furiously!)
Espritia grins.
Xaphira cackles!
Sarabyn laughs!
Orrash grins.
Rayth chuckles.
Jatrius cackles!
Gwenhwyvar chuckles.
(Elennah buries her face in her hands.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "A guild! Which guild?
     Whichever guild should it be?
     There are clerics and bards, the choices are hard
     Which guild is the right one for me?"

Daerlynn grins.
Daerlynn curtsies.
Daerlynn exclaims, "A cheer for Elennah being such a good sport!!"
(Elennah nods politely, still giggling a bit.)



Daerlynn says, "OK... something different.."

Daerlynn says, "Ok.. You have all probably heard this one..."

Daerlynn says, "But... well.. it is my favorite.."

Daerlynn says, "Somewhat long.. so.. please forgive me.."

Daerlynn puts her tambourine in her messenger's satchel.

Daerlynn smiles shyly at you as she takes her place, then closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.

(Daerlynn reopens her eyes, taking everyone in, drawing them closer to her with her demeanor.)

Daerlynn quietly says, "I would like to share with you the true story of a hero, a story that everyone, in particular every bard, should know."

Daerlynn quietly says, "I submit to you The Bardess, a poem by Daerlynn Soulmyste."

(Daerlynn begins to recite quietly, in a lilting, sing-song rhythm, which will remain unchanged through out the recitation.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "A bardess I am, just simple and true
     I sing and I dance and I play
     Nothing else there be that I'd rather do
     But travel the realms day by day."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And winding roads beckon me on"

Daerlynn recites:

    "For sailors I sing the songs of the sea
     To soldiers of defeating foes
     Early evening the songs may be quite bawdy
     And of love when candles are low"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And busy roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "One day while I was teaching and singing
     To the farmers of their harvest
     While I sang in my ears were then ringing
     Children's laughter from Fayrin's Rest."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And laughing roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "The children were all laughing and playing
     Pretending of wondrous deeds
     While an army approached with hounds baying
     The town was then quickly besieged"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And warring roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "Now the peasants and farmers all gathered
     Bringing pitchforks and axes and hoes
     I knew that their small force would not matter
     Twas only to death they would go"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And shouting roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "Organizing themselves in their Town Square
     With their lives they hoped to delay
     They knew a relief army would be there
     To save their town the next day"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And waiting roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "As I looked at these husbands and fathers
     Heroes giving their lives for their kin
     One long look from one to the other
     Then I pushed myself up front through the din"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And fateful roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I stood there and started explaining
     Their sacrifice would be in vain
     The army of trolls and their minions
     Would cut through them like scythes through their grain"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And bloody roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "Since dark evening, it was softly falling
     We had to hold out the night
     The carnage would be appalling
     If these brave men attempted to fight"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And loving roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I'd go to the enemy army
     And beguile them with magic and song
     The town would lose nothing to send me
     They could still fight if I was proved wrong"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And empty roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I went to the enemy's encampment
     As bold as a bardess can be
     "Show me to your general's tent!"
     I cried, "I have something that he needs to see!""

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And bolden'd roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "Like a leaf I was all trembling inside
     While I stood before the evil old troll
     But this fear I knew that I must hide
     While music off my tongue then did roll"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And fearful roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I played and I sang, recited and danced
     With my music a web I did weave
     My bard magic worked to enchant
     Troll officers, them to deceive"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And magic roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "For me the night lasted so long
     But for them time passed quickly away
     Truer testament ne'er was, to a Bard's Song
     That I sang 'til the dawn of the day"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And singing roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "As the welcome sun brightened the skies
     I heard an elven horn, ringing and clear
     Then I looked deep into the troll's eyes
     And saw there his rage and his fear."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And dark'ning roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "He then beat me and threw me and scarred me
     He destroyed my gittern and fife
     He then gave me to his leering army
     To use me and then take my life."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And ending roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "Always wanting to be someone's treasure
     Of regrets, this my only one
     But now I was used for soldier's pleasures
     Their wanton lusts and for their fun"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And lonely roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I was put to every horrible use
     They sated every nightmarish dream
     My throat had always been used for the muse
     Even now, I did not use it for screams."

Daerlynn recites:

    "I travel the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sing for my keep, I'm a wand'ring Bard
     And silent roads beckon me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "Passed around and abused 'til the elves did draw nigh
     With wounds my soul and body were rife
     And then finally with one last shuddering sigh
     My spirit departed this life"

Daerlynn recites:

    "I traveled the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sang for my keep, I was a wand'ring Bard
     And Starry Roads beckoned me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "Do not weep for me now, those who listen
     For the children still laugh and they play
     I want no teary eyes to glisten
     Just lift a glass to the bard Aurilae."

Daerlynn recites:

    "For I traveled the realms from Theren to Shard
     Bringing laughter and stories and song
     I sang for my keep, I was a wand'ring Bard
     'Til the Starry Roads beckoned me on."

Daerlynn recites:

    "Now the Starry Road has beckoned me on."

(Daerlynn bows her head in silent respect.)

Daerlynn smiles sadly.

Daerlynn says, "Thank you..."



Daerlynn says, "OK.. this is something different.. some call it macabre.."

Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.

(Daerlynn sits herself quietly in front of everyone, biting her lip and brushing a strand of hair out of her face.)

Daerlynn recites:

"Tonight, I would like to tell you a story. This is the story of how I met the man of my dreams..."

(Daerlynn shifts a bit in her seat, a hand playing nervously in her hair.)

Daerlynn recites:

"I know that.. that it may surprise people who know me that there.... that there is such a man.. a man of my dreams..."

Daerlynn smiles nervously as she once more brushes a stray wisp of hair out of her face.

Daerlynn recites:

"But... they say... they say you... you never forget your first... your first man..."

(Daerlynn lowers her eyes, brushes the tendril of hair from her face yet again before folding her hands in her lap.)

Daerlynn recites:

"It was during a war.. which war truly does not matter. I was with two friends, Cherrianda and Souvious. We had just been celebrating a wedding in the Half Pint Inn. We had had a wonderful time, and were crossing the Town Green when... when I saw him."

Daerlynn recites:

"The Green was crowded that night and.. I don't know whether it was our youth, the joy of the wedding... or perhaps all of the wine, but.. when we saw them, the.. the... passion that struck all three of us. Each of us seemed to spot someone, and we moved toward each of our.. our.. newly found 'partners'.."

Daerlynn recites:

"As I said before, they say.. they say you never forget your first. I remember his eyes,.. how our eyes met.. locked.. across the Green. Like... like fate. They were soft eyes, gentle in their way. Brown... deep.. It was his eyes I saw first, and I seemed to fall into them.."

Daerlynn recites:

"His body... strong... powerful.."

Daerlynn blushes furiously!

Daerlynn recites:

"Strong arms... strong legs.. the body of a warrior, which he was. He moved towards me with the strength and grace of a warrior as well... slowly.. inexorably.. "

Daerlynn recites:

"Cherrianda and Souvious had already... ummm... 'paired off' with their.. their partners. The beginning rituals... the dance.. that we all here know so well. Heat and fire in their eyes as they moved towards... towards.. a .. a 'culmination', shall we say? But all else faded into insignificance as he approached.. I only had eyes for him.."

(Daerlynn lowers her eyes.)

Daerlynn recites:

"It was almost slow motion as he approached me.. but... finally... he was there. I gazed up into those unforgettable brown eyes, the passion upswelling in my breast. I moved close to him... my hand reached for him.. he parted his lips..."

Daerlynn recites:

"... and his life's blood poured out.. hot.. slick... covering my hand as I slid my dagger out of his belly..."

(Daerlynn lowers her head, eyes closed, hands wringing in her lap. )

(Daerlynn swallows hard, taking a deep breath, her hand bushed back that stray wisp of hair once more.)

Daerlynn recites:

"They say you never forget your first..."

Daerlynn sighs.

Daerlynn recites:

"I had hunted many creatures before that night... but... but... but never a man. War... war is a terrible thing is it not? And... who knows what the.. the soldiers of the.. the.. 'enemy' think? What they feel? Who they love? Are they not also living, breathing creatures.. and people?"

Daerlynn recites:

"You never forget your first. Your first... man.. man killed. How can you? How can I? He waits for me nightly, watching me.. accusing me.. soft brown eyes staring into my soul.. waiting for me... Every night I see him. After all..."

Daerlynn recites:

"He's the man of my dreams."

(Daerlynn lowers her head quietly.)



Daerlynn asks, "Ummmm... time to change the mood..?"

Daerlynn asks, "Ok.. who here likes to drink?"

Daerlynn exclaims, "Well, good... because I have a drinking song for you all!"

Daerlynn exclaims, "So raise up those glasses... raise up those bottles.. raise up those tankards!!"

(Daerlynn begins to dance quickly amongst the people, almost like a barmaid in a crowded Tavern.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Raise up your tankards, Raise them up high!
     Raise them up so high you can touch the sky!
     Be the last to raise yours and for everyone you'll buy!
     We're all a bunch of drunks be we gal or guy!"

(Daerlynn winks saucily at the nearest man with a small shake of her hip-chain.)

(Daerlynn dances around Heston.)

Daerlynn grins.

Heston's mezzo-soprano joins with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Birds and Bees!
     Barmaids and wenches, flirt and tease!
     You're all a pack o' liars, You're all a pack o' thieves!
     And you'd all take a tumble with the Bardess if you'd please!"

Daerlynn winks at Alexana.

(Heston grins happily)

Daerlynn gasps!

Daerlynn asks, "Oh my.. did I say that?"

Daerlynn giggles.

Daerlynn gets some bones from inside her messenger's satchel.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Buy me a mead or buy me a stout!
     And perhaps I'll reward you with a smile or a pout!
     Or maybe you can dance with me and turn me all about!
     But that is all you'll get from me without a doubt!"

(Daerlynn continues to dance amongst the people, flowing between them and around them with a pouty little smile.)

Daerlynn smiles poutily at Khatentar.

Daerlynn hums a teasing tune.

Khatentar's countertenor and Heston's mezzo-soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Birds and Bees!
     Barmaids and wenches, flirt and tease!
     You're all a pack o' liars, You're all a pack o' thieves!
     And you'd all take a tumble with the Bardess if you'd please!"

(Daerlynn blows a kiss at a man drinking a wine.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Some like their booze, some like their wine!
     If you ask the Bardess, she'll say that any drink is fine!
     Treat the gals nicely, treat all the lassies kind!
     And who knows what kind of luck then at closing you may find?"

Daerlynn just blew Roxana a kiss.

Daerlynn bats her eyelashes.

(Daerlynn runs her hands slowly across the shoulders of a man as she dance past.)

Khatentar's countertenor and Heston's mezzo-soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Birds and Bees!
     Barmaids and wenches, flirt and tease!
     You're all a pack o' liars, You're all a pack o' thieves!
     And you'd all take a tumble with the Bardess if you'd please!"

Daerlynn sticks her tongue out at Heston.

Daerlynn shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Do you like your grog or do you like your brandy?
     Just don't sit by the Tog when he's feeling kinda randy!
     It may get to the point when to him you're lookin' handy!
     And after he is done you will not be fine and dandy!"

Daerlynn gasps!

(Daerlynn wobbles in fright as she dances, the bells on her bracelet sounding like a shimmer of laughter.)

Heston's mezzo-soprano joins with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Birds and Bees!
     Barmaids and wenches, flirt and tease!
     You're all a pack o' liars, You're all a pack o' thieves!
     And you'd all take a tumble with the Bardess if you'd please!"

Daerlynn smiles salaciously as she flirts with you, her jade eyes mischievious and bright.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Are you the type of drunk that truly likes your beer?
     Then you are the one that all lassies learn to fear!
     With your grins and your pinches and lascivious leer
     You make me truly think that you would take me right here! "

Daerlynn smiles laughingly as she deftly dances amongst everyone, twirling and spinning and avoiding ALL pinches.

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Birds and Bees!
     Barmaids and wenches, flirt and tease!
     You're all a pack o' liars, You're all a pack o' thieves!
     And you'd all take a tumble with the Bardess if you'd please!"

(Daerlynn dances with the Dwarf.)

(Daerlynn giggles and laughs!)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "How about some windhaze? How about some rum?
     It's getting kinda late and you're feeling kinda glum!
     Sittin' all alone and you're feelin' like a bum
     Even the troll at the bar is lookin' kinda fun!"

Daerlynn smiles coquettishly as she dances around you.

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Grasshoppers! Grasshoppers! Birds and Bees!
     Barmaids and wenches, flirt and tease!
     You're all a pack o' liars, You're all a pack o' thieves!
     And you'd all take a tumble with the Bardess if you'd please!"

(Daerlynn giggles winningly as she dances once more to the front of everyone, raising up her hand high and singing loudly.)

Daerlynn waves some bones around.

Daerlynn exclaims, "You'd even jump my bones!"

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Raise up your tankards, Raise them up high!
     Raise them up so high you can touch the sky!
     Be the last to raise yours and for everyone you'll buy!
     We're all a bunch of drunks be we gal or guy!"

Daerlynn exclaims, "Raise them up high!"

(Daerlynn curtsies with a flourish, holding her bones to her chest tightly!)



Daerlynn says, "Well... I don't write many love songs... my first, many don't like... but.. here it is.."

Daerlynn puts her bones in her messenger's satchel.

(Daerlynn stands silently for a moment, gathering her thoughts.)

Daerlynn gets a delicate wyndewood cittern decorated with an intricate cutwork rose from inside her messenger's satchel.

(Daerlynn lifts up her face to the crowd, wide jade eyes seemingly far away, before turning her attention to the people in front of her.)

Daerlynn quietly says, "We are bards, masters of all Elanthia in jest, wine, humor... and love. I come to you tonight with the story of one who found what we all search for... a true soulmate..."

(Daerlynn begins to play her gittern in a slow, insistent arpeggiation of two minor chords in alternating measures over an ostinato bass, before moving into a slow recitative.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "We met on a beautiful late spring day
      My soulmate and I
      I was standing there lost, afraid and confused
      lonely and shy."

(Daerlynn looks into the past, unaware of those around her.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "I was a nothing, a no-one, very unsure
      A novice young Bard
      She was established, a some-one, confident and known
      A moon mage from Shard."

(Daerlynn stands quietly, the words told in a matter-of fact way over the insistent, unchanging chords and rhythm.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "Together we talked and together we laughed and together... 
      We giggled and cried
      Weeks passed like minutes and I quickly did know
      I was hers 'til I died."

(Daerlynn moves into the chorus, the chords changing as she lifts her voice into a plaintive minor melody, simple and pure.)

Daerlynn wistfully sings in an alto voice:

    "You bring out smiles in me she once said and I replied
      You make my heart sing
      I vowed to myself on that sweet summer day
      Someday she'd wear my ring."

(Daerlynn 's fingers move across the gittern once again in the same persistent rhythm of the verse, the bass ostinato down an octave as she still stands quietly.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "We were inseparable as the months passed us by quickly
      In all things we shared
      I wanted to say I'd found the soulmate we all search for
      I just never dared."

(Daerlynn continues on, her voice an emotionless recitative over the arpeggios.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "My arms, my heart and my soul all longingly ached
      Simply to hold her
      But I was a nothing, a no-one, so very unsure
      I.... never told her."

(Daerlynn lifts her eyes up imploringly, the first hint of emotion... as if.. this time... things would change...)

Daerlynn recites:

    "I was called away late in the fall like many a Bard
      On the first of my trips
      My soul cried out in anguish and love for it's mate
      Words that died on my lips."

Daerlynn ponders the unchanging past as her fingers find their way into the chorus once more and she lifts up a clear voice.

Daerlynn helplessly sings in an alto voice:

    "You bring out smiles in me she once said and I replied
      You make my heart sing
      I vowed to myself on that sweet summer day
      Someday she'd wear my ring."

(Daerlynn returns her eyes to the distance, the emotionless recitative returning once more with it's persistent restlessness.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "My thoughts were constantly on my Moon Mage from Shard
      As I traveled the land
      In Crossing I bought a moonstone ring for my return when I knew
      I'd ask for her hand."

(Daerlynn allows a hint of hope to come into her innocent eyes as she continues.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "My feet finally, at last, found their way again to her door
      Late one winter night
      She opened the door, she saw me and held me so closely
      Her face was alight. "

(Daerlynn sinks herself in the memory of her beloved's face shining... for her.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "In my hand I held the moonstone ring as upon her face
      My eyes did linger
      Stumbling over oft-rehearsed words, I began to ask for her hand
      When I caught sight of her finger."

(Daerlynn moves once more into the haunting chorus as a single tear makes it's way down her face.)

Daerlynn helplessly sings in an alto voice:

    "You bring out smiles in me she once said and I replied
      You make my heart sing
      And on that cold winter night I saw
      She wore another's ring."

(Daerlynn begins to recite once more, her face a mask.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "The wedding was held on a day like the day we had met
      A beautiful late spring day
      She had no family and she told me I was by far her best friend
      .... I gave the bride away."

(Daerlynn drops her head low, her hair covering her face, before lifting her face and continuing.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "It has been many years now, he is so good to her
      Happiness and children her fate
      When my wandering takes me to Shard, she always asks when I will settle down and find
      What she found, a soulmate."

(Daerlynn recites the last disspassionately over the rhythmic pulsing.)

Daerlynn recites:

    "Do I tell her that I found her and dream of her nightly?
      That in my empty bed I cry?
      Should I let the words cross my lips that did not so long ago?
      My love, I am yours 'til I die."

(Daerlynn draws her eyes to the present, to the assembled people, imploring and yet daring them to answer her question as she moves into the chorus one last time.)

Daerlynn painfully sings in an alto voice:

    "You bring out smiles in me she once said and I replied
      You make my heart sing
      And on that cold winter night I saw
      She wore another's ring."

(Daerlynn ends on a lingering dissonant minor 9th Dominant chord, never allowing the chord, or the key, to find it's resolution...)

Daerlynn curtsies.



Daerlynn says, "One more, short love song.. as a balance.."

Daerlynn says, "I don't write many love songs that I like.. this was a wedding for a dear friend.. that I do.."

Daerlynn begins her Bardic performance for her audience.

Daerlynn settles herself gently, closes her eyes, and begins to play a soft gentle melody on her cittern.

Daerlynn quietly says, "A song I simply call, "You""

Daerlynn bows her head as she continues to play a soft, sensuous accompaniment on her cittern, before raising her head and lifting up a quiet alto voice.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "In the dying embers of the light
     I heard you call my name
     Beyond my vision, out of sight
     I searched for you in vain."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "You came to me that night with love
     Your song enflamed my soul
     The music of Faenella up above
     Full from your heart did roll."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh sweet Bardess, my heart's desire
     Let our melodies now entwine
     The gentle caress of your lyre
     The heated passions of my wine."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Your winsome smile, your sweet caress
     Your whisper in my ear
     In your love, I am blessed
     My soul has naught to fear."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "In me, a fire you did awake
     That none but you can still
     Our hearts are open, and then to slake
     Of love we drank our fill. "

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh sweet Bardess, my heart's desire
     Let our melodies now entwine
     The gentle caress of your lyre
     The heated passions of my wine."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "The music of your laughing eyes
     The crescendo of your hair
     Soaring harmonies do arise
     Your music without compare."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "My days are full, my nights are warm
     Since you have ended my strife
     To be yours I now have sworn
     Now will you share my life?"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh sweet Bardess, my heart's desire
     Let our melodies now entwine
     The gentle caress of your lyre
     The heated passions of my wine"

Daerlynn drops her head as she plays a tender ending to the song, drawing the sweet harmonies around you before letting them fade into the loveliness of the heavens.



Daerlynn asks, "Ummm.. can I do a few more?"

Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.

Daerlynn exclaims, "Another short one... of a different sort... but it is a love song..!"

Daerlynn says, "Kind of.."

Daerlynn puts her cittern in her messenger's satchel.

Daerlynn gets a scarlet gypsy tambourine with fluttering multi-colored ribbons from inside her messenger's satchel.

Daerlynn smiles brightly at you as she begins to beat out a rhythm on her gypsy tambourine, the tambourine held high over her head as she begins to spin and dance.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Once there was a lassie, as fine as she could be
     She had so many suitors, they numbered thirty-three!
     One for every day o' the month, and three more then beside
     She said to them, To marry me, You must gi' me the best ride!"

Daerlynn shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho
     You must gi' me the best ride!"

(Daerlynn winks outrageously at you!)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Ten o' them were liars, to the occasion they coul' not rise
     Ten more o' them dullards, boring and quick besides
     And ten o' them were selfish lads, only into their own show
     So when they took her riding, no excitement did she show!"

Daerlynn smiles as she twirls and dances away from you, giggling.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho
     No excitement di' she show!"

(Daerlynn dances and twirls, her skirt flying up so high that you get an enticing view of her legs!)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Then were left there three young lads, a Cleric, Thief and Pallie
     And to her wondrous gates did they, all attempt to sally!
     The first of these to ride wi' her, was the Thief with his dagger small
     She turned to him when their ride was done, and said, Laddie, is that all?"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho
     She said, Laddie, is that all?"

(Daerlynn holds out her hand, fingers apart, and then brings two fingers closer together with a large pout.)

(Daerlynn giggles with a blush.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Then there came the Cleric, pious beyond a doubt
     He smiled down upon her, as he began to mount
     He rode so fast, he rode so hard, she coul' nae keep apace
     And when their ride was over, she gasped, Lad is this a race?"

Daerlynn smiles winningly at you as she pauses in her dancing, then she wipes her brow, panting, and gasps, "Whew!"

(Daerlynn grins and winks as she twirls away, dancing once more!)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho
     She gasped, Lad is this a race?"

Daerlynn shakes her hands, ringing the bells on her bracelet.

Toe bells jingling in a staccato cadence and feet a blur of motion, Daerlynn throws her head back and lifts her arms high in the sheer joy of dance.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Fin'ly came the Pallie, in his shinin' plate
     The lassie's lust for riding, would he attempt to sate
     His lance held high, he bega' to ride, and the earth began to shake
     The lassie screamed wi' pleasure, her joy she did not fake!"

Daerlynn innocently exclaims, "Faking joy? Well.... I never heard o' such a thing!"

Daerlynn shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho
     Her joy she di' not fake!"

(Daerlynn pouts and then winks at you, spinning away, her gypsy skirt flying up once more!)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "So off into the sunset, the couple then did ride
     He on his big black stallion, she on her mare beside
     She'd fin'ly found one who loved to ride the horses as much as she
     Oh my! What were ye thinkin'?, Now where coul' your mind be?"

(Daerlynn grins and shakes her head at you.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho
     Now where coul' your mind be?"

(Daerlynn giggles and dips into a flourishing curtsy.)



Daerlynn says, "Okay... one more story... "

Daerlynn exclaims, "I have to say... this one actually won something once!!"

Daerlynn preens. Someone's pleased with herself!

Daerlynn puts her tambourine in her messenger's satchel.

Daerlynn says, "They say that Naming, or Speaking, a Prophecy, gives it power."

Daerlynn asks, "Does the naming.. or the hearing give it power? Or.. is it fate..?"

(Daerlynn shifts in her seat, brushing a stray wisp of hair from her face.)

Daerlynn says, "Once, long, long ago, there was a nobleman named Sanndena. Sanndena was a good man, married to a noble lady named Lasadel. They had one child, a beautiful girl named Delahle. "

Daerlynn says, "One day a traveling scholar stopped by their manor. As was his nature, Sanndena invited him and showed him the hospitality of his home for the night. The scholar, whose name is now lost to us in the mists of time, was quite taken in by little Delahle, who was now ten years old."

Daerlynn says, "Sanndena and Lasadel, only wanting the best for the girl, asked the scholar whether he would perchance speak a prediction over their young daughter. He of course agreed."

Daerlynn says, "So they called Dindennat, the young girl who was Delahle's friend, and destined to be her ladyservant, to bring her in."

Daerlynn says, "After Delahle was brought in and Dindennat dismissed, the unnamed scholar consulted the moons and, as is the tradition of wandering scholars everywhere, indulged himself in a bit of showmanship, which suitably impressed Sanndena and Lasadel."

Daerlynn says, "But there was no denying that his face did turn pale, and his smile as he looked at Delahle was a bit wan. But smile he did, and he said to her parents, "It is not meet for a child to know their own fate, at such a young age., and to hear the naming of their prophecy." So Delahle was dismissed."

Daerlynn says, "After she had left the room, the unnamed scholar turned to the good man and his noble lady, and said, "Gracious Sir and Lady, it is my wish that such a dire prediction not be named for such a beauty as she!" Still, Sanndena and Lasadel entreated him, and he gave in, and this is what he said."

Daerlynn says, ""The Moons spoke to me as I looked at the beautiful lady Delahle, and they pronounced..... "No man shall love Delahle with a deep true love, and this shall be both her bane and her salvation..""

Daerlynn exclaims, "At this, the unnamed scholar dropped his head.. and Sanndena and Lasadel began to discuss in whispers what this all could mean. Unbeknownst to them, however, Delahle, being inquisitive as well as beautiful, had been listening and had heard her own fate spelled out. She vowed in her heart that this prophecy would never come to be!"

Daerlynn says, "Once again, time passed, as time is wont to do, and Delahle became a beautiful young woman. Beloved by the people of her father's domain, she traveled the land with her ever-present hand maiden, Dindennat. "

Daerlynn says, "However, despite the quick smile and flirtatious nature, deep inside her heart the bitter seed of the prophecy rankled. Through many relationships, all chaste of course, she always would see a flaw in the young lad that proved the prophecy true. Often, the relationship was broken off quickly, sometimes even against the advice of her friend and confidante, Dindennat."

Daerlynn says, "Time passed still, and the bitter seed began to grow fruit in the beautiful woman's heart. She was now the heir of the good man and his noble lady, who had walked the Starry Road never having seen a grandchild they so desired. "

Daerlynn says, "Unfortunately, the darkness in Delahle's heart began to cause her to trust no man and few women, and her rulership began to grow as harsh and bitter as the winter wind, even though the advice of her most trusted friend, ever faithful Dindennat, was always of warmth, sun and stars. Delahle's people began to cry out, but she turned a deaf ear to them. "

Daerlynn says, "It was wondered where the beautiful woman, daughter of a good man and a noble lady, had gone to."

Daerlynn says, "At this time came an emissary of a young knight named Wenhegessger, who ruled a manor next to that of Delahle's. In times past, he had loved the beautiful woman, and he had never forgotten her. He offered her marriage and, he said, his heart. "

Daerlynn says, "His love was as true, Wenhegessger declared, as the sun rises and falls, as true as the ash tree, and as strong as the oak. "

Daerlynn says, "Everyone could see that the young knight's heart was full, and that Wenhegessger loved Delahle with the love of a dwarf for gems or for ale. Everyone but the beautiful woman herself, who flew into a rage at the emissary. "

Daerlynn says, ""How dare he?" she cried, "He wants my lands... my soft hearted people have gone crying to him that I am too harsh! I will show them harsh!! Prepare for war!! My people .. and this young knight... shall pay for this insult to me!""

Daerlynn says, "At this, her best friend and loyal maid servant, Dindennat, stepped in front of her. "Milady" she cried out. "Do not do such a thing! These are your people., this young knight, this brave young man.. loves you!" "

Daerlynn says, "Already enraged, the beautiful young woman heard the prophecy mocking her in her faithful servant Dindennat's words. Sliding the sword out of her sheath, she struck down her companion and friend since infancy, the loyal Dindennat. "

Daerlynn says, "At this, the rage left her, and Delahle saw what she had done and what she become. Cradling the beautiful Dindennat in her arms, she begged for forgiveness. She poured out the words of the prophecy, begging absolution and understanding from the dying Dindennat. Dindennat stopped her, gazing up at Delahle with warm, tender eyes."

Daerlynn says, "Do you not know your languages, My Lady?" said the sweet Dindennat. "My father, disappointed that I was not the son he craved, named me in the Gamgweth Dindennat, which means No Man. And I have loved you with a true deep love for so many years... and my soul shall always love you... my Delahle... my love." And with these words, the loving Dindennat's soul walked the Starry Road."

Daerlynn says, "At this, the beautiful young woman repented and the Prophecy's seed died with her tears. She accepted the young knight s proposal and, as is the way of tales everywhere, her and her people lived happily ever after, and she kept the woman Dindennat in her heart."

Daerlynn says, "But she always remembered that prophecies are not always what they seem, and she often wondered what I now wonder."

(Daerlynn brushes a wispy tendril of hair from her face to behind her ear.)

Daerlynn asks, "Does the Naming of a Prophecy determine fate... or the Hearing of it? Or will the Prophecy just find a way... to come true?"



Daerlynn exclaims, "Ummm.. okay.. can you all take two more..? That is all.. I promise!"

Daerlynn says, "Okay.. history songs are usually hard for me... "

Daerlynn says, "But... this is a story I thought always needed telling.. from this perspective.."

Daerlynn says, "Roxana and Heston will help me.."

Daerlynn says, "Imagining... as hard as it is.. that Roxana is male.."

Daerlynn giggles.

Daerlynn drapes a black shadowsilk cloak from her shoulders, which totally envelops her.

Daerlynn begins her Bardic performance for her audience.

Daerlynn stands quietly in front of you, her head bowed so that you see nothing of her face. Her features are completely concealed by a dark cloak, so that she blends into the darkened room.

Heston stands straight and tall, silently flanking Daerlynn on her right side. Her hair dark, her face pale, she is dressed as the Bright Beautiful Princess of the Mountain Elves.

Roxana stands tall and proud at Daerlynn's left, dressed regally, a Mountain Elf Prince in all of his glory.

Heston, Roxana and Daerlynn stand silent, heads bowed, as a low drone is heard on a vielle a roue. After a few seconds, a resonant low drum begins a slow, rhythmic beat that is felt throughout your body. 

Roxana decisively moves his arm in a quick gesture, and torches flare into being, throwing shadows of a gruesome scene on the wall behind the three. Almost appearing to dangle from the ceiling, the shadows of hanging bodies come into stark relief... the cold reality of death, war... and betrayal.

Heston begins to sing a slow, almost ethereal yet rhythmic keening wail, accompanied by the haunting sound of a silken stringed pyi-pya. Behind her, a number of children file slowly in, elven all, completely outfitted in black, with painted black faces, looking like shadows in the flickering torchlight. They enter slowly, sadness... loneliness... fear and despair evident in their movements, as they slowly move past and between the bodies.

Roxana stands unmoving, face hard and emotionless, as a number of novice elven bards, hidden in the darkness, begin to softly play a uniquely elven rhythm on their percussion instruments.

Roxana joins his voice with Heston's wail, in a modal harmony, as the children continue to file through the bodies, with the final child a small, elven girl. The girl stops, gazing up for a long time at two of the hanging bodies, a man and a woman, their hands still clasped together... even in death.

Heston suddenly stops her wailing - all of the music stops, leaving just the echo of it's passing. In the silence, the elven girl turns and stares out at you. Unlike the other children, her face is not painted black; instead you see the face of an exquisitely beautiful elven girl with flowing black hair and piercing dark eyes. You almost feel a chill in your soul as her face slowly turns to ice, her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, bore into you as she whispers into the darkness, "Aman abule."

Daerlynn whispers to you 'And so the Journey of the Night begins..."

Roxana , Heston and Daerlynn (her head still lowered, face hidden) stand quietly, as the bodies fade away and the children circle the room in darkened silence. This time two pedal drone notes begin, an open fifth on a bass viol, soon joined by an aimless yet intricate melody played upon a mirliton, wandering, searching and restless. 

Heston lifts her soprano voice up in a haunting progression, joined by the ethereal voices of the elven children circled around you... a gentle, keening sound. Her arms rise up and she begins a ritualized elven dance... standing in place as she sings, the elven percussion beginning an exotic rhythm.

Roxana begins to move in the same dance as Heston but in the opposite direction, creating a symmetry on each side of the silent and unmoving Daerlynn. The exotic percussive rhythms fall into a tight groove with the voices and mirliton, and are obviously elven - the elven of the Mountains, tinged with loss and vengeance - and a touch of harsh Dwarven.

Daerlynn lifts her head up quickly, her eyes flashing and hot. Her face is deathly pale and framed by a wild mane of black hair. Her normally jade eyes are a feral black, and you notice a striking resemblance between her face and the cold face of the elven girl.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Enslaved we were, for age upon age
     In shackles and in chains
     Locked within, their deep mountain cage
     Far from the Wind and Plains."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Entombed inside. their unholy earth
     They thought that we'd forget
     But in our heat'd, breast there burned
     The Outrage they'd regret."

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Vengeance is ours, we do not forget
     And thou hast not the right!
     To judge us or condemn us 'lest
     Thou's made the Journey of the Night."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "We remembered our parents, we remembered the Sun
     And our hearts burned cold through the wait
     But soon we knew, that our time would come
     Our blood lust hunger to sate."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "The massacre began, in the Vigil of Night
     Rendstone ran slick with blood
     I established mine own, Divine Right
     When on their King's corpse I stood."

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Vengeance is ours, we do not forget
     And thou hast not the right!
     To judge us or condemn us 'lest
     Thou's made the Journey of the Night."

Daerlynn looks out at you defiantly, slowly raising a delicate circlet to her head, as the elven tablas, bodhrans and other percussion instruments beat out their insistent rhythms, accompanying the plaintive cry of the mirliton and the children's voices once more. Behind her, you see the silhouette of a young Elven woman slowly lifting a crown from a body upon which her foot rests, raising the crown into the air before slowly settling it down upon her head.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "The Wind and the Plains, turned their backs on us
     And we could not return
     We lost the heat, and the light of the sun
     Cold and dark did our hearts burn."

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Vengeance is ours, we do not forget
     And thou hast not the right!
     To judge us or condemn us 'lest
     Thou's made the Journey of the Night."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Their Princess chose, one of Human blood
     Bringing war and tears and pain
     Death and destruction, savaged her wood
     And my precious son was slain."

Roxana is slain before your eyes!

Roxana 's body fades into the darkness as the torchlights around him flicker out, leaving only empty nothingness at Daerlynn's left side.

Daerlynn stares out at you, eyes growing even colder.

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Vengeance is ours, we do not forget
     And thou hast not the right!
     To judge us or condemn us 'lest
     Thou's made the Journey of the Night."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Withdrawing then, for many a year
     To return to the Realms was hard
     But Corik the Ferdahl, came to us without fear
     For him we sang the founding of Shard."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "After Shard was rebuilt, we took care of the pass
     And the gondola between lands
     We decided to try for a peace that would last
     I sent my daughter into human hands."

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "Vengeance is ours, we do not forget
     And thou hast not the right!
     To judge us or condemn us 'lest
     Thou's made the Journey of the Night."

Heston stops her ritual dance, turning and smiling a tender, loving smile towards Daerlynn, reaching out to her as the music slows and quiets.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "She left Rendstone, on that fateful day
     My bright and shining heart
     So many words, that I did not say
     Before she did depart."

Heston reaches out a hand imploringly to Daerlynn, somehow unable to reach her.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "I felt her last cry, in the deep of my heart
     As the monstrous beast struck home
     Foully murd'ring, my bright shining star
     Turning my heart and soul to stone."

Daerlynn enfolds her daughter's body in her arms, as the music stops in a dead silence.

Daerlynn looks down at the body, the room silent and dark... dark, except for the little bit of light around a mother tenderly cradling her dead daughter in her arms.

Daerlynn painfully lifts her eyes to you, one tear making a slow track down her cheek.

Daerlynn lifts a halting voice... slow... a cappella...

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Vengeance is mine, I do not forget
     And thou hast not the right
     To judge me or condemn me ..."

Daerlynn says, "Unless you have made the Journey of My Night....."

Daerlynn whispers to you "Aman abule... "

Daerlynn drops her face as complete and utter darkness falls.



(Heston trots over to the center of the room, stealing some of Daerlynn's spotlight)

Heston exclaims, "Hi!"

Daerlynn says, "Well... I have one more... but.. this is what I was afraid of.."

(Heston struts about obnoxiously)

Heston leans back against Daerlynn with a loving smile.

Heston says, "As you all know..."

Heston says, "All of you but Daer..."

Heston hums to herself.

Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.

Daerlynn says, "Uh oh.."

Daerlynn wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Heston says, "It was my idea to throw this concert...Daerlynn likes to sing above all else."

Heston smiles at Daerlynn.

Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.

Daerlynn says, "I *am* a ham..."
Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.

Heston says, "So.. to gather her closest friends together to celebrate was only appropriate."

Heston says, "So! Just to add some minor thunder to the evening... I'm gonna make a little speech."

Heston coughs.

Daerlynn frets.

Heston says, "I know I'm pretty much the luckiest person in the realms."

(Heston runs her hand nervously through her hair, brushing her red locks away from her crystal eyes)

Daerlynn tickles Heston, grinning mischievously.

Heston says, "And I've never loved her more than when she's on stage like this, sharing her gift and her love with crowds of people. she's the center of song, the center of art... the center of history."

(Heston blushes, her eyes still fondly on Daerlynn)

(Daerlynn wants to hide.)

Heston says, "I've never loved her more than when she's alone with me, in front of our homefire in Dirge. She has too much compassion to shut the land out completely, but sometimes... I become her world."

(Heston continues to ramble on and on about Daerlynn's virtues)

Heston says, "Like I said, I'm a lucky one."

Heston gets a small lavender box from inside her black greatcoat.

Daerlynn gnaws on her lip.

Daerlynn says, "ummm.."

Heston asks, "I love you. I want to promise you that my love for you will continue to increase.. my devotion will only grow. How about it, my muse, my lover? Can we spend our future together?"

Heston offers Daerlynn a small lavender box.

Daerlynn says, "Oh my..."

Daerlynn accepts Heston's lavender box.

Daerlynn nods.

Daerlynn exclaims, "Oh... yes...!"

(Heston wipes her hands on her breeches, gazing at Daerlynn)

Daerlynn kisses Heston. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Heston throws her head back and howls!

Daerlynn gets a bijou jade promise ring inlaid with a silver heron gripping a harp in her beak from inside her lavender box.

Daerlynn exclaims, "This is beautiful...!"

Daerlynn says, "I am.. overwhelmed.."

(Heston struts about proudly)

Daerlynn kisses Heston. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Heston kisses Daerlynn. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Daerlynn yells, "Yes!!"

Daerlynn kisses Heston. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.

Mykk asks, "And what's that you say? We're all invited to the wedding?"

Daerlynn slides a bijou jade promise ring inlaid with a silver heron gripping a harp in her beak onto her finger.

Daerlynn exclaims, "Aye!!!"

Heston pats Mykk on the back.



Daerlynn says, "Well... I am in shock..."

Daerlynn blushes a bright red color.

Heston says, "I think you should sing the light thrown song now. "

Heston giggles.

Daerlynn asks, "Heston has requested her favorite of my songs.. how can I say no, now?"

Heston exclaims, "Its a good song!"

Heston begins pouting.

Daerlynn says, "Well.. she likes this one more than me.. "

Daerlynn grins.

Daerlynn tenderly says, "I call this my 'Ode to My Light Thrown' in honor of all who use this weapon of note."

Daerlynn innocently sings in an alto voice:

    "As a bard I love to sing
      I drink and dance and play anything
      But to be so perfectly blunt
      Why do I need two weapons to hunt?"

Daerlynn ponders the question with pursed lips.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Pick two weapons, Silvyrfrost said
      Beat on a critter until it's dead
      Jab and draw and feint and bash
      Slice it up 'til its critter hash!"

Daerlynn gets a jagged lyre-pommel dao from inside her buckskin harness.

(Daerlynn pantomines slicing up a goblin with wild abandon.)

Daerlynn coyly sings in an alto voice:

    "Now those who know me say that I'm meek
      I will now tell you, I am also weak!
      I like to rely on my speed and wits
      something fast! To get lots of hits!"

(Daerlynn holds her dao in front of her, blows on it as if it is hot!)

Daerlynn puts her dao in her buckskin harness.

Daerlynn teasingly sings in an alto voice:

    "I like light edge, I love my dao
      It works with me, I don't know how!
      and I love the allure of light thrown
      my throwing knife with it's handle of bone."

Daerlynn slides a bone-handled throwing knife out of her blue bandolier.

Daerlynn ponders her bone-handled throwing knife with a bemused expression.

Daerlynn says, "But...."

Daerlynn waves a bone-handled throwing knife around.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Ohhhhhhh.....  
                        have........
                                               you....."

(Daerlynn waggles brows as she pauses, then quickly picks up the tempo with a shy smile.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Have you ever thrown a throwing knife?
      The problems are so rampant and rife!
      You can throw and throw and never hit
      Or in the critter they'll lodge and sit!"

Daerlynn playfully sings in an alto voice:

    "One - Two - Three - Four!
      Throwing knives in a boar!
      Five - Six - Seven - Eight!
      He'll never die at this rate!"

Daerlynn laughs!

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh my knives they are a-flyin'
      but the critters ain't a-dyin'!
      You'd think that knives would daze 'em
      but they barely even faze 'em!"

(Daerlynn pouts an exagerrated pout at her bone-handled throwing knife.)

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "One - Two - Three - Four!
      Throwing knives in a boar!
      Five - Six - Seven - Eight!
      He'll never die at this rate!"

(Daerlynn rocks forward, laughing and giggling.)

Daerlynn exclaims, "I used to carry eleven throwing knives and a throwing dagger... and once lodged them ALL in a single boar. That was the day I decided a bola was for me!"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Sometimes I'll hit a goblin
      it barely even hobbles 'em
      I throw and throw and throw
      But I learn these things so slow!"

(Daerlynn stops, sits up seriously in an imitation of Silvyrfrost, eyeing the people somewhat imperiously.)

Daerlynn says, "I am sorry, Daerlynn, but ye need some work on ye'r general weapon skills to advance."

Daerlynn ponders her bone-handled throwing knife.

Daerlynn sighs.

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "One - Two - Three - Four!
      Throwing knives in a boar!
      Five - Six - Seven - Eight!
      He'll never die at this rate!"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Sometimes my knife will tease me
      It thinks that it will please me
      One throw and the goblin is supine
      the next will live lookin' like a porcupine!"

Daerlynn giggles.

Daerlynn exclaims, "Everyone..... count with me now!"

Heston's mezzo-soprano and Roxana's soprano join with Daerlynn's alto as she sings:

    "One - Two - Three - Four!
      Throwing knives in a boar!
      Five - Six - Seven - Eight!
      He'll never die at this rate!"

(Daerlynn ends with a rousing rhythm on her bones.)

(Daerlynn curtsies to her bone-handled throwing knife.)

Daerlynn slides a bone-handled throwing knife into her blue bandolier.

Heston says, "See? THEY liked it too."

Daerlynn grins.

Heston grins at Daerlynn.

Heston kisses Daerlynn. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.



Daerlynn says, "Ok.. I will end with my most requested song..."

Daerlynn says, "ummm..."

Daerlynn says, "If anyone has... ummm... delicate sensibilities.. please.. be warned.."

Daerlynn says, "This is a .. a bit bawdy..."

Daerlynn says, "You know... this USED to have a name..."

Daerlynn gets some bones from inside her messenger's satchel.

Daerlynn innocently says, "I hope that you can help me, I have been trying to capture a man."

Daerlynn innocently says, "I don't know what I am doing wrong. I just try to follow my Momma's advice."

Daerlynn begins pouting.

Daerlynn innocently says, "Here, let me tell you what she said."

(Daerlynn begins to dance a languid gypsy dance, the bells on her hip chain, anklet, bracelet and toes putting forth a shimmering sound in the tempo of the dance.)

Daerlynn shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.

(Daerlynn begins to play a captivating rhythm on her bones, a rhythm distinctly that of the gypsies, but the slow, sensuous rhythm of a gypsy woman.)

Daerlynn shakes her hands, ringing the bells on her bracelet.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "When I was a young girl
     My Momma took me aside
     Every girl needs a man, she said
     How to get one I'll now confide."

Daerlynn shakes her hands, ringing the bells on her bracelet.

Daerlynn winks.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "To capture a good man's love, my dear
     Is not a matter of luck
     The way to a man's heart, I fear
     Is through a man's stomach. "

(Daerlynn looks quizzical as she ponders this concept, pausing in the dance.)

(Daerlynn puts her finger to her chin, pursing her lips, deep in thought.)

(Daerlynn shakes her anklet bells in a quick shimmer of sound.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice: "Well, of course I'd do what my Momma said And went out to capture a man I'd use my gypsy wiles at first And then to his stomach was my plan!"

Daerlynn shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "The first I met was a Moon Mage
     With his flowery words of lore
     I'd try my Momma's advice on him
     Before he got out through the door!"

Daerlynn giggles.

Daerlynn asks, "Stomach, hmmm?"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, I took him to my bed that night
     We were wild! You should have seen us!
     I began to kiss his stomach then
     When he pushed me to his..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........ Well, you know!"

(Daerlynn shakes her head, her eyes wide and round.)

Daerlynn exclaims, "Momma said his stomach!"

Daerlynn shakes her hands, ringing the bells on her bracelet.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Then I found a Trader
     He really was a doll
     He treated me to everything
     We truly had a ball!"

Daerlynn exclaims, "Momma's advice would work now!"

Daerlynn giggles.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, I took him to my bed that night
     We rolled amongst his coin!
     I began to kiss his stomach then
     When he pushed me to his..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........  Well, you know!"

Daerlynn rolls her eyes.

Daerlynn exclaims, "Two for two!"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Next I found a War Mage
     Sweet things to me he'd tell
     Before the night was over
     I'd fallen under his spell."

Daerlynn licks her lips.

Daerlynn kicks one foot out in a graceful arc, and with a dip of her shoulders and a tinkling of toe bells, she pirouettes in a dazzling spin!

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, I took him to my bed that night
     It truly was perfection!
     I began to kiss his stomach then
     When he pushed me to his..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........  Well, you know!"

(Daerlynn shakes her head, looking like she may cry in frustration!)

Daerlynn yells, "Momma!"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Next I found an Empath
     He really liked to heal me
     I think that was an excuse, you know
     For he truly liked to feel me!"

Daerlynn coyly says, "But Empaths have such a nice touch..."

Daerlynn shakes her feet, ringing the bells on her anklet.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, I took him to my bed that night
     He was fun to kiss and lick
     I began to kiss his stomach then
     When he pushed me to his..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........  Well, you know!"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Next I met a Ranger
     Oh, what a handsome sight!
     Just looking at him I wondered
     If I'd survive the night!"

(Daerlynn purrs deeply.)

Daerlynn coyly says, "He knew mouth to mouth.. must be a survival skill..."

Daerlynn winks.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, I took him to my bed that night
     He laid me upon the sod!
     I began to kiss his stomach then
     When he pushed me to his..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........  Well, you know!"

Daerlynn gasps!

Daerlynn innocently exclaims, "These things are harder than I thought!"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Then there was a Barbarian
     With weapons an adept
     He'd made the rounds of our gypsy clan
     With every girl he'd slept!"

Daerlynn exclaims, "I told you he was good with his weapon!"

Daerlynn giggles.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, I took him to my bed that night
     His weapon sure had a haft!
     I began to kiss his stomach then
     When he pushed me to his..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........  Well, you know!"

Daerlynn ponders.

Daerlynn says, "Definitely a Two Hander.."

Daerlynn winks.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Next I found a Paladin
     In his armor of plate
     When he held me in his arms that night
     I knew that this was fate!"

Daerlynn asks, "Or... was it his codpiece?"

(Daerlynn giggles with a shy blush.)

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, I took him to my bed that night
     He gave me Courage, oh what a leader!
     I began to kiss his stomach then
     When he pushed me to his..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........  Well, you know!"

Daerlynn exclaims, "Oh my!"

Daerlynn asks, "What is it with this stomach thing?"

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Next I tried a Thief
     Perhaps I'd steal his heart!
     He was so quick with his lockpick
     And he said he wanted a tart!"

Daerlynn blushes furiously!

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, I took him to my bed that night
     I thought *this* was a lock!
     I began to kiss his stomach then
     When he pushed me to his..."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........  Well, you know!"

Daerlynn asks, "Well.. whatever shall I do?"

Daerlynn shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh Momma! Oh Momma!
     I feel like such a fool!
     I try to kiss their stomachs, but...
     They all push me towards their...."

Daerlynn exclaims, "........  Well, you know!"

(Daerlynn begins to dance her slow gypsy dance, speeding it up until she is twirling around the area in a flurry of motion and jangle of sweet bells.)

(Daerlynn suddenly stops dancing, falling to her knees, her hair falling disheveldly over her face, smoldering green eyes looking up at you.)

Daerlynn smiles a coy, pouty smile.

Daerlynn innocently asks, "What's a girl to do?"

(Daerlynn gives a small shake of the bells on her bracelet.)

Daerlynn winks.

Daerlynn curtsies.

Daerlynn says, "Thank you all.."

Guest Descriptions


Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
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 wearing a small ebony flute charm, a dark blue bandolier embroidered with an exquisitely detailed violin, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a carved pick, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a pale blue oval cameo locket, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up highly on one side, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a gypsy kerchief, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, a patchwork gypsy drawstring purse, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a set of thirteen golden bells embellished with leafy silver filigree, an emerald silk handfasting cord fastened at either end with a serpentine ruby band, some hammered gold toe bells, a filigreed gold bracelet studded with frost opals and hung with tiny bells, a belled anklet, a silvery buckskin harness, a tarnished silver whiskey flask and a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe.



Adhikari Rayfe'l, a S'Kra Mur.
She has an empty socket for a left eye, a slitted grey right eye and green-brown scales.
She is young for a S'Kra Mur.
She has a tattoo of a pair of serpents entwined around a hemlock blossom on her shoulder.

She has an occasional twitching in the chest area, a black and blue left eye, an empty left eye socket overgrown with bits of odd shaped flesh.

She is wearing a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a grey gossamer cloak that flows over the shoulders and trails down the back like twilight mist, a crystal king snake tailband, a silver drop earring set in the center with a carved mountain agate, a shoulder satchel, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, a polished abalone shell necklace suspended from a cord of braided seaweed, some beaded-deerskin sandals, a wire and amber pin, a pink Appease rose, a worn golden medallion, a hip belt of delicate silver links dangling with tiny enameled blossoms in a rainbow of colors, an indigo gossamer sarong, a beautiful mask of Peri'el , a draw-string canvas pouch appliqued with dried starfish, a sturdy black backpack, an embossed copper armband and a twisted cambrinth armband.



Ailyssa Golden-Hair, a Human.
She has crystal green eyes, very long thick honey hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.

She has tiny scratches to the neck, deep cuts across the chest area, deep slashes across the abdomen.

She is wearing an emblazoned tower shield, a silvered chain balaclava crested with a rose-tinted copper welkin knight, some silvered chain gauntlets engraved on the cuffs with lutes and wandering rose vines, some gleaming chain, a leather-wrapped wooden sheath, a delicate platinum pin in the form of two hands clasped in friendship, a wren feather pick, a jade ear-stud, some green herringbone socks, a golden-brown yew Faenella emblem suspended from a delicate golden chain, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, some dark green side-laced suede boots with copper trim, a bard blue wicker pannier, a shiny platinum badge in the shape of an unfurled scroll inscribed with the words "Welcome to Elanthia! No, I can't give you any money", a well-worn cerulean blue musician's pouch with tiny gold-stitched glaysker flowers, a delicate graduated pearl necklace with a golden pendant attached, a bright multi-colored cape stitched with the image of a honey-haired Elven Bard playing upon a set of musical bones followed by a group of Elanthian women, a polished bronze ring inset with a carved rosewood wren of Faenella nestled amidst a cluster of tiny emerald leaves, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, an antique platinum ring bearing the Paladin Guild crest and the device of the Custos family, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a smooth carnelian rose, a diamond and platinum locket, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a shiny gold star, a Bardic Spirit Knot hair-clasp, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, a woven grass thigh quiver, a snake charm and an enameled-iron black fox pin with bright amber eyes.



Alexana Cielazure, an Elf.
She has crystal green eyes, long thick honey hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of a white scar in the shape of a spiral horn on her right wrist.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a polished black halo, a fiery-red rhodonite pendant, a garnet red pack, some fine blood-red ruby teardrop earrings, a bloodstone signet ring, a silver gilt hauberk, some black leggings, a warm red wool sweater, some black moccasins, a shimmering dark red cloak, a dark red suede pouch with a banded red hawk feather clasp and a slender silver bracelet set with dark red ruby teardrops.



Alula Winged-one, an Elven Warrior Mage.
He has hazel eyes, short curly brunette hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.

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, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, some severe twitching.

He is holding a glass of dark rum in his right hand.
He is wearing a cambrinth ring, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a blue dagger sheath, some shadowy falconer's gauntlets, a full-sleeved linen shirt, a sturdy backpack, some dark green leggings, a tiny wooden tree pin, some deep blue woolen socks, some golden augmented mail and a S'lai short bow.



Arelin Lothluinel, an Elf.
She has silver eyes, very long curly black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a clear crystal circlet hung with miniature star-shaped diamond bells, a pale opal ear cuff decorated with a tiny diamond snowflake, a flowing deep grey velvet cloak beaded in obsidian crystal, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a platinum wedding band engraved with two lovers reaching for each other, a dusky blue nightweaver-silk handfasting cord studded with carved crystalline stars, a delicate silver anklet hung with tiny mirrors and clear crystal bells and some white watered-silk dancing slippers with twining silk ankle laces.



Arestil d'Kiresan of Zoluren, a Rakash.
He has grey eyes, shoulder length wavy golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a delicate silverwillow lyre embellished with carved mermaids and seashells in his right hand.
He is wearing a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a purple gem pouch, a canvas book bag, a set of thirteen golden bells embellished with leafy silver filigree, some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps, an elegant sky-blue robe of transluscent gauze, a ring braided from silver and bronze wire, a sweeping golden greatcloak trimmed with intricate cerulean blue gypsy knotwork, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain, some silver steel-rimmed spectacles, a sprig of mistletoe, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a tanned la'tami hide book bag clasped with a yellow topaz owl and a diminutive cambrinth mouse.



Arev Darneth, a Prydaen Ranger.
She has cat-slitted hazel eyes, a very long straight golden mane that is loose, and sepia fur.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her shoulder.

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

She is wearing a hunter green silk scarf draped casually around the neck, a swirling deep green gossamer gown patterned with a forest scene, a colorful butterfly barrette, some delicate bronze toe bells, a smoky topaz butterfly bauble, a fur-trimmed silver velvet cloak, a butterfly pendant suspended from a long multi-colored chain, a plain butterfly blossom tailband and a rose gold wedding band shaped like a slumbering lioness.



Tale Singer Auriol D'Pre of Zoluren, a Halfling Bard.
She has hazel eyes, long wavy black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is a tartsnatcher for a Halfling.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a colorful butterfly barrette, a braided ivory silk choker tied with an amethyst grape charm, a low-cut white lace summer dress woven with golden ribbons, a soft white watered silk pouch embroidered with a bouquet of spring blooms, a braided lute-string ring, a silver engagement ring, a navy blue brocade bag, a midnight blue suede instrument case sewn with tiny golden stars, a delicate bracelet formed of gold-dipped rosemary leaves and some hammered gold toe bells.



Bozeman CastleCreek of Elanthia, a Kaldaran Bard.
He has dark eyes, shoulder length thick blue-black hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Kaldar.
He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip.

He has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, faint scuffing to the left eye.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing some pebbled mail gauntlets, a pebbled chain balaclava, a lumpy bundle, a dragon-painted targe, a single white rosebud with a sprig of grape hyacinth, a stamped copper tankard, a roughly-braided leather armband, a sturdy weapon harness, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a heavy gold cloisonne cloak pin with a rocky mountain trail in the moonlight, a soft tan doeskin sack, a small arm pouch with an embroidered strap, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a pair of buffed black leather boots buckled with silver bear claws, a wooden wren trinket, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, a carved obsidian earcuff, a polished granite pinkie ring, a Bardic Spirit Knot ear-stud, an agate engagement ring, a glittering quartz nose stud, a belladonna torque, a dove-grey linen swordsman's shirt, a black leather cloak trimmed in silver, a carved dragon-engraved pick, a pair of jet-black deerskin trousers, a finely Dwarven-crafted gold band with a detailed engraving and inset sunstones, a thick leather backpack embellished with polished blue chain links, a vivid green satin rosette, a cougar-pelt headband, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe and an augmented hauberk.



Caitilin Lyanessa, an Elf.
She has green eyes, very long thick red hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of an emerald-eyed silver dragoness with a flawless white rose in her maw curling sinuously around on her thigh.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a glittering diamond tankard charm, a gold and quartz armband crested with an elaborate inlaid dragon emblem, a simple golden locket, a shimmery green spidersilk garter from which dangle tiny silver dragon charms, a leather badge embellished with brilliant musical notes and tiny jingling bells, a polished copper chrysanthemum on a stem of winding brass, a witch ball, a silver-chased hunting horn, a platinum musical note pin crossed by an enameled gold swag, some silver bracers twisted to resemble sinuous dragons set with deep green emeralds, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a black Elven war cloak embroidered along the cowl with silver and gold symbols, a silver leather headdress with wings that sweep up and back from the face, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, some delicate bronze toe bells, a small black spidersilk thigh bag clasped with a majestic green-eyed platinum dragon, a hip-slung leather spirits and ale pouch stitched with brilliant musical notes, a filigreed gold anklet hung with tiny ovals of carnelian, a golden-brown yew Faenella emblem suspended from a delicate golden chain, a black gauze bodice decorated with graceful dancing gypsies and tiny bells, some elegant black gauze dancing trews lined up the sides with dragon embossed buttons, a soft white leine with scintillating prismatic dragons curling down its billowing sleeves, a cambrinth ring carved into the likeness of a sleek silver dragoness with distinctive green almond-shaped eyes, a platinum wedding ring carved and twisted to resemble a dragon fiercely circling a flawless diamond, a dragon's heart ring, a platinum academy ring set with a flawless emerald and tiny sapphires, some golden dragon earrings, a silver wire dragon earring that curves in a gentle arc, a golden dragon head amulet with emerald green eyes that seem to blink sleepily, a taupe spidersilk haversack studded with platinum beads and platinum musical notes embedded along the edges, a double-wrapped leather sword belt riveted with ruby-eyed wrought silver dragon medallions, a darkened chain balaclava adorned with an iron dragon circlet, some black scale gauntlets with ornamental silvered talons extending from the fingertips, some polished black mail intricately acid-etched with the outline of a majestic dragon, some form-fitting black suede thigh boots embossed with silvery dragons clawing their ways up the sides, a black velvet book embossed with brilliant colored dragons, a Songstress' black leather instrument pack fastened with a dragon clasp and embossed with colorful dancing fae, an Elven-styled ebony longbow gracefully etched with silver dragons with a dark cascade of raven feathers flowing from the grip, a lantholite gwethdesuan and a heavy silver charm bracelet.



Wanderer Cavryn Theiler of Therengia, an Elf.
She has dark eyes, very long thick black hair that is braided, and dark skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of a pure white unicorn kneeling in a bed of clover on her shoulder.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a target shield, some articulated greaves, a pink pearl wedding ring, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates, a red sash, a loose linen shirt, a gold raccoon charm necklace, some side-laced doeskin leggings, some dark green suede boots with rawhide laces, an ebony journey pack, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a forester's crossbow and a sling.



Danner is totally enveloped in a dark cloak, concealing all but his empty hands.



Elennah Naranja, an Elothean Cleric.
She has silver eyes, very long straight blue-black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a buffed platinum badge that states, "Ask me about my God!", a soft black suede haversack, a richly trimmed black velvet devotional pouch on a silver silk cord, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a silver-handled black leather bullwhip etched with the image of a wolf, some blood-red ruby prayer beads strung on a chain of pure silver, some billowing silvery silk trousers, some fine spidersilk slippers adorned with round silver bells, a necklace with a silver eternity knot dangling from the chain, a platinum wedding band set with dozens of tiny rubies and a gauzy silk bodice adorned with a chain of silver bells.



Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard.
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 head, tiny scratches to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, some faint scars along the left arm, cuts and bruises about the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, some faint scars along the left leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, cuts and bruises about the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back.

She is wearing a golden-brown yew Faenella emblem suspended from a delicate golden chain, some thin-soled velvet slippers with spiraling straps, some mail gloves, a leather sheath, a gleaming chain balaclava, a golden filigree devotional ring set with a sunstone carved into the shape of a singing wren, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, an engraved silver bracelet portraying a musical staff sprinkled with notes, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a belt of heavy beaten gold medallions etched with a sunburst design and linked with tiny brass bells, a Bardic Spirit Knot hair-clasp, a diamond band, a filmy skirt of black gauze over crimson silk set along the hem with tiny beaten gold disks, a gauzy silk bodice adorned with a chain of silver bells, a crimson silk pouch adorned with a crystal charm depicting Faenella's wren carrying a rose in its beak, a rough-cut jade amulet hung from a silver cord, a carved pick, a gleaming silver rose, a long-sleeved gold silk shirt, a soft gold suede garter with a ruby phoenix buckle, a belled anklet, some hammered gold toe bells, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, some scale greaves, some ring mail, an embossed quiver, a green and gold brocade sack, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, an ivory-inlaid composite bow and a crimson dragon-painted shield.



Taleweaver Faersong Trevalia of Elanthia, an Elven Bard.
She has violet eyes, shoulder length wavy honey hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has some faint scars along the head, faint scuffing to the neck, cuts and bruises about the right arm, cuts and bruises about the left arm, cuts and bruises about the right leg, cuts and bruises about the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, tiny scratches to the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest, an occasional twitching in the chest area, minor swelling and bruising in the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, some faint scars along the right eye, some faint scars along the left eye.

She is wearing an emerald engagement ring, a dainty columbine wristlet, a pair of emerald earrings, some supple hunting leathers, a lacquered ebony pick, an obsidian Inkhorne bauble, a rose quartz harvester bauble, a delicate silver rose ring, a copper wren charm on a braided ivory white silk chain, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a black silk sash, some black silk stockings, a copper wren trinket, a carved beryl Songsmith bauble, an embroidered cook's apron, a twisted brass charm bracelet, a wooden Elf trinket, a beaten copper earring, a brass heron trinket, a shimmering golden cloak, a copper nightingale trinket, a pewter syrinx necklace, a silver-inlaid tankard, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a cheery azure cracker bag, a tin chicken trinket, a carved obsidian earcuff, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a gossamer shirt, some tawny golden poloh'izh hide boots with bronze wren clasps, an oval shield, a multi-layered black and gold silk gauze skirt, a golden-hued songbook satchel, a midnight blue suede instrument case sewn with tiny golden stars and a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat.



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

She is wearing a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lumpy bundle, a lightweight chainmail robe fashioned from deeply hued rings, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a pair of fitted suede leggings with crystal beading on the pockets, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a silvery calf-hide moneybelt embroidered in gold thread, some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles, a platinum cloak pin in the shape of a lyre, a cerulean blue scabbard, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, a cheery azure cookie bag, a golden libation caddy with an embroidered flap, a small linen sack embroidered with comical chickens, a cerulean blue lute case embellished with elaborate gold embroidery, a white swordsman's shirt with flowing sleeves and long tapered cuffs, some hip length white calfshide boots, a carved pick, some calla lily earrings with pearl accents, an antique gold engagement ring set with a heart-shaped alexandrite of shifting hue, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a tin boobrie trinket, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a cerulean blue pouch, some indigo herringbone socks, a gold-banded lapis lazuli locket, an onyx-inlaid light crossbow, a waermodi gwethdesuan and a lasmodi gwethdesuan.



Gwenhwyvar Waterspout of Elanthia, a Prydaen Bard.
She has cat-slitted jade eyes, a shoulder length straight dark brown mane that is loose, and white fur with grey points and silver marbling.
She is young for a Prydaen.

She has some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, some faint scars along the chest, some faint scars along the right eye.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a bottle of Prydaen bloodwine in her right hand.
She is wearing a jackal-tooth wristband, a fang-tipped iron torque, some black leather leggings, a sturdy black backpack, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a bronze dragon pin, a white rose, a black leather sheath, a black gem pouch, a black small silk case, an embossed quiver, some leather greaves, a cured leather coat, a bronze armband and a ebony longbow.



Heston Falconsong, an Elothean.
She has crystal blue eyes, short straight auburn hair that is braided, 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 in good shape.

She is wearing a jaunty heron-feathered cap, a heavy black greatcoat, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a fine grey lambswool scarf dashingly wrapped around the neck, a dashing linen pirate's shirt that hangs open in the front, a tight black high-necked sweater, a somber black haversack, a blue sapphire eyebrow ring with blackened heron feathers dangling to the side, a blackened steel locket, some tightly-fitted storm grey doeskin breeches stitched in a contrasting black thread and some golden viper-skin boots embroidered with rampant black dragons.



Taleweaver Isembard Isimbard, a Human Bard.
He has ale-brown eyes, shoulder length straight golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a bushy, drooping mustache on his upper lip and a long fuzzy beard.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a bottle of light porter in his right hand.
He is wearing a long-sleeved purple silk shirt, a walnut longbow, a golden suede haversack, some pale gold trousers, a short hunting spear, a lavender blue ear-stud, a sailcloth vest trimmed with whalebone beads and gull feathers, a carved wren-engraved pick, a lantholite gwethdesuan, some ash grey leathers, a leather mask and some tasseled leather gloves.



Jaggonrazor Cladington of Elanthia, a Human.
He has crystal green eyes, long fine silver hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a dark blue and green cloak which seems to shift colors like the sea, a dark silver cloak pin inset with a glossy cerulean glass tankard, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a blue rose, a royal blue damask doublet edged with gold piping along the shark-tooth hem, some black velvet trousers, a black leather sheath banded with wrought silver, a silver-inlaid tankard, a silver catkin chain, a sapphire wren amulet, a lapis lazuli torque, an indakar wren charm, a brass silverfish trinket, a ruby teardrop earring, a ruby signet ring, a polished bronze ring inset with a carved rosewood wren of Faenella nestled amidst a cluster of tiny emerald leaves, a narrow bronze ring, some azure hunting leathers, a royal blue journey pack and some polished black leather shoes.



Jatrius Kantram, a S'Kra Mur.
He has slitted crystal blue eyes and green-grey scales.
He is in his prime for a S'Kra Mur.

He has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, minor swelling and bruising around the left hand, an occasional twitching in the left hand, cuts and bruises about the chest area, minor swelling and bruising in the abdomen, tiny scratches to the back, some faint scars along the left eye.

He is wearing a snowbeast-pelt journeypack, a ebony longbow, a twisted cambrinth armband, some leathers, a wide leather war belt riveted with decorative beaten bronze disks, a leather waterskin, some buckskin boots, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger's guild, a thigh quiver, a milky opal Forester bauble, some worked deerskin breeches, a black cloak, a claymore sheath, an archer's snowbeast-pelt bracer, a well-made snowbeast-pelt sack, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, an otterskin duffel bag, a heavy silver charm bracelet, a black seaglass bead necklace, a leather hooded cobra mask and some falconer's gauntlets.



GameMaster Khatentar Palomares, a Rather Curious Fellow.
He has almond-shaped eyes with gleaming gold pupils, short thick crimson hair, and a light coffee tan.
He seems to be well caffeinated.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a mug of mocha coffee in his right hand.
He is wearing a really neat Bard title, a rugged leather pack clasped with a sterling silver glaysker blossom, a silvery pouch embroidered with frolicking black marnets, some silky black pajama bottoms with thin grey stripes, a wrinkled grey tunic that looks like it was stolen right off a newbie's back, a clue, a ferocious Tart launcher and a thick black studded-leather collar with bold red letters that spell: "MENTOR SLAVE".



Theurgist Lathaliu Ewoenyn, an Elothean Cleric.
She has crystal green eyes, long fine white hair that is braided, and fair skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a wild red rose, a vibrant pink bellflower, a black leather carving case secured with a spherical jade clasp, a pilgrim's badge, a polished chain balaclava, some silver steel-rimmed spectacles, a silver gilt hauberk, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a heavy grey baladrana with silver embroidery trim, some fringed leather sandals, some turquoise prayer beads with a leaping dolphin-shaped jade charm, a heavy silver charm bracelet, a snow white wreath, a carved onyx dragonfly bauble, a fringed prayer shawl, some finely embroidered ivory clerical robes, some glittering snowflake filigree earrings, a soft white linen sack clasped with a carved lapis lazuli albatross, a mist grey arm pouch, a set of thirteen slender crystalline chimes inset with filigreed silver animal charms, a belled anklet, an anklet made of interlocked black opal scorpions, a hip belt of delicate silver links dangling with tiny enameled blossoms in a rainbow of colors, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a frosty lazurite ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, a pristine white silk rosette the color of an unshadowed snowfield, a smokey black satin ribbon, a white velvet ribbon, a sprig of mistletoe, an intricate stained glass torque depicting a dolphin darting through a blue-green seascape, a silver kathla of nine delicately carved turquoise plates depicting events surrounding the life of Eluned, a dove-grey gossamer skirt, a worn leather book bag bearing the crest of the Asemath Academy, a sandalwood parchment case engraved with the great balance superimposed over the symbol of the Cleric's Guild, a small strap-worn rosewood writing desk, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a pale silver prayer bead chain, some mail gloves, a black agate ring inset with a cambrinth shark, an onyx ring inset with a cambrinth scorpion, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and a cambrinth armband carved into the shape of interlocked leaping dolphins.



Lluna Solarchild of Therengia, a Human.
She has crystal blue eyes, long wavy silver hair that is braided, and fair skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.

She has some faint scars along the neck, some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the right leg, minor swelling and bruising around the left leg, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, some faint scars along the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a small black velvet pouch trimmed with scarlet satin, a pure white velvet garter with silver buckles, a silver-edged scabbard, a dead rosebud, some soft black ankle-boots, some shell-pink woolen socks, some black oxhide pants with golden stripes, a red sash, a silky white blouse, a shell-pink knapsack, a misty-blue haversack, a pink pearl wedding ring, a black crystal choker accented with dyed black gryphon feathers, some crimson steel-rimmed spectacles, a polished black armor, some bronze spike-knuckled gauntlets and a dwarven great helm.



Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling.
You have blue eyes, short wavy black hair that is tousled, and tanned skin.
You are clean shaven.

You have cuts and bruises about the head.

You are wearing an all-purpose leaf-patterned survival belt, some hunting leathers, a willow backpack, a leather weapon harness, a crocodile-skin quiver, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Orrash Dalmurth, a Rakash.
He has milky white eyes, long thick white hair that is braided, and pale skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He has a thick, evenly trimmed full mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a thick beard twisted into three long braids.

He has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the chest.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a wolfhead walking stick in his right hand.
He is wearing a shimmering black watersilk vest, a supple doeskin cloak clasped with a snarling Rakash pin, a cream and brown tartan kilt clasped with an exotic white-gold pin, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a leather-wrapped wooden sheath, an eyepatch, a braided horsehair bracelet, a knotted thread wristlet strung with carved bone beads, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, an ivory centaur armband, a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps, a steel-studded weapons belt and an azure belted leather baldric fitted with a burnished silver crescent moon buckle.



Phinnegan O'Phahey, a Halfling.
He has crystal blue eyes, cropped strawberry hair, and rosy skin.
He is a tartsnatcher for a Halfling.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a leather jerkin, a star-shaped silver ring engraved with the emblem of the Celestial Compact, a dusty rose coral ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a burgundy journey pack, a burgundy wrist purse, a long pouch, a Nisha short bow, some leather archer gloves, a black cloak, some mini leather legguards, some mini leather vambraces and a tanned leather helm.



Minstrel Ravenstorme Flyre, a Human Bard.
He has dark eyes, long straight black hair that is loose, and copper skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has some light stubble on his face.

He has faint scuffing to the right arm, some faint scars along the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, tiny scratches to the abdomen.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a glass of dark rum in his right hand.
He is wearing a polished granite pinkie ring, a simple silver bracer, a black leather sheath, some midnight black boots, a black cloak, some purple breeches sewn with violet ribbon down the outer seams, a feathered charm, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, a small black velvet pouch trimmed with scarlet satin, an opal raven pendant, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a soft gem pouch, some chain, a chain balaclava, some black gauntlets, a ebony longbow and a black wooden shield.



Rayth Blackmoore of Elanthia, a Human.
He has blue eyes, long straight black hair that is loose, and pale skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He has a tattoo of faint blue bite marks on his right wrist.

He has some faint scars along the head, faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the right eye, some faint scars along the left eye.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flask of Glythtide's Favor in his right hand.
He is wearing some dashing sable leather thigh boots with wide cuffs, a pair of supple grey suede gloves with fine silver stitching, a storm-grey brocade doublet laced at the wrists and across the chest with silvery silk ties, a black leather sheath banded with wrought silver, a sword belt made of interlocking wrought silver plates, a dark polished leather pack, a decorously draped black damask oval cloak fastened at the shoulders by a pair of chained silver brooches and some black silk hose.



GameMaster Rinae La'r, an Elf.
She has grey eyes, long wavy brunette hair that is loose, and fair skin.
Rinae has transcended time.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a seafoam silver watersilk pouch clasped with a tiny swirled seashell, a silk pouch, a dragon's heart ring, a merchant bag, a black crushed velvet hat banded with rose embroidered satin, a host sack, a black velvet skirt belted with a broad band of crimson satin, some ankle laced black leather shoes, a small black velvet satchel, a white silk chemise trimmed in fragile lace and some fitted earplugs.



Bard Roxana Bloodlan, a Human.
She has crystal blue eyes, very long wavy blue-black hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.

She has tiny scratches to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a silver-studded black leather coat, a silvery rose, a wooden albatross trinket, a brass bear trinket, a tin Kaldar trinket, a Bardic Spirit Knot hair-clasp, an indigo gem pouch, a dainty nightshade wristlet, some fitted black wolfskin trousers, a tin Commoner trinket, an azure watersilk tabard stitched in metallic silver thread with a circle of sharks over twin crossed harpoons, a weathered sheath inlaid with troll bone, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a silvery satin ribbon, an etched Bard crest pin, an azure silk leine, some reinforced greaves, an ivory spidersilk garter edged in Elven lace and tiny seed pearls, a pair of emerald earrings, a zengalmi bullwhip charm, a silver catkin chain, a black leather bullwhip, some hobnail boots, a scalloped golden chain anklet with dangling golden acorns, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a finely Dwarven-crafted gold band with a detailed engraving and inset moonstones, a copper signet ring, an agate engagement ring, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, an iridescent sharkskin haversack, a Bardic Soul Knot pendant, a deep azure velvet garter trimmed with tiny seed pearls, a polished acorn pendant and a heavily studded targe.



Sanido Deserk, a Kaldaran Bard.
He has black eyes, long thick golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Kaldar.
He has a thin sparse mustache on his upper lip and a thin patchy beard.

He has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a bottle of Sand Spit Rum in his left hand.
He is wearing a light crossbow, a target shield, a simple cotton shirt, a lumpy bundle, some leather vambraces, some leather greaves, a leather jerkin, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some maroon jack boots, a leather sheath, some drab leather breeches, a sturdy backpack, a leather forage sack, a green gem pouch, a wine red mask and some reinforced gloves.



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 has a tattoo of a wild black horse galloping among some sea grass on her shoulder.

She has faint scuffing to the chest, tiny scratches to the abdomen.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild in her right hand.
She is wearing some soft black leathers, a reinforced applewood crossbow, a platinum and onyx ring shaped like a panther playing with a cambrinth globe, an indigo linen alchemy bag clasped with a silver nightingale, a soft black cloak, a tasseled leather waterskin, a dusty rose pack, a polished mahogany double-stringed crossbow with a gleaming animite boltplate and a dark gem pouch.



Sunhammer Gloryfist of Elanthia, a Human.
He has one crystal green eye and one crystal blue eye, shoulder length wavy golden 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.

He has faint scuffing to the left arm.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a finely-crafted suit of field armor lined with soft lambswool, some silvered gauntlets lined with soft sheepskin, a pale green scarf, a narrow gold wedding band shaped into an intricate true lover's knot, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a crude sluagh-hide eyepatch, an ash grey bandana, a hip pouch, a dark green surcoat emblazoned with a golden gryphon, a heart-shaped pin, a tiny wooden tree pin, a tiny wooden tree pin, a small fur-trimmed sheath, a double-wrapped leather sword belt stamped and painted with proud golden lions, a tailored black silk shirt with silver cufflinks, a pair of calf-high adan'f scale boots with bronzed rowel spurs, some soft midnight blue cotton pants with silver embroidery along the seams, a copper wolverine armband, a copper brown harness, a beaten iron ring, a carved wooden amulet, a sturdy blue backpack, some soft green woolen socks trimmed in gold embroidery, a verdant green herb pouch appliqued with silken leaves and clasped with a golden cow charm, a polished sallet with an enameled steel neckguard, a silver-inlaid tankard and a heavy ironwood standard crowned with a bronze lion's head and bearing an embroidered flowing silk banner.



Bard Taigue Ruarai, a Prydaen.
He has cat-slitted hazel eyes, a long thick golden brown mane that is loose, and sandy fur and brown stripes.
He is young for a Prydaen.

He has faint scuffing to the neck, tiny scratches to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, tiny scratches to the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area compounded by cuts and bruises about the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye.

He is wearing a wide-brimmed brown hat, a pair of brown leather gloves, a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps, some soft tan leather boots, some tailored nut brown breeches with golden piping along the seams, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a hip pouch, a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with a tiny silver keg, a weathered sheath inlaid with troll bone, a gauzy white cotton shirt intricately stitched with nutmeg brown nightingales, a long leather coat marred by burns and badly patched holes, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a deep-blue leather drum pouch painted with tiny singing wrens, an elegant tapestry case knotted with silken tassels, an ironwood staff surmounted by a sculpted ebony raven, some brushed silver spectacles with oval-shaped amber lenses and some sinuous armor.



Beast Tajarra MuneD'ncer of Elanthia, a Rakash Barbarian.
She has one grey eye and one blue eye, long thick silver hair that is braided, and pale skin.
She is young for a Rakash.

She has minor scars across the left eye.

She is holding a goblet of gypsy misthaze in her right hand.
She is wearing a pure white close-fitting shirt, a charcoal and purple plaid kilt, some purple knee socks, some black shoes, a medium shield, a black thigh pouch, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a silver leather sheath, a troll-skin sack, a twisted silver barrette, a wooden Rakash trinket, some royal blue weepers, a rusty tin lunch pail with a mismatched steel handle, a composite bow and a somber black pack.



Guard Talomanes Indurian, a Human Paladin.
He has crystal green eyes, shoulder length wavy golden hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a short scruffy mustache on his upper lip and some light stubble.

He has faint scuffing to the right arm, minor swelling and bruising around the left arm compounded by cuts and bruises about the left arm, cuts and bruises about the left leg, cuts and bruises about the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, tiny scratches to the abdomen.

He is wearing a dwarven great helm, a pair of bronze gauntlets, some highly polished silvery plate embossed with a vivid dragon, a battered leather pack, some steel-rimmed spectacles, a platinum ox medallion, a heavy S'lai crossbow, a finely-tooled short quiver, an embossed greatsword sheath, a heavily studded targe, a black silk tabard embroidered with silver-thread musical notes along the edges, a leather sheath, a small fur-trimmed sheath, a mist grey foraging apron, a golden frog pin, a pair of black boots, a white wool kilt, a dainty gold satin rosette and a black thigh pouch.



Taleweaver Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard.
She has crystal green eyes, shoulder length straight platinum hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a crossbow crafted from fine Katamba-black wood that has been carved to suggest the shapes of long bones, a blackened chainmail robe edged with silver filigree links, a black spidersilk backpack, a dark silver cloak pin inset with a glossy cerulean glass tankard, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a soft gem pouch, a tall pewter tankard, a golden panther armband, a black suede garter with narrow silver buckles, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a scalloped golden chain anklet with dangling golden acorns, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, some dangling golden earrings shaped like clusters of tiny acorns, a gold pin in the shape of crossed flutes, a silver cloak pin embellished with a fire agate, a silver knot earring set in the center with a fire agate, a silver knot bracelet adorned with a fire agate, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a delicate gold necklace with a small lute charm, a carved silver pick, a high-necked black silk tunic with silver piping, some billowing silvery silk trousers, some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan and a lantholite gwethdesuan.



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 in good shape.

She is wearing a braided ivory ring bearing the crest of the Bard's Guild, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, a green faience necklace, a circular pendant crafted from two layers of carved glass, a slender gold bracelet made from interlocking albatross-shaped charms, some chain, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a silvery snakeskin scabbard, a scarlet pouch stitched in jeweled hues depicting a wren flying over a wooded inlet, a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with a tiny silver keg, a canvas book bag, a set of thirteen fluted silver chimes embellished with elegant golden filigree, a silver flute case, a teal silk cloak clasped at the throat with two golden leaping dolphins, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, some seafoam leather boots with dolphin-shaped jade charms, a pair of fitted suede leggings with crystal beading on the pockets, a sea green spidersilk garter with turquoise and carnelion beadwork, a sea-blue suede bodice with mermaid-shaped emerald clasps, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers and a blue gem pouch.

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