Donalisa Concert, 3/13/2004, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 375 years, 189 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Iron Toad.
It is currently summer and it is mid-morning.
You feel somewhat certain it's somewhere about the Anlas of Hodierna's Blessing.

The sky above is a bright blue, and free of clouds.

[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 or glance out the window. A sign is posted prominently next to the archway. You also see a polished wooden bar with some stuff on it, a wooden menuboard, an open doorway, and some wooden stairs.

Guest List

Tale Singer Donalisa DeLondra of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen Bard

Battle Empath Anlise LightShadow of the Zoluren Infantry, an Elothean
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard
War Priestess Dulcinie vonPfeffers of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human
Fazehund Misond, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Father Gridaksma Wavengam, an Elf
Iala Taisal, an Elf
Dancer Katrinai Dainaan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elf
Milaine Sa'itharan, an Elf
Motarra Iidoon of the Therengia Infantry, an Elothean
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
Battle Empath Redox Expat of Zoluren, a Human Empath
Herald Roboson Cateater of the Zoluren Infantry, a Human
Guildleader Silvyrfrost Emiliax, an Elf
Sister Taffei Snarf'ntart, a Halfling Cleric
Storyteller Talorai of Elanthia, an Elven Bard

Set List

"Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live"
Dainty Toe Bells
The Fest
The Cellar
You and Me Forever Because That Is What They Want and I'm Too Tired To Argue About It Right Now
"...mother's hug"
Hands
Roxana Bloodlan
Black Roses For Milene
The Lad
The Lost Maiden

Encore:

"quick silly one"
The Mirror

Concert

Daerlynn says, "Hello..."
Daerlynn exclaims, "This is a light turnout!"
[ed. note: The main auction of the Theren Fest of 2004 is going on at the same time...]
Donalisa nods to Daerlynn.
Donalisa says, "no one likes me except you guys"

Gridaksma says, "ye need to write more songs about people so they HAVE to show up"
Donalisa laughs at Gridaksma.
Donalisa says, "I only write songs about people who will sleep with me or scare me"
Donalisa ducks her head.
Donalisa grins.
Gridaksma asks, "which catagory do I fall under?"
Gridaksma whistles a merry tune.
Donalisa says, "scary"
Donalisa nods to Gridaksma.
Gridaksma begins pouting.
Donalisa chuckles at Gridaksma.

Daerlynn exclaims, "That's the problem... the fest!"
Daerlynn says, "Not you."
Daerlynn gives Donalisa a gentle poke in the ribs.
Donalisa chuckles at Daerlynn.

Guildleader Silvyrfrost just arrived.
Donalisa curtsies to Silvyrfrost.
Taffei blinks.
Taffei glances at Silvyrfrost.
Taffei gulps.
Gridaksma offers Silvyrfrost a snifter of applejack brandy.
Daerlynn smiles at Silvyrfrost.
Silvyrfrost accepts Gridaksma's applejack brandy.
Taffei quietly says, "Silvyrfrost is here."
Taffei gulps.
Donalisa nods.
Silvyrfrost chuckles at Taffei.
Taffei blushes a bright red color.
Donalisa inhales a great swallow of air.
Donalisa slowly empties her lungs.
Donalisa says, "alright, now, tension just went up"
Anlise exclaims, "You'll be fine!"
Anlise praises Donalisa.
Donalisa grins.
Donalisa exclaims, "Thanks!"

Gridaksma says to Donalisa, "don't worry about her, I'll distract her"
Gridaksma flirts with Silvyrfrost. Silvyrfrost smiles demurely, giving Gridaksma her full attention.
Donalisa laughs at Gridaksma.
Silvyrfrost glances at Gridaksma.
Silvyrfrost rolls her eyes.
Gridaksma takes a seat near Silvyrfrost.
Gridaksma just edged a little closer to the Void!

Daerlynn recites:

"Thank you all for coming!"

Daerlynn beams!

Daerlynn recites:

"We have a wonderful concert tonight!"

Daerlynn says, "Probably the only one ever that I can probably expect a touch of the macabre."
Daerlynn hums to herself.
Daerlynn grins at Donalisa.

Donalisa casually observes the area.
Donalisa scratches one ear, looking bemused.
Donalisa smiles innocently.

Daerlynn recites:

"So without further ado, the darkness of Donalisa!"

Donalisa curtsies.



Donalisa says, "Thanks for coming this eve"
Donalisa purrs.

Donalisa says, "my first song is dedicated to a really nice person"
Donalisa coughs.

Donalisa hopelessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So many are dragging me down
     To the depths of my misery
     But do I want to die?
     But do I want to die? "

Donalisa emphatically sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live
     Yes, I was getting better but then
     Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live."

Donalisa glances at Gridaksma.

Donalisa hopelessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Because of fears I feel this way
     With the black aura of misery
     But do I want to die?
     But do I want to die?"

Gridaksma snorts, loudly.
Donalisa gulps.

Donalisa emphatically sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live
     Yes, I was getting better but then
     Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live."

Donalisa hopelessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Rot the flesh from my bones
     Grind me in dark defeat
     But do I want to die?
     But do I want to die?"

Donalisa fidgets nervously.

Donalisa emphatically sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live
     Yes, I was getting better but then
     Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live."

Donalisa hopelessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Maledictions are doing
     Their best to impale my soul
     But do I want to die?
     But do I want to die?"

Donalisa emphatically sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live
     Yes, I like to whine, but
     Oh Gods, Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live
     I really was getting better but then
     Gridaksma Broke My Will to Live."

Donalisa curtsies.
Gridaksma lets out a hearty cheer for Donalisa!



Donalisa says, "this next one I sang recently in Lang for a contest"

Donalisa says, "It's a story and song"
Donalisa smiles.

Donalisa gets some polished toe bells with multi-colored enameled jester diamonds from inside her fiery scarlet haversack.
Donalisa kneels down.
Donalisa puts on some polished toe bells with multi-colored enameled jester diamonds.
Donalisa stands up.

Donalisa recites:

"In the deep deserts, it is said that people live a life that can be cruel and harsh. Close your eyes and listen to the susurrant sounds of the sand as it forms waves almost suspended in time like a vast golden sea. "

Donalisa recites:

"The deep ripples are broken this Katamba-moon night by a standing figure poised gracefully in front of a small campfire. Sitting cross-legged upon a finely woven mat, is a man who looks well pleased with himself."

Donalisa recites:

"If you're very quiet, you can hear the light tones of silver bells being carried gently on the cooling desert winds."

Toe bells jangling rhythmically, Donalisa stamps her feet in a light shimmer of sound.
Toe bells jangling rhythmically, Donalisa stamps her feet in a light shimmer of sound.

Donalisa recites:

"I've titled my song, Dainty Toe Bells."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Shlingggg shlink tinka t-tink
     Zinggg sinka tinka t-ting!"

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "With lissome movements, setting toe bells jingling
     Gossamer veils caressed her skin
     Vanilla scents from orchids were wafting
     As she defiantly lifted her chin."

Donalisa recites:

"Now this made the man, who was watching, very angry. He had bought this dancing slave with the understanding she would dance on command and be docile. He had little time or the patience to put up with rebellion."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Faster and faster, she twirled and lept
     Her arms spread wide to the star strewn sky
     Her lovely blue eyes were hard with hate
     She was much too proud to cry."

Donalisa recites:

"The man thoughtfully stroked his chin as she continued to dance. He would either break her or kill her. Whichever came first, made no difference to him. Yes, she was talented and pretty, but another could be bought just as easily."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her skin was kissed with dewy sweat
     Her breath rasped harder, harder
     Her legs were blurs of pale silks
     As with her soul she'd barter."

Donalisa recites:

"He gazed at her thoughtfully as he tried to figure out what she was up to. He sensed a small flicker of a triumphrunt smile, so briefly, on her lips."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her back arched further than any living back should
     With one last spin as her silver toe bells jingled
     With a loud forboding snap, it broke like wood
     And her cry of death with her tears of joy, mingled."

Donalisa recites:

"The man sat there for a long time in shock. How was this possible? He was more upset that he had had no control over her death than the death itself. With rage suffusing his every fiber, he took out his dagger and cut off each silver belled toe off her feet. He walked away, leaving her broken body where it fell, and tossed the bloody toes onto the sand."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Years of wind-blown sand did scour
     Dainty toes that wore bells on demand
     Soon nothing remained of flesh or bones
     Only silver bells gleaming on the golden sand."

Donalisa recites:

"The desert sands seemed to always blow off of the pretty toe bells. It was as if the sand was trying to avoid even touching the bells more than it had to. They glowed eerily red in the dark of the night."

Donalisa enigmatically sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A gnarled old nomad, tired and bent
     Found the toe bells a-glitter, alone on the sand
     His joy at the treasure brought joy to his heart
     As he turned them over and over in his wrinkled old hand."

Donalisa recites:

"The old man was dressed poorly and one could tell that though he was honest, this found treasure was like a prayer answered. He had been worried that he had no money to buy his only grandchild a wedding gift, and this had saddened him. His face had lit up with joy as he carefully tucked the bells in his sack."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A lovely gift to give to his granddaughter
     Was the thought that entered his mind
     She was soon to be married and he had little money
     So, these toebells should do her just fine."

Donalisa recites:

"On the day of the wedding, he gifted the toebells. And his granddaughter wept tears of joy. She slid them onto her toes that night. Then danced for her wealthy new husband, and danced, and danced, and danced................."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Shlingggg shlink tinka t-tink
     Zinggg sink tinka t-ting!"

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "With eyes wide with terror
     She danced all that night
     Her body shook with exhaustion
     Her face was a mask of pure fright."

Donalisa recites:

"Her husband, lying upon the expensive wedding pillows on the floor of their luxurious tent, watched his beautiful bride's dancing become wild with strange passions. "

Donalisa helplessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her husband, at first, was delighted
     Then realized she couldn't stop her dance
     He tried to grasp her twirling legs
     But his hands fell upon the bells, instead, by chance."

Donalisa recites:

"As his fingers met with the silver toe bells, his young bride stopped suddenly and dropped into a heap at his feet. The red glow of the bells brightened and seemed to flow up his hand till it reached his chest. His eyes widened with surprise as he felt his heart flutter. He died with staring eyes and a grimace of wrenching pain on his lips."

Donalisa hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The tired young widow was crying
     As the dawn's light flowed over the ground
     The bells' seemed to whisper, softly
      What comes around
      
     Goes around, and around, and around."

Donalisa smiles as she raises her chin a little defiantly. Then seems to look straight into your eyes, her own eyes catching the light in just a way, that her pupils seem to glisten red instead of black.

Donalisa recites:

"The young woman slowly removed the toe bells as she gazed at the dead man. A small wicked smile curved the corner of her lips."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "With one last glance at the dead man
     The young face slowly returned to its norm
     There was now, no face of the dead slave girl
     Only the sad weeping widowed bride's form.
       A weeping blue-eyed widow's form....."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Shlingggg shlink tinkaaaa t-tink
     Zinggg sinkaaa tinka t-ting
     Slith zinth thintaaa thint....nnnnth...ah."

Donalisa takes off some polished toe bells with multi-colored enameled jester diamonds.
Donalisa puts her bells in her mesh backpack.
Donalisa says, "cursed bells..."
Donalisa smiles.
Donalisa curtsies.



Donalisa asks, "nice fest going on, huh?"
Donalisa grins.
Donalisa says, "fests are fun"
Donalisa nods.

Donalisa recites:

"This is a song inspired by something Roxana Bloodlan once said to me. I've titled this song, The Fest. "

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud
     Tih-Chee, Tih-Chee, Tih-Chee
     Buh-Bump, Buh-Bump, Buh-Bump
     Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock
     Ding-Ding, Ding-Ding, Ding-Ding"

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A tall mime with face painted white
     Gripped tightly, a sign like a large sphere
     It proclaimed to all who could read
     That a fest ship was docked at the pier
     Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock
     It was docked at the pier."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The ship was a dull black behemoth
     That seemed to absorb the light of day
     It was festooned with bright banners
     Proclaiming great things on display
     Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud
     Great things were on display."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Lovely fest this should be!" villagers claimed
     As their eyes beheld glittering jewels
     For the gems were passed to all boarding
     Handed to them by mimes dressed like fools
     Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud
     Dressed like motley fools."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Racks and tables held lovely attire
     Each one unique and desirable to wear
     And none of them were too expensive
     Though each was lovely beyond compare
     Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud
     Grand beyond compare."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Beasts of every kind were in gilded cages
     They paced silently behind their bars
     Their eyes shone with fevered longings
     Their bodies showed faint whipping scars
     Tih-Chee, Tih-Chee, Tih-Chee
     Crisscrossed whipping scars."

Donalisa fingers her bullwhip as her eyes take on a daring look!

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Tables were ladened with dishes, exotic
     Wafting from many deck scattered tents
     It made the fest goers so very hungry
     Enticing appetites with their scents
     Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock
     Such appetizing scents. "

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "All the crew and clerks were silent
     Each one was dressed as a mime
     Their bodies capered and pranced
     When the ship's bells started to chime
     Ding-Ding, Ding-Ding, Ding-Ding
     The ship's bells did chime."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The town was left quickly far behind
     As the ship sped from the pier
     The people could not leave the ship
     And could not scream out their fear
     Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud, Thu-Thud
     Their hearts were filled with fear."

Donalisa hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A ship, black as a starless night
     A vision like unto a floating fort
     It rides with no disturbing wake
     It quietly slips into port
     It quietly slips into port
     It quietly slips into another port...."

Donalisa curtsies.
Donalisa smiles.
Donalisa exclaims, "Thanks!"
Donalisa purrs deeply, her eyes drooping partially shut.



Donalisa says, "now.."
Donalisa says, "on a lighter note.."
Donalisa chuckles.
Donalisa says, "kind of, anyways"

Donalisa recites:

"Treasure and fame have their draws...I titled this song, The Cellar."

Donalisa recites:

    "There's great treasure to be found, but
     Don't go in the cellar
     Don't go in after dark
     Down there is a dweller
     Whose bite is worse than its bark."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The lad was itching for adventure. He wanted riches and fame galore
     He was not a finger waggler. He was use to blood and gore
     He trained his body greatly. His arms could lift a horse
     His mind never dwelt on failure, as he won with weapons of force."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He never shirked from battle. Confidence was in his stride
     His eyes were clear of guile and they shined with inner pride
     The fire within him burned brightly. He depended on his skill and might
     He carried no magic inside him. He never needed it to win a fight."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Battle fury that pooled within him, could be called upon with ease
     No foe could stand against him, only their death could then appease
     The afternoon sun was waning, as he gathered his many weapons to go
     He filled his lantern with oil and made sure everything was just so."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He entered the dim drear cellar with his weapons of sharpened steel
     No fear or other worries had he, only the taste of battle did he feel
     A soft clanking was heard in the dark. The smell of damp mold was in the air
     A female of great beauty could be dimly seen, chained in this dreary lair."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He had heard no tales of a damsel. His eyes grew in wonder at the sight
     She looked so fragile and helpless, he had to rescue her from her plight
     He set his lantern down carefully and saw her flinch from the steady light
     He smiled reassuringly at her and gently talked to ease her fright."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I'll set you free from these chains. No harm will come to you from me"
     "I came here to destroy a monster, but then, I'll help you flee."
     She looked away in much distress as tears slid quietly down her face
     Her beauty was so breathtaking, that it made the warrior's heart race."

Donalisa recites:

    "There's great treasure to be found, but
     Don't go in the cellar
     Don't go in after dark
     Down there is a dweller
     Whose bite is worse than its bark."

Donalisa nods.

Donalisa regretfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The warrior searched every nook and cranny and never found his foe
     He turned back to the damsel to tell her that it was time to go
     But instead of a beautiful maiden, chained down in this dreary place
     He saw a giant black widow spider, and of the maiden, not a trace."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He saw the empty chains lying on the cold stone floor
     And bits of hair and bones mixed with a lot of dried up gore
     He then noticed dusty weapons piled in that same corner
     Amongst gems and coins of dokora, lirum, and kronar."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The spider hissed and waved its hairy forelegs in a blur
     "You foolish warrior. You wanted wealth more than her"
     The warrior looked straight into her many eyes and replied
     "No, that's not true, it is your life I can't abide."

Donalisa matter-of-factly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "For I am a simple warrior, dedicated and true to my credo"
     "And if I must die this day, it won't be because of my libido"
     "I hope that at least part of my quest will be fulfilled."
     "I'll trust in my battle prowess and the favor of Everild."

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "With that he sprung into action, his blade at dizzying speed
     With the inborn grace he was born with, bolstered by his creed
     He slashed the giant legs into ribbons of uselessness
     And with Everild's blessings the battle was a hearty success."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The warrior knelt in prayer and gave thanks to Everild
     And the warriors full quest was realized, fulfilled
     Before his astonished eyes, stood another damsel, unchained
     "You have been tested and found not wanting" she claimed."

Donalisa recites:

    "His full dedication to Everild pleased the god greatly.
     The damsel, who served Everild, stood aside and revealed a full length mirror.
     The lad saw himself. He saw how he stood proud, and unvanquished.
     The lad understood that the greatest treasure was inside of himself, for if you're not happy inside, nothing on the outside will
     Ever
     Fulfill you.
      
     Of course it didn't hurt getting six thousand plats worth of weapons gems and coins..."

Donalisa grins.
Donalisa curtsies.



Donalisa says, "now a love song"
Donalisa nods.

Donalisa recites:

"I wrote this little love song and titled it "You and Me Forever Because That Is What They Want and I'm Too Tired To Argue About It Right Now""

Donalisa inhales a great swallow of air.
Donalisa slowly empties her lungs.

Donalisa happily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "As I strolled a dark and gloomy beach
      one fine bright and sunny day
     I saw a beautiful sea monster
      troll-ugly, swimming in the bay."

Donalisa happily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I waved it in and hugged it tight
      while staying out of reach
     It shied away and grabbed my leg
      and hung on like a leech."

Donalisa just edged a little closer to the leech!

Donalisa happily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I knew it fell in love with me
      as it tried to eat my head
     So I asked it to please marry me
      right after I killed it dead."

Donalisa just edged a little closer to the head!

Donalisa happily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "It agreed we'd have a lovely life
      together as husband and wife
     Because with only one of us alive
      there would hardly be any strife."

Donalisa happily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Our wedding was grand with friends galore
      that numbered up to one
     There was no food nor drinks or songs
      so it was a lot of fun."

Donalisa happily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The moral of this story is clear
      to any who are deaf
     If you want to be happy all your life
      grow up to be a Chef."

Donalisa curtsies.
Donalisa grins.



Donalisa says, "now another change of pace"
Donalisa smiles as she looks at you

Donalisa recites:

"One day I was thinking about how we greet and depart from friends and family. Many hug some don't."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He pulled away from his mother's hug
     He thought he was too old for such
     She smiled sadly with a quiet sigh
     Her son was avoiding her gentle touch."

Donalisa tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "My son" said she, "one day you'll see"
     "That a simple hug is more precious than gold"
     "A parent's heart-ease when a child clasps"
     "Small arms, gleefully, a parent to hold."

Donalisa nods.

Donalisa tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A sweetheart of your own will warmly hug"
     "Your hearts will seem to beat as one"
     "A boyhood friend will gladly hug and greet"
     "For true old friendships are never done."

Donalisa tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And on a battlefield I hope you never see"
     "Many a dying warrior has grieviously lain"
     "Wishing for just one last hug a'fore they die"
     "Just to ease their fear and pain."

Donalisa tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And on that day when I breathe my last"
     "I'll still think of you as my child"
     "My love will never fade away for you"
     "These feelings can not be reconciled."

Donalisa wistfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The young lad did, with grudging consent
     Allowed himself, then, to be held
     But no fullness in his heart, did he feel
     Because within his heart he rebelled."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The years went by with steady certainty
     All his mother had said had been truth
     And as he held his dying mother's hand
     He regretted his past awkwardness of youth."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The son with tears unbidden to eyes
     Stood with tousled head bent in reverie
     As his mother's past words seeped into his heart
     He fully understood her simple homily."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "No hugs could she give or feel in return
     She didn't even know he sat by her side
     He bent down low and kissed her cheek
     And gave her one last hug as he cried."

Donalisa curtsies.



Donalisa clears her throat.
Donalisa asks, "no youngsters here, correct?"
Donalisa casually observes the area.
Donalisa smiles wickedly

Taffei giggles.
Silvyrfrost raises her hand.
Silvyrfrost ducks her head.
Silvyrfrost whistles an innocent tune.
Donalisa laughs!
Mykk chuckles.
Donalisa grins at Silvyrfrost.
Silvyrfrost grins at Donalisa.
Rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, Taffei hooks her thumbs in her pockets and grins mischievously.
Fazehund says, "I'm young at heart."
Fazehund smiles.

Donalisa says, "I titled this song, Hands"

Donalisa says, "There are times that after work, a man and son just talk."

Donalisa says, "One day the son looked up at his dad and asked him in interest."

Donalisa sweetly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Dad, you're so clever with your hands
     "You can do so many things
     "Tell me all about your fingers
     "And why you only wear one of your rings."

Donalisa patiently sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Son, this first finger you can use
     "To point at what you might need
     "The thumb is for turning pages
     "In any journal you would like to read."

Donalisa patiently sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And this finger that wears a ring
     "You'll use when you get married
     "This little one is for your ear
     "When it itches inside and feels harried."

Donalisa guardedly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "But dad, the son then replied
     "You didn't explain the middle
     "That one, my son, I'll explain
     "After you marry and no longer little."

Donalisa cheerfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The boy was satisfied with that
     And the years flew by so fast
     He'd grown to be a fine young man
     Who was ready to marry at last."

Donalisa grins.

Donalisa cheerfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "It was a beautiful wedding
     But before the bride and groom would go
     The son took his father aside
     The answer to the middle finger to know."

Donalisa casually observes the area.

Donalisa sheepishly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    " Many years ago, you promised
     "That you would tell me this day
     "Of what use of my middle one
     "Is it for work or is it........... for play?"

Donalisa coughs.
Donalisa chortles softly at some secret joke.

Donalisa mischievously sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The dad grinned at his son and said
     "Tonight your manhood you will prove
     "But you will get tired and can't...
     "And get to where you can hardly move."

Donalisa mischievously sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "You use the middle to poke her
     "While you lie beside her in bed
     "Tell her 'Go back to sleep, silly woman!'
     "While you poke her in the head."

Donalisa curtsies.
Donalisa grins.

Gridaksma offers Donalisa a severed hand.
Gridaksma says, "everyone should give her a hand."
Donalisa laughs!
Talorai laughs!



Donalisa says, "this next one was written with the promise of a certain person sleeping with me..."
Donalisa casually observes the area.

Donalisa says, "no, not fooling around, just sleeping"
Donalisa grins.

Redox says, "Uh huh."
Daerlynn hums to herself.

Donalisa says, "I wrote this song that I titled, Roxana Bloodlan."

Donalisa exclaims, "Any similarity to anyone living or dead or living dead is...erm...just too bad, so there!"

Daerlynn says, "Surrrrre.."
Donalisa coughs.

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Slipping through the sultry night
        Roxana
     Her lovely form hints of delight
        Roxana."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The scent of her, the feel of her, the taste of her
     Her silken hair, beyond compare, draws you into her lair
     Scintillating in her eyes
      are secrets that insinuate
        pleasures to surprise."

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her siren's voice ensnares
        Roxana
     She dances with abandoned cares
        Roxana."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Limbs weaving slow sinuous patterns
     Casting esoteric imports
     Her every movement designated
     Each libidinous glance exhorts. "

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Hips undulate in mesmerizing cadence
        Roxana
     As your senses are overwhelmed with suspense
        Roxana."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Then in the dark folds of the night
     As you succumb to her delicate charms
     Soft is the touch of her fingertips
     Warm is the embrace of her lovely arms."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "In the deeper shadows, though
     Two eyes that barely glow
     Watching with bated breath
     Enjoys a seeming private show."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A hunger is aroused within
     Nefarious schemes evolve
     There is no turning back for him
     His volition, tempered with resolve."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Come to me, my pretty one"
     His mind projects the thought
     "Delights untold are what you'll have"
     "For you're the one I sought."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Be mine forevermore"
     "I'll not ask nicely twice"
     "If you reject my first advance"
     "You'll pay a painful price."

Donalisa kindly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her laughter bubbles from within
     No fear does she even show
     She knows the secret lovers know
     You can not take, you must bestow."

Donalisa nods.

Donalisa kindly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "My love is mine alone to give"
     Roxana sent her thoughts to him
     "There is no way to wrest it from me"
     "I will give it not on a whim."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So you reject my first advance?"
     His thoughts were edged with his ire
     "The price you'll pay will cost you dear"
     "You will surely succumb to my desire."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "With stealthly step he vanished
     A chill swept around her form
     The sky filled with dreadful clouds
     Portending a frightful storm."

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Slipping through the sultry night
        Roxana
     Her lovely form hints of delight
        Roxana."

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her siren's voice ensnares
        Roxana
     She dances with abandoned cares
        Roxana."

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Hips undulate in mesmerizing cadence
        Roxana
     As your senses are overwhelmed with suspense
        Roxana."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her head turns to scan the dark
     She feels she is not alone
     Her eyes hold bewilderment
     Her throat betrays a quiet moan."

Donalisa nervously sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Murmurs of a strange dialect
     Seem far, but yet, are clear
     They call to her soul insistantly
     She feels the first pangs of fear."

Donalisa nervously sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her limbs feel leaden and heavy
     Her eyes want to close on their own
     Her heart's steady beat slows down
     Her will to resist has flown."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Softly, fingers slide upon her
     Up and down so very slow
     Her eyes see no one close beside her
     As she sways, sleepily, to and fro."

Donalisa smiles as she stops singing and looks into your eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath to continue.

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "When once more her eyes did open
     The light of dawn was streaming in
     A frozen white rose was on her pillow
     And the lingering strains of a violin."

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "In her memories was a gypsy man
     His touches had been ecstacy
     But he had an evil, icy smile
     That would make most people try to flee."

Donalisa nervously sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her doors and windows still were locked
     No one of flesh could have entered
     Her mind wandered a frightful path
     Her details of the night, obscured."

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "She has a secretive lover now
        Roxana
     One that she would like to disavow   Roxana."

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He casts no shadow that she can see
        Roxana
     He ignores her silent, fearful plea
        Roxana."

Donalisa slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He'll command her for his own delight
        Roxana
     He will visit her every moon-lit night   Roxana"

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "For naught is her wit and charms
        Roxana
     She can not avoid his ghostly arms
        Roxana
          Roxana
            Roxana."

Donalisa smiles nervously, looking toward a shadowy corner.
Donalisa curtsies.



Donalisa says, "there is a song I wrote long ago"

Donalisa says, "it was inspired on a trip to Shard that an empath took me on"
Donalisa smiles.

Donalisa recites:

"This is a true tale that can only be seen by the eyes of empaths that touch a special quilt in Shard. The song is based on the vision an empath will see after touching the stain and the articles found in Milene's Rose Inn's back room.You have to pick locks to see the quilt, the broken icon, and the other things in my song."

Donalisa says, "I titled my song, Black Roses For Milene."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "By the fire she sat smiling
     Upon the two young girls sleeping
     Nimble fingers worked on the cloth
     She hummed as she was quilting."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "When suddenly the door did burst
     And filled the room with armored foes
     Swift she did react to guard her girls
     As they shot her with their bows."

Donalisa helplessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And as she laid helplessly dying
     With swords they ran her daughters through
     In anguish too deep to bear,to them
     Her silent lips said "I love you."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "They left the house in disarray
     Whilst blood seeped on the floor
     Silence shrouded the fire-lit room
     Till one man entered through the door."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "In shining armor the man did kneel
     His shadowed face a mask of woe
     He wrapped her body within the quilt
     As down his cheeks the tears did flow."

Donalisa helplessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He to his guild did seek some help
     But none were there to join him
     All alone, he returned to home
     With burdened soul and face set grim."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He looked into his mirror and said
     "I'll hunt and kill who did this deed"
     And with a vengence that very eve
     He sought them all and did succede."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The mirror split in twain
     Upon the dresser carved with the gods of light
     The warrior life had been his bane
     No longer would upholding good be his fight."

Donalisa hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "In anger he did shun his guild
     Then broke his claymores in two
     He vowed to never fight again
     Then snapped his icon of Chadatru."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "With broken heart he buried them
     As heavy tears in eyes did swim
     Then sought a way to honor her
     He opened Milene's Black Rose Inn."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "His rooms are barren of things of cheer
     Except the portrait of his lovely wife
     A cot, a dresser with a broken mirror
     Are what is part of his lonely life."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There is no laughter here
     Each day is like another
     He keeps his life austere
     His crying he does smother."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He turned away from Chadatru
     And sought no one his soul to ease
      
     But Hodierna saw his plight
     She put the horror of that night
      
     Into a tiny stain of blood
     A vision that only an empath sees."

Donalisa smiles sadly and bows her head as the last notes of her song ends.
Donalisa curtsies.

Taffei says, "How sad."
Donalisa says, "sad but true"
Donalisa rubs Taffei gently, massaging her muscles.
Redox says, "I shall have to visit that Inn."
Donalisa nods to Redox.
Anlise nods at Redox, obviously agreeing with his views.
Anlise says, "I mainly just stick to the Golden Phoenix."



Donalisa recites:

"While walking along the Northern Trade Route, I noticed something and investigated. It was a tree with a black brand on it. I wrote this song I titled, The Lad."

Donalisa inhales a great swallow of air.
Donalisa slowly empties her lungs.

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Who is this lad so young and fair
     With bootless feet and tousled hair
     Whose legs kick out into the air
     Without the grace of a dancer's flair."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Who is this lad so wild-eyed
     That mimics a zephyr's ride
     Whose face has seen no razor's glide
     For many a moon's ebb and tide."

Donalisa firmly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I watched and heard his brave young words
     Defiance that flew as high as birds
     His courage did not give away
     For o'er an andaen and a day."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Who is this lad so full of strength
     Whose neck has pulled the rope's full length?"

Donalisa smiles sadly as the last notes die away.
Donalisa just edged a little closer to the Noose!
Donalisa sadly says, "That song was inspired by the gallows tree north of Kaerna village."
Donalisa curtsies.

Gridaksma quietly says, "so dark"
Taffei nods to Gridaksma.
Donalisa asks, "a touch of the wicked?"
Gridaksma just touched Donalisa.
Redox grins at Gridaksma.
Taffei snickers.
Donalisa laughs at Gridaksma.
Talorai chuckles.
Donalisa chuckles.
Taffei says, "That's why Grid likes you so much."
Redox says, "Or vice versa."
Gridaksma says, "she's got a nice tail"
Gridaksma whistles a merry tune.
Taffei giggles.
Mykk chortles softly at some secret joke.



Donalisa says, "another change of pace"
Donalisa grins.

Donalisa says, "This is a song I wrote about one man's need to possess a maiden he saw wandering the woods alone."

Donalisa says, "I titled this song, The Lost Maiden "

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He looked upon her not with love
     Within him a deep yearning for her did stoke
     His eyes took in her night-black tresses
     And eyes the color of wispy smoke
     Eyes of softest tender smoke"

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Deep within him he hungered for
     Possession of this slender winsome maiden
     Plots and plans swirled through his head
     His mind with evil delights was laden
     His heart was so vile laden."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He laid in wait for her to wander
     Through the woods where he first spied her
     He would take from her all her freedom
     Her fate in his hands would be sure
     Her fate so sadly sure."

Donalisa painfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "No outcry from her would he heed
     No thoughts of mercy would stay him
     He fingered the ropes in his hands
     That he would use to bind each limb
     Would securely bind each limb."

Donalisa painfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "She would feel so hopelessly lost
     And have no way to deny his evil lust
     He'd have her inner spirit broken
     While she was helplessly trussed
     So thoroughly trussed."

Donalisa hopelessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The time drew nigh and he readied to spring
     Upon the unsuspecting maiden so fair
     He pounced and encircled her neck
     And she was caught unaware
     She was so unaware."

Donalisa darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her warm breath softly touched by his ear
     And his heart pounded hard within his chest
     He secured his prize with binding ropes
     Fetters from which escape she could not wrest
     Surely could not wrest."

Donalisa hopelessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Off to his lonesome dwelling he took her
     Delighting at her winsome, hobbled form
     He'd break her to his will at leisure
     He ignored her bent head so forlorn
     Her head hung down forlorn."

Donalisa matter-of-factly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He loved running his rough hands along her legs
     And mounted her and used his whip on her sparringly
     Tiny flicks of pain he gave each day
     That landed on her backside unerringly
     On her quivering flesh unerringly."

Donalisa fingers her bullwhip as her eyes take on a daring look!

Donalisa wryly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He tenderly groomed her and fed her well
     And each day he vigorously put her through her paces
     His evil lust for far-flung fame and riches
     Would finally be met at the horse races
     Yes, this horse would do fine in races."

Donalisa smiles at you wickedy.
Donalisa says, "Yes, a horse that has never won a race is called a maiden."
Donalisa curtsies.
Donalisa grins.



Donalisa says, "I seem to have run out the time"
Taffei says, "Awwww"
Daerlynn grins.
Redox exclaims, "More!"
Dulcinie nods to Gridaksma.
Katrinai says, "Encore! "
Taffei exclaims, "Encore!"
Donalisa says, "Thanks all for coming to hear my songs and stories"
Redox exclaims, "encore!"
Mykk says, "Always time for an encore."
Donalisa chuckles.
Gridaksma grins at Donalisa.
Mykk smiles at Donalisa.
Daerlynn nods to Mykk.
Talorai nods.
Fazehund exclaims, "More more!"

Donalisa says, "alright"

Donalisa asks, "silly scary or sad?"
Donalisa ducks her head.

Talorai grins.
Taffei exclaims, "Silly!"
Redox exclaims, "All three!"
Donalisa laughs!
Taffei giggles at Redox.
Redox grins at Donalisa.
Fazehund chuckles.
Taffei exclaims, "That too!"
Mykk says, "I like your scary."
Silvyrfrost takes a sip of her brandy.
Donalisa chuckles.
Redox says, "sounds like my first marriage."
Mykk says, "But it's all good."
Mykk grins.
Donalisa says, "my scary are long"
Fazehund hisses, "ssscarry"
Donalisa chuckles.
Taffei snickers at Redox.
Fazehund hisses, "my preciousss"
Donalisa chuckles at Fazehund.
Taffei says, "I'm not scared"
Taffei flips her motley cloak over her shoulders.
Donalisa says, "quick silly one"
Fazehund's tail undulates in an agitated fashion.
Gridaksma asks, "how about... a prop based song?"

Donalisa sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Soap soap soap soap soap soap soap soap "

Taffei exclaims, "Yea!"
Donalisa says, "thought I'd sing about eight bars..."
Talorai chuckles.
Motarra smiles at Taffei.
Donalisa curtsies.
Redox laughs!
Taffei snickers.
Katrinai giggles.
Motarra laughs!
Dulcinie laughs!
Donalisa grins.
Mykk laughs!
Fazehund laughs!
Taffei laughs!
Mykk says, "Okay, not bad."
Mykk chuckles.
Motarra applauds.
Katrinai grins at Donalisa.
Raising her taffelberry mead to Donalisa, Taffei gives her a toast.
Donalisa grins.
Raising her Rissan brandy to Donalisa, Dulcinie gives her a toast.
Fazehund says, "I give it an eight."
Donalisa exclaims, "Thanks!"
Donalisa chuckles.
Gridaksma takes a sip of his bloodgrog.
Mykk groans.



Redox says, "Now a real encore...."
Fazehund smiles.

Donalisa asks, "alright,scary?"

Redox nods to Donalisa.
Donalisa gnaws on her lip.
Katrinai nods to Donalisa.
Donalisa nods.
Dulcinie shivers.
Dulcinie nods.

Donalisa says, "This story I'm about to sing is of a shy young lad. So shy in fact, that he'd never even kissed a girl, yet."

Donalisa says, "I've titled this, The Mirror."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "One day, a shy young lad went exploring an old abandoned mansion
     Within, he found a large silver mirror on a regal stand
     All the furnishings were still in place, though old-fashioned
     The people who had once lived there had liked living very grand."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The mirror was too dusty and the light too dim to see well
     He drew the heavy drapes open to let in the late day's light
     He found some folded old cloths under the stairwell
     And proceeded to carefully clean it up all shiny-bright."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "As the last speck was off the surface, the sun faded away
     But the mirror wasn't darkened at all, though it should have been
     For a scene was revealed that was as light as a sunny day
     Scores of lovely ladies, stangely attired, were dancing within."

Donalisa chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Come dance with us
     The dance of the covenant
     Be part of us
     Raise your voice with us in chant
     Come dance with us
     The dance of the covenant
     Be one with us."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "They smiled and laughed as they spun around a wicker pillar
     Their joy was evident with each graceful curtsy, leap, and spin
      Each lovely lady was different, yet each had the same allure
     Then suddenly they stopped, turned, looked and smiled at him."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The ladies beckoned him closer but the glass stopped him short
     His frustration built higher and higher the more he tried to enter
     They swirled closer with arms reaching as if for support
     Then twirled and danced around the wicker pillar in their center."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "His hands splayed out against the unyielding mirror's surface
     He could barely hear their distant-sounding siren's chanting
     His emotions were ruling him as he ignored the mirror's purpose
     Or what magical entertainments the lovely ladies were granting."

Donalisa chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Come dance with us
     The dance of the covenant
     Be part of us
     Raise your voice with us in chant
     Come dance with us
     The dance of the covenant
     Be one with us."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "As the sky outside deepened and the stars could now be seen
     Sweet scents softly wafted, and the mirror brightened even more
     He pressed his body closer still, and felt an urge so keen
     To enter the mirror's lovely pastoral enchanting arbor."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "His delight as the glass gave access to where he wanted to be
     Soon turned to shock as his eyes fell once more upon the scene
     The ladies looked like gruesome hags that pranced around with glee
     Their eyes were not soft and sweet , but pinched and looked mean."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "They gathered close around him with drawn wires in their hands
     And wrapped him all about in those tight shiny metal bands
     He struggled and shouted out for help, not knowing of their plans
     All the while they cackled evily, ignoring his shouted demands."

Donalisa chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Come dance with us
     The dance of the covenant
     Be part of us
     Raise your voice with us in chant
     Come dance with us
     The dance of the covenant
     Be one with us."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "They lifted him bodily and carried him to the fancy wicker stand
     Then opened up a hatch that was concealed from casual eyes
     The poor lad was thrust inside as if it had been always planned
     Their frantic dancing resumed amidst his soul-wrenching cries."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "One by one the wicker stand with oil soaked ribbons was festooned
     Red, blue, and yellow were the colors that had been chosen
     The fiery-looking colors and their chantings seemed attuned
     And the lad's heart was thumping but his throat seemed frozen."

Donalisa sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "With shouts while careening ever faster 'round about the stand
     They each grabbed a tong to snatch a hot coal from a brazier
     Their intentions were clear, to the lad, that each oily strand
     Would burn the wicker and him, painfully beyond measure."

Donalisa chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Come dance with us
     The dance of the covenant
     Be part of us
     Raise your voice with us in chant
     Come dance with us
     The dance of the covenant
     Be one with us."

Donalisa nervously sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The sky darkened, the wind picked up, and fury seemed to harken
     The ribbons flew from off the wicker stand as if they had wings
     The sky filled with fiery brands that dropped as if to mark them
     They raised their voices thrilling with the pain that fire brings."

Donalisa painfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Each haggard face burned as did their loathsome writhing forms
     Their chanting voices started screaming and yelling
     The shy lad was untouched by the gruesome fiery ribbon swarms
     It was their burning hair and flesh, not his, he was smelling."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Then as sudden as it had started, the sky became blue and clear
     The hags now looked beautiful again to his astonished eyes
     They quickly pulled him from the stand and led him to a magic mere
     Unbound him and led him into the waters, much to his surprise."

Donalisa quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "You danced with us
     The dance of the covenant
     You're a part of us
     Bow your head, close your eyes with us in our renewal
     You danced with us
     The dance of the covenant
     You're part of us."

Donalisa recites:

"He bowed his head, happy to be alive, unburned and free from the wire bands. When he once more opened his eyes, he was back in the mansion all alone. The mirror was as dark as the room and he blindly felt his way out. "

Donalisa recites:

"He vowed to never look at another mirror, for the fear had left its mark on his soul. The shy ANCIENT man went home with an echo in his mind."

Donalisa hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Come dance with us
      The dance of the covenant
       Be part of us
        Be part of us
         Be part of us."

Donalisa curtsies.
Donalisa smiles.
Donalisa exclaims, "Thanks!"

Daerlynn recites:

"Let's hear it once more for Donalisa!"


 

Guest Descriptions


Battle Empath Anlise LightShadow of the Zoluren Infantry, an Elothean.
She has sparkling crystal blue eyes. Her dark brown hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin.
She is tiny for an Elothean.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the neck, minor swelling and bruising around the right arm, minor scarring along the right arm, minor swelling and bruising around the left arm, severe scarring along the left arm, severe scarring along the right leg, minor swelling and bruising around the left leg, minor scarring along the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, some faint scars along the right hand, minor swelling and bruising around the left hand compounded by cuts and bruises about the left hand, severe scarring along the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, severe scarring and ugly gashes about the chest area, minor swelling and bruising in the abdomen, a constant twitching in the abdomen, minor swelling and bruising in the back compounded by cuts and bruises about the back, a severely swollen, bruised and crossed right eye compounded by a bruised and swollen right eye, deeply scarred gashes across the right eye.

She is holding a furry blue bear clutching miniature healing herbs in her right hand and a goblet of blackberry stout in her left.
She is wearing a cut silver gem case set with polished cabochon stones, a twisted white gold armband shaped like wild flames cradling a cambrinth phoenix, a sapphire-blue robe embroidered with the crest of the Empaths' Guild, a fine-spun gossamer cloak appliqued with delicate silk glaysker flowers, a masterfully crafted blued-steel hairpin weighted with darkened star sapphires, a grey burlap sack, a Commander's badge, an Empath "On-duty" button, a leather field kit, some black dove-winged ankle boots with turned down cuffs brightly detailed with healing herbs, a canvas sack, some royal blue weepers, a gold and diamond cloak clasp bearing the prominent insignia of Vorclaf's Scythe, a silverwillow foraging basket, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a golden empath earring that displays glowing hands gently clasping a small night-blue sapphire, a silver flute case, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Hodierna, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a polished kite shield painted with a still life, a milky glass unicorn suspended from a fragile chain, a pure white cashmere scarf knotted neatly at the throat, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Empaths' Guild, a bright orange albredine ring and a gold ring set with an open palm cradling an sapphire-veined cambrinth jadice flower.



Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
She has jade eyes. Her brunette hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose, tucked behind her ears. She has pale skin and a lissome figure.
She is in her prime for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on her leg.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a tankard of Cutthroat Lager in her right hand.
She is wearing a toy bunny knapsack crafted from fuzzy brown felt, a delicate ivory collar with a dangling pink heart, a soft ivory silk shirt, a delicate twisted gold hip-chain, a black leather skirt with laced seams, some black leather high boots with silver buckles, a platinum-edged flute case set with star-shaped diamonds, a silvery buckskin harness, a copper jadeite gwethdesuan, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a silver gilt hauberk and a wide hammered steel choker bearing the insignia of The Black Orchid.



Tale Singer Donalisa DeLondra of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen Bard.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted violet eyes. Her black mane is shoulder length and thick, and is worn loose. She has silver fur with black points with black stripes and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a flask of Glythtide's Favor in her right hand.
She is wearing a spherical cambrinth earring with a dangling silver disk, a deep black hooded cloak with a polished silver panther clasp, a furry rabbit's foot hanging from a delicate silver ribbon, a soft leather thigh pouch embroidered with a shimmering dragon playing a hunting horn, a fiery scarlet haversack, a black leather bullwhip, an elegant white mesh backpack with dangling onyx musical note charms, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a rich blue silk-covered case, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a cured leather sling stitched with musical notes, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots with dangling onyx panther charms, some onyx worry beads carved to resemble curled panthers, a silver panther-shaped ear whimsey, a polished wheel-shaped pendant, a fine chain hauberk painted with multi-colored diamonds, a spiral silver neithrel band set with hematite stones, an ironwood targe, a small black leather bullwhip with a gem-encrusted handle, a glimmering circlet of sweet gardenias entwined with crystal strands, a crystal-beaded scarf of charcoal silk that drapes elegantly around the neck, a chain balaclava and a black leather skirt with laced seams.



War Priestess Dulcinie vonPfeffers of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human.
She has a heart-shaped face with laugh lines, gold-flecked jade eyes and a freckled nose. Her amber-streaked auburn hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loosely piled atop her head. She has tanned skin.
She is in her prime for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a white rose encircled by a blood-stained thorny vine on her ankle.

She has some faint scars along the neck, some faint scars along the right arm, an occasional twitching in the left arm, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, some faint scars along the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, some faint scars along the left eye.

She is holding a snifter of Rissan brandy in her left hand.
She is wearing a pilgrim's badge, a dark cambrinth armband inset with a multitude of tiny gemstone chips, a silver leather carving case secured with a spherical jade clasp, a battle-worn weapon harness studded with darkened steel emblems of the gods, a pale blue satin rosette, a pair of large sapphire earrings circled by tiny diamonds, a gold and diamond cloak clasp bearing the prominent insignia of Vorclaf's Scythe, an amber cloak of soft lambs wool adorned with a yoke of intricately placed gold beads, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, some cat's eye quartz worry beads carved to resemble cats, a crystal rose pendant, a long robe of deep amber silk sashed with a golden silk braid, some prayer beads, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Tamsine, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a pair of beaded ivory slippers laced with satin ribbon and a twisted gold prayer bead chain interspersed with faceted light amber beads.



Fazehund Misond, a S'Kra Mur Bard.
He has a sharp-featured face with gold-flecked slitted silver eyes, dark gold-edged scales with a pale silver underbelly and a thick tail.
He is in his prime for a S'Kra Mur.
He has a tattoo of a scarlet dragon against an ebony star-shaped background on his back.

He has faint scuffing to the head, 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 left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, cuts and bruises about the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye, faint scuffing to the left eye.

He is holding a goblet of blackberry stout in his right hand.
He is wearing some glittery fluttering tail ribbons, some perfect black-leucro leathers, a formal black wool jacket with carved onyx buttons, a black cotton vest, a full-sleeved white silk shirt, some polished black leather shoes, some pleated black wool trousers, a three-quarter length black velvet cloak, a double-stringed crossbow, a bardic blue tail pouch embroidered with the image of a S'kra Mur who appears to be singing, a supple black leucro hide pack clasped with a gleaming silver fang, a white gold necklace strung with gleaming ivory fangs, a gold engagement ring, a platinum ring, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a tower shield, a heavy windlass-drawn crossbow and some black leather suspenders with silver fittings.



Father Gridaksma Wavengam, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and clear colored eyes. His silver hair is long and straight, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. He has fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a tankard of Gor'Tog bloodgrog in his right hand.
He is wearing a black spidersilk backpack, an elegant black shirt, a black silken hip pouch, some elegant black trousers, some elegant black leather boots and a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan.



Iala Taisal, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and tilted gold eyes. Her auburn hair is short and wavy, and is worn in a tousled, finger-combed style. She has fair skin and a lithe figure.
She is short for an Elf.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a vivid vermillion head scarf washed with the colors of flame, some delicate gold teardrops, a supple hand-tooled black leather backpack, a silky white blouse, a blood-red thorny rose, a delicate flame-shaped key suspended from a fine golden chain, a filmy dancer's skirt of layered translucent flame-colored veils, some hammered gold toe bells, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a jadeite gwethdesuan.



Dancer Katrinai Dainaan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and thick-lashed blue-green eyes. Her strawberry-streaked red-gold hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin. She has a twining desert rose painted across the left half of her face.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some Halfling taffelberry mead in her right hand.
She is wearing a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a black leather bullwhip, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a black leather vest tooled with the image of a curled whip, a matte black tower shield studded with silver crescents, a black leather sheath, a hip pouch branded with the image of a single musical note, a polished gold wedding band, a carved black pick, a Sergeant's badge, an amethyst signet ring, a wide cambrinth armband engraved with rolling azure waves, a twisted cambrinth armband, some sleek red leather thigh boots laced up the back with steelsilk laces, a black leather skirt with laced seams, a woven gold choker set with carved cambrinth flames, some wide gold bracers studded with blood-red rubies, a delicate twisted gold hip-chain and a gold filigree charm bracelet.



Milaine Sa'itharan, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and violet eyes. Her honey hair is very long and thick, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the right leg, 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 right eye, faint scuffing to the left eye.

She is wearing some leather gloves, some dark plum leathers, a light crossbow, an ironwood buckler, a leather reinforced helm, a sturdy grey backpack, a duffel bag with an embroidered sea serpent strap, an elegant copper velvet skirt, a thin pewter ring, a red gold nose ring, a leather sheath, a leather belt, a bronze dragon pin, a tarnished leaf-engraved ring, a diminutive embroidered pouch of seamless golden velvet and a grey satin coat.



Motarra Iidoon of the Therengia Infantry, an Elothean.
She has tilted almond-shaped gold eyes. Her amber hair is long and straight, and is worn braided. She has copper skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of a dark wolf with gold eyes chasing a mischievious raccoon while carrying a vine of climbing roses in its mouth on her thigh.

She has faint scuffing to the left arm, tiny scratches to the right leg, faint scuffing 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.

She is wearing a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a smooth cambrinth badge with some words carved in it, some amber gold leathers, a Dwarven mining cowl, some black leather gauntlets banded with brushed platinum, a pewter charm hung from a black leather cord, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a pale carved wooden armband with a single dangling owl feather, a dark brown leather fletching pouch with an image branded into it, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a diminutive platinum toad, a pair of polished black leather boots which button down the side, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a braided silver cloak pin inset with a polished amber longbow, some leather braid covers decorated with owl feathers, a dark cashmere cloak interlaced with platinum threads, an archer's thumbguard, a wide hammered steel choker bearing the insignia of The Black Orchid, a black gem pouch, a polished black leather belt with a silver raccoon buckle, a platinum medallion engraved with the image of a large wolf standing in a forest, a black leather weapons harness detailed with inlaid and embroidered images, an ivory spidersilk shirt with long billowing sleeves, a black spidersilk hair wrap strung with amber beads, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates labeled "Nawty Toyz", a red gold eyebrow ring, a silver-inlaid thigh quiver, a Sergeant's badge and a lumpy bundle.

Motarra Iidoon of the Therengia Infantry, an Elothean.
She has tilted almond-shaped gold eyes. Her amber hair is long and straight, and is worn braided. She has copper skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of a dark wolf with gold eyes chasing a mischievious raccoon while carrying a vine of climbing roses in its mouth on her thigh.

She has faint scuffing to the left arm, tiny scratches to the right leg, faint scuffing 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.

She is wearing a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a smooth cambrinth badge with some words carved in it, some amber gold leathers, a Dwarven mining cowl, some black leather gauntlets banded with brushed platinum, a pewter charm hung from a black leather cord, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a pale carved wooden armband with a single dangling owl feather, a dark brown leather fletching pouch with an image branded into it, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a diminutive platinum toad, a pair of polished black leather boots which button down the side, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a braided silver cloak pin inset with a polished amber longbow, some leather braid covers decorated with owl feathers, a dark cashmere cloak interlaced with platinum threads, an archer's thumbguard, a wide hammered steel choker bearing the insignia of The Black Orchid, a black gem pouch, a polished black leather belt with a silver raccoon buckle, a platinum medallion engraved with the image of a large wolf standing in a forest, a black leather weapons harness detailed with inlaid and embroidered images, an ivory spidersilk shirt with long billowing sleeves, a black spidersilk hair wrap strung with amber beads, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates labeled "Nawty Toyz", a red gold eyebrow ring, a silver-inlaid thigh quiver, a Sergeant's badge and a lumpy bundle.



Mykk Dalys, a Halfling.
He has blue eyes. His black hair is short and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. He has tanned skin.
He is a hairyfoot for a Halfling.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a golden-hued tart pouch stitched with the image of two Halflings sharing a single tart, a red-oaken keg carved into the shape of a sleeping dragon, a polished silver flask inlaid with a colorful carousel, some Olvi hunting leathers with the tiny image of a ram finely tooled on one shoulder, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Battle Empath Redox Expat of Zoluren, a Human Empath.
He has crystal blue eyes. He has cropped white hair and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has some light stubble on his face.

He has some tiny scars across the neck, tiny scratches to the right arm, an occasional twitching in the right arm, minor scarring along the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, minor scarring along the right leg, minor swelling and bruising around the left leg, an occasional twitching in the left leg, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, severe scarring and chunks of flesh missing from the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, some tiny scars across the abdomen, some faint scars along the back.

He is holding a Hangman's Noose in his right hand.
He is wearing a fire-blackened ebonwood quarter staff, a black thigh pouch, a sturdy grey backpack, a black onyx signet ring inlaid with the insignia of the Seawolves, a hip pouch, a dashing white linen shirt, an herb pouch attractively embroidered with an Empath crest pattern in white thread, a leather forage sack, a dark silk armband embroidered with a scarlet anchor, an arm pouch stitched with a beautiful forest scene, some billowing blue canvas trousers with scarlet piping on the seams, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a dark blue sash trimmed with scarlet tassels, a leather field kit, some tight-fitting leathers, a chain balaclava and a pair of leather gauntlets with suede palms.



Herald Roboson Cateater of the Zoluren Infantry, a Human.
He has jade eyes. His golden brown hair is shoulder length and fine, and is worn tied back. He has dark skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He has a short thick mustache on his upper lip and a short shaggy beard.
He has a tattoo of a Merelew maiden lounging on a rock amongst rough surf on his chest.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a bucket-shaped tankard in his left hand.
He is wearing a tall pewter tankard labeled "Dragoons'374", some half-moon spectacles with azure-tinted lenses, some royal blue suede shoes, a dashing black fedora with an engraved silver band, a cylindrical backpack crafted to resemble a large tankard, a cerulean blue swordsman's shirt with golden foliate embroidery on the cuffs, a heathery grey tweed kilt with a scarlet leather belt, a mirror-finished tower shield centered with a steel dome, an onyx signet ring, a polished gold wedding ring worked with a Bardic Soul Knot, a Sergeant's badge, a deep blue sash trimmed with burgundy tassels, a wide cambrinth wristcuff bearing the crest of the Bard guild, a burgundy tunic with deep blue facings on the collar and cuffs, some dark azure mail, some dark azure greaves, a cerulean blue sheath, a polished onyx armband bearing the platinum and gold crest of the Zoluren Dragoons, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a Gorbesh catapult basket and a lumpy bundle.



Guildleader Silvyrfrost Emiliax, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one silver and one crystal blue. Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a snifter of applejack brandy in her right hand.
She is wearing a small silver Bardic Spirit Knot pendant, a sparkling bracelet set with heart-shaped diamonds, a silken silver pouch, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a pair of rich blue linen pants, a pair of tailored leather boots, a deep blue cotton tunic embroidered with the Bards' Guild crest on one sleeve, a blue leather scabbard embossed with the crest of the Bard guild, a silver gilt hauberk, some silvered chain gauntlets engraved on the cuffs with lutes and wandering rose vines, a silver Bardic signet ring set with a shimmering sapphire, a composite bow and a cut silver key suspended on a rich velvet cord.



Sister Taffei Snarf'ntart, a Halfling Cleric.
She has ale-brown eyes. Her ginger hair is very long and thick, and is worn tied back in an intricate five-stranded braid. She has tanned skin.
She is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.

She has faint scuffing to the right arm, minor swelling and bruising around the left arm, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, some minor twitching.

She is holding a shot of taffelberry mead in her right hand.
She is wearing a hollow ram's horn, some delicate bronze toe bells, a scrimshawed ivory pendant hand-etched with the image of a lolling ram, a pair of misty pink elbaite toe-rings, a perfect crocodile-skin mask, a rosewood short bow carved with dancing Halflings along its length, a pale silver prayer bead chain, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a gold eyebrow ring, a dark magenta tart pouch with pale violet polka-dots, a foraging apron sloppily embroidered with a Cleric crest pattern in taffelberry black thread, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Cleric Guild, a battle-worn weapon harness studded with darkened steel emblems of the gods, a deep blue tobacco pouch covered with dark brown stains, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a supple leather belt buckled with a stylized dragon's head, a herbal offering pouch, a padded blue belt pack with large black buckles, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a clouded green albredine ring, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon, a silver earring in the shape of a shield emblazoned with a heart, an ivory charm dangling from a braided leather wristlet, a kitchen pot helm, some dark purple suede gloves with gold thread stitched along the fingertips, a black spidersilk backpack, some silver filigree toe bands, a lightweight chainmail robe fashioned from deeply hued rings, some berry-stained patchwork knickers with droopy pockets, a pair of bright lime-green suspenders speckled with tiny embroidered dancing tarts, a storm grey leine embroidered with proud silver-horned golden rams, a purple sweater knitted with dozens of floating tarts, a motley cloak of bright blues and greens mixed with garish yellows and reds that form a riot of color from neck to ankle, a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram, a frosted onyx cambrinth ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, a slender glass bottle labeled "Holy Water" and a pilgrim's badge.



Storyteller Talorai of Elanthia, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one amber and one jade. Her auburn hair is very long and wavy, and is worn braided. She has pale skin.
She is young for an Elf.

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

She is holding some Halfling taffelberry mead in her right hand.
She is wearing a lumpy bundle, some scarlet enameled toe bells, a smoky glass torque carved to resemble curving panther paws, a black leather skirt with laced seams, a fiery red velvet corset laced with black silk cords, a smooth bullwhip with a carved boar tusk handle, some crimson silk sandals dangling tiny golden phoenixes, a polished ivory tankard set with ebony music notes, a fragile scarlet lace garter threaded with golden ribbons, a cherry short bow, a well-made troll-skin pouch, a bone-beaded suede thigh sheath, a well-made black-leucro backpack and some perfect antelope-skin gloves.

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