Dreamheart Concert, 12/2/2000, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 363 years, 201 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.
It is currently summer and it is early afternoon.
You feel somewhat certain it's somewhere about the Anlas of Tamsine's Toil.

A few white clouds float lazily in the sky above.

[Arthe Hollow Inn, Common Room]
The room is filled with long, low tables and stools, where several people sit eating hearty bowls of Arthe Hollow's popular lamb stew. A large stone fireplace dominates one wall. Daisy Burdock, the inn's cook and waitress, crosses the room carrying a precarious arrangement of bowls and plates. She stops briefly to tease and joke with a regular customer. A sign is posted prominently next to the archway. You also see a wooden menuboard, a polished wooden bar, some wooden stairs, and an open doorway.

Guest List

Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan of Elanthia, a Human Bard

Skirmisher Anish Bhimadevi, a Prydaen
Arelin Lothluinel, an Elf
Scout Arfthron Blackslay of Elanthia, a Prydaen
Blackavar Alaireketh, a Rakash
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Devas Sebastianne, an Elf
Madrigal Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling Moon Mage
Battle Rager Gurt Blarlslurt of Elanthia, a Gor'Tog Barbarian
Isembard Isimbard, a Human Bard
Storyteller Jenkz Monttoya of Elanthia, an Elf
Kapi (sorry, no further info available)
Busker Karnian Kendrior, a Halfling
Philosopher Khaman Vairson, an Elven Moon Mage
Aes-Danai Kithria Dustdanser, an Elven Bard
Theurgist Lathaliu Ewoenyn, an Elothean Cleric
Traveler Lithiriope Wynnslet of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader
Lovelorn Captivatress, a Human
Battle Empath Melindrha Quinnell of Elanthia, a Halfling Empath
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Nalina Xenadrath of Elanthia, a Prydaen
Ruppi Drinkale, a Halfling
Rogue Sapphyr Bright-Eyes of Elanthia, an Elf
Tahatia Euall, a Human
Storyteller Teminesca A'aliar-Djais of Elanthia, a Halfling
Tishilla (sorry, no further info available)
Pathfinder Tsarenzi Muinoskyl of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Ranger
Windreaper (sorry, no further info available)
Madrigal Xaphira Vonara, an Elothean Bard
Attendant Ysabeau D'avalynne, an Elven Empath

Set List

The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell (Impalire's Revenge)
Songrise
The Dreamer
Ode To Tezirah
Windsong
The Dance is Over
“Sleep close by my side” (a lullaby)

Encore:

Sunset

After:

Ruppi and Kithria
(Many people missed this in the commotion of Dreamheart leaving and the saying of goodbyes, but Ruppi and Kithria brought a little something to the Arthe Hollow Inn dance floor!)

Concert

Daerlynn says, "I want to just announce that this is... we hope.. the first of a number of Bardic concerts here in the Inne... somewhat along the lines of what used to be run in Bearholt's..."
Daerlynn says, "And... I ... I am deeply deeply honored that Dreamheart is here for our first one..."

Dreamheart says, "Good evening everyone, and I am thrilled to see so many people from so many guilds taking an interest in music."
Dreamheart says, "I am Dreamheart Delaevan, and I was asked to perform tonight."
Dreamheart says, "There will be more concerts coming up, too, I understand."
Dreamheart says, "I have selected a series of songs tonight that are special to me."
Dreamheart says, "Most of the songs I weave are done for someone special, someone specific."
Dreamheart says, "It is from these songs that I will sing. Some of them..."
Dreamheart says, "Some of these songs it will be obvious who they are for, or about. Some will not. Some I will introduce ... some it will be left to you."



Dreamheart takes a seat.
Dreamheart gets a rosewood psaltery aged to a time-worn patina from inside her silver-hued bag.
Dreamheart says, "Long ago, when the paint was still fresh on the gates of town..."
Dreamheart says, "A memorable night during the first Shoshandu happened."
Dreamheart leans forward.
Dreamheart smiles and pulls out her psaltery. She touches the strings and glances up. Her eyes take in the listeners with a sweep as she speaks over the music.
Dreamheart says, "What has passed should always be remembered, lest it happen again, lest we lose our roots. With this charter, I have chosen to perform for you the tale of"

Dreamheart recites:

    "The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell"

Dreamheart says, "Also known as Impalire's Revenge"

(Dreamheart strums a moving chord progression on the psaltery as the ballad begins.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The Moons had Fallen for the last time,
     So promised the Great Mages to all,
     And life in the realm was going strong,
     When the Festival of the New Day, came to town."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Colored tents were raised in the heart of the green,
     Shosandu, the Festival was called,
     The party began with merchants and gambling,
     While gifts were wrapped for one and all."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The items of the First Shosandu are collected still
     By Traders, the wealthy, and the wise.
     Some you've seen, but rarely, like bastard swords and Elven Chain,
     Soul stones, and that long-hafted axe that is 'Tog-sized!"

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "But the real legacy of the night
     Was not in the relics for sale
     Nor in the goblin raiders who
     Tried to crash the gates and failed."

(Dreamheart leans forward and with a dramatic change to her voice and demeanor, she sings in a warning voice . . .)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "For on the heels of the Shosandu,
     Came The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell!

     The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell!"

(Dreamheart's fingers dance lightly on the psaltery as the song begins to unfold the tale. The bells on her wrist jingle rhythmically with the music. She leans back and meets your eyes as she sings.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The weather was mild, and the night was warm,
     With Yavash low, filling a quarter of the sky,
     When the Trailblazers set out to test their new goods,
     Filled with victories and success, their spirits were high."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The first indication that something was not right
     Came when some younglings died in the docks.
     Impalire rushed to their aid never suspecting a thing
     But rabid rats he found, lots more than he sought!"

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The next thing they knew, there was a plea for more help
     And then the mighty warrior was struck down flat!
     The Trailblazers looked at one another in shock,
     For how could Impalire be slain by a rat?!"

Dreamheart gasps!

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The rescuers went out in a group,
     And exterminated the rabid foe.
     But Impalire was teased much, you see,
     From everyone who still did not know,"

(Dreamheart shakes her head and raises her eyebrows as the music crescendoes and draws out dramatically...)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "That in the dark of the Shosandu,
     Came The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell!

     The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell!"

Dreamheart smiles slightly. Her fingers fly over the strings as the tempo of the song increases. She taps the body of the psaltery with the beat of the song.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The night was still young, the Trailblazers were out again,
     When the rest of the plague befell them.
     For nobody thought that Impalire could be right,
     With new weapons or armor, they were ready to make mayhem!"

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "First some terrible wounds were inflicted by hogs,
     But the real shock was still to come.
     When the oldest and best warriors of the Crossing,
     Started to drop in Cougars, one by one."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Rescuers went out promptly to help those who were down,
     You know, just like we do it now in town,
     But instead of a rescue, many of them ended up dead, too.
     So now the problem was really compounded."

(Dreamheart shakes her head in memory.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The Cougars were all over the place
     When the new crews arrived to drag friends,
     But careful and quick, the Trailblazers picked,
     Until the fallen were to the one tended."

(Dreamheart leans back, and her eyes gaze meaningfully across the audience.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And now they all knew that in the midst of Shosandu,
     Came The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell

     The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell!"

Dreamheart smiles and nods her head with the music. There is a flurry of individual notes in a run on the strings, and the music changes key, bridging triumphantly into slightly higher notes.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Well, these Trailblazers might have been a little slow,
     But not stupid, these lessons had come hard that night.
     They locked the gates of town and stayed home,
     Singing, Drinking, Gambling 'til dawn's light."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Come the new day, things would be set to right,
     When the Great Mages found what had happened that night,
     The dark magic that caused the rabid beasts so fell,
     Was quickly disposed of in a life-saving spell!"

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Now next time when a great warrior is struck down,
     Hold your breath, until the culprit is found.
     And if it be a rat or something much smaller than he,
     Don't venture out, lock the gates and just don't leave!"

Dreamheart nods.
Dreamheart nods.
Dreamheart winks.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Every word of this tale is true,
     And watchful eyes will one day save you,
     When the plague comes, and it will again,
     When your guard is down and the moon sanguine,"

Dreamheart leans forward.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "For on the heels of the Shosandu,
     Will come The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell!

     The Night That Rabid Creatures Dwell!"

Dreamheart smiles and holds the note out while she coaxes the last bit of music out of the psaltery in a bright run up the neck. Simultaneously, her voice and the psaltery are stilled, and her head bows gracefully over the psaltery. It is quiet.



Dreamheart says, "For me, as for many a bard, Music is our life."
Dreamheart says, "Special bards have touched our lives, though. I know they have mine."
Dreamheart says, "This next song, I dedicate to Wren. and to Lissanda."
Dreamheart gazes off into the distance.

(Dreamheart draws her beautiful instrument onto her lap. Touching it softly, you hear a lingering play of soft music, strung together with a moving chord progression.)

Dreamheart says, "This song is called Songrise."

(Dreamheart's music softens as she lifts her head and begins the song.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The song rises first in a tenuous show,
     Searching for a dancing beat,
     Eluned's gift is grace and flow,
     Lending rhythm to fledgling feet."

(Dreamheart strums deliberately on the strings with a strong patterned rhythm of notes and chordings.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And
         we
            learn..."

(Dreamheart plays the full sounds of the refrain's strong music.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Some cool silky water from Eluned's streams,
     Give form to assist the music's dawn.
     This is how songs are woven from dreams,
     This is how songs learn to sing."

(Dreamheart begins a delicate plucking at the strings as the broken chords soften the music once more.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The song looks for purpose to and fro,
     Giving meaning to its Name.
     The spark of Tamsine's fiery glow
     Allows the lyrics with truth to flame."

(Dreamheart's instrument builds a crescendo under the refrain.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And
         we
            add..."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Some cool silky water from Eluned's streams,
     A fire-filled touch from Tamsine's hearth.
     This is how songs are woven from dreams,
     This is how songs strive to sing!"

Dreamheart smiles with the song's growing depth, intricate fingerings on the psaltery begin to adorn the passing phrases.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "With steadfast progression the song grows,
     Winding the way to its destiny.
     Hav'roth's stones anchor the trembling echoes
     As the song claims its pure melody."

(Dreamheart lifts her voice, the sound reaches around you with a new strength and hope.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And
         we
            have..."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Some cool silky water from Eluned's streams,
     A fire-filled touch from Tamsine's hearth,
     With the caress of Hav'roth's best work that gleams,
     This is how songs are woven from dreams,
     This is how songs live to sing!"

Dreamheart smiles as her eyes twinkle in the joy of the song.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "A song is born on winds and wings,
     And breaths form it with a flair.
     Once granted life, it's wonder sings,
     And beautiful verse fills the air."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And
         it
            takes..."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Some cool silky water from Eluned's streams,
     A fire-filled touch from Tamsine's hearth,
     The caress of Hav'roth's best work that gleams,
     And the kiss of a breeze from Damaris unseen.

     This is how songs are woven from dreams,
     This is how songs rise to sing!"

(Dreamheart modulates the music up to a new key as she includes each element of the song fully developed now, all together.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Performed with feeling, this gift of love,
     Given each time someone sings.
     Faenella's blessings resound from above
     When the song rises to sing!

     When the song rises to sing."

(Dreamheart repeats the triumphant chorus as the refrain fill the area again.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And it takes...
      
     Some cool silky water from Eluned's streams,
     A fire-filled touch from Tamsine's hearth,
     The caress of Hav'roth's best work that gleams,
     And the kiss of a breeze from Damaris unseen.
      
     This is how songs are woven from dreams,
     This is how songs rise to sing!"

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "This is how songs are woven from dreams,
     This is how songs rise to sing!"

Dreamheart smiles joyfully at the song's finish, infused with an inner glow.

Dreamheart says, "And song was born, and lived in the souls of both those bardesses -- who suffered too much for it."



Dreamheart says, "Well, then, another special song for someone that I met only a few weeks before their comet went blazing across the sky."

Dreamheart says, "During one of those concerts, in fact."

Dreamheart says, "This song is called "The Dreamer" that I present to you."

(Dreamheart closes her eyes for a moment as she pauses, then the introduction of the song begins with sweeping chord progressions. She is immersed in the song.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "A Dreamer walked paths that few could see,
     Blazing a trail in the shade of need.
     Answering the call of dreams unveiled,
     Fervently answering any who would heed."

Dreamheart smiles carefully as the powerful music swells under the melody. The mood of the song is urgent and restless.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The Dreamer's pilgrimage led to paths so faint,
     Walking tirelessly to the ancient goal,
     Revealed now in this cleared trail for all,
     The dream became the Dreamer whole."

(Dreamheart's fingers now fly into the passionate refrain of the song ...)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "O Dreamer . . .
     In your pulse pounds the passion for your call,
     In your blood flows gifts to persuade us all.
     In your heart lives fiery essence primordial
     And with each breath stirs faith's unfailing windfall."

(Dreamheart builds the music to a daring climax that is both beautiful and soul-searching.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "O Dreamer . . . your soul's intensity 
     Is the beacon that lets us see --
     The tower that inspires our destiny.
         These are the dreams that set us free,
         These are your dreams that you gave readily."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "O Dreamer, keep dreaming your dreams for me."

(Dreamheart lets the last chord hang in the air as she looks up and plaintively sings again:)

Dreamheart chants in an alto voice:

    "O Dreamer, keep dreaming your dreams for me."

(Dreamheart gazes over your head somewhere, lost still in the power of the song as the music fades away. With a touch of her hand to still the strings, it is quiet.)

Dreamheart smiles and curtsies gracefully.



Dreamheart says, "Not all songs I sing are serious. Most are, but one day, after spending an entire week locked away in my library with..."

Dreamheart says, "that thrice-damned Prophecy, I came out and in utter desperation, penned this."

Dreamheart winks.

Dreamheart says, "I am sure at least some of you have heard of the Prophecy of the Three Deceivers."

Dreamheart raises an eyebrow.

Dreamheart says, "While we waited in some powerful Nexus of events that we were powerless to stop, Tezirah, a Sorceress and Moon Mage who was executed centuries ago for dabbling in magics better left untouched, sent us a Mirror Wraith with the Prophecy. Evidently she was warning us what is going on."

Dreamheart says, "Well, she sort of warned us."

Dreamheart smiles and winks as she emphasizes SORT OF.

Dreamheart says, "Anyone who has read it can plainly tell you that there is little in the Prophecy that speaks clearly. After many years, citizens of the Realms were STILL trying to figure out what it means, and how to avoid the doom that powers unknown wove around us."

Dreamheart exclaims, "Now that the prophecy supposedly has come to pass, we are still about as clueless as we ever were. Who or what were the three deceivers? Who was kidnapped, and where, and oh, the mind boggles at the doublespeak involved!"

(Dreamheart puts her hand to her forehead in a sweeping, melodramatic motion.)

Dreamheart says, "So I offer to you, my esteemed audience, my 'Ode To Tezirah'. For those days when I was just too tired to deal with any more of this Prophecy business."

(Dreamheart begins a playful sounding ballad on her instrument. There is a dangerous twinkle in her eye.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Sing out, you witch of moons gone by,
     And tell us if you can, just why
     You send a wraith,
     To test our faith,
     When cryptic words won't clarify."

Dreamheart smiles dramatically and seems to catch your eye as the music softens somewhat.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Three Deceivers, you said as words true,
     Are out for a romp in shades of blue.
     Even asleep,
     I would notice the creeps,
     Skulking around shivering in that hue."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "So, please, allow me to get this straight,
     You spout forth words yet obfuscate
     Your sorcerous past?
     High Treason alas!
     Why should we trust what you relate?"

Dreamheart rolls her eyes.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Sing out, you witch of moons gone by,
     Just spill the beans and testify
     To what you meant
     In verses sent
     We're weary of guessing who, when, and why!"

(Dreamheart nods her head empatically while she picks out a sliding echo of notes high on the strings, resulting in a rhythmic but humorous overtone.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "So lend an ear, send your worthless crony,
     There are other venues for this baloney.
     Try the gweth--
     Babble there with the rest,
     Vague words are the cover for any old phoney."

(Dreamheart gestures offhandedly and shrugs between well timed strums on her instrument.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Now every would-be scholar pores
     Over all seventeen verses of yours--
     Deceivers blah-blah,
     Fate-weavers, bah bah,
     This is as fun as the usual lores."

Dreamheart exclaims, "17...?!"

(Dreamheart mouths a huge yawn and glances up. The music crescendoes under her pretense of boredom, though . . .)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Sing out, you witch of moons gone by,
     Don't cover the facts in rhymes so sly. 
     Too many verses,
     An audience curses,
     A bard knows to quit while attention is high!"

(Dreamheart nods knowingly at the music's climax. There is no pause as her voice slides again over the playful melody of the refrain.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Sing out, you witch of moons gone by,
     Breathless we wait for your reply!"

Dreamheart smiles mischeviously and winks as the music finishes.

(Dreamheart curtsies gracefully with a sweeping gesture.)



Dreamheart says, "Now, for a little quieter song."

Dreamheart says, "Some people wear their heart on their sleeves. I wear mine in music."

Dreamheart says, "This is Windsong. It is a song of Passage, of Passages."

(Dreamheart begins to pluck broken chords on her instrument. The music is slow and there is a haunting sound echoing on the strings.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The breeze stirred first at dawn's very hour,
     Coaxing warmth to spread with sunshine.
     The soft winds carressed each budding flow'r,
     And made leaves tremble on the vine."

(Dreamheart's fingers pluck the strings of her instrument with a steady series of broken chords, lending the music depth without volume.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And waking thus from night's cold sleep,
     To the warming gentle wind,
     Rose the dawn in colors deep,
     And so entranced, did day begin."

(Dreamheart smoothly transfers the energy of the song into the chorus. A sweet, unforgettable melody marks the change in the song.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "You were the wind that blew in the morn,
        And I, the trembling leaves,
        That received the boon that day born
        Each breath nearer a dream's weave."

(Dreamheart plucks out the broken chord patterns that marked the beginning of the song on the instrument again. The moody music builds under the stanza.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The wind shifted lightly and boughs bent
     Swaying in the steady breeze,
     Brushing past leaves now intent,
     A dance of shadow and light to please."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And warming thus through noon's full light,
     With the swell of blooms aloft,
     The whispering wind soared in height,
     And then descended to nestle soft."

(Dreamheart hums slight pickup notes into the refrain, moving the change of the melody smoothly into the refrain.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And you were the wind that blew through the day
        And I, the swaying bough,
        That danced with you and bid you stay,
        Giving up no promise nor vow."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Such gentle breezes paused to rest
     In the afternoon of a time,
     And while they slept, a stranger crept,
     To pluck the fruit from a ripened vine."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And rising thus, to evening's sun,
     The breeze flurried about in need,
     But no answer from, the wooed one,
     Met any of the windsong's pleas."
 
Dreamheart shakes her head.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And you were the wind that I denied,
        And I, the faithless vine,
        Felt not for all your dreams belied,
        The last sip now of bittered wine."

(Dreamheart closes her eyes.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "And you were the wind that followed the sun,
        And I, watched while the dusk grew dark.
        The blaze of stars a glorious passage from
        The sadness of your world grown stark."

(Dreamheart glances out to the back of the room.)

Daerlynn winks at Tishilla.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "You were the wind that blew in the morn,
        And I the lucky leaves and bough.
        Now blow again, in another dawn,
        Go dance again from cloud to cloud."

(Dreamheart stills the strings on her instrument and lifts her eyes over the audience, gazing westward, repeating the unforgettable refrain one last time, a capella.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "You are the wind that blows every morn,
     You are the gift that once again is born."



Dreamheart says, "Since this is a dance floor, and I promised not to sing my catty song..."

(Dreamheart's fingers begin coaxing out an intricate set of broken chords. The lowest notes provide a slow, rolling rhythm for the rest of the notes. She closes her eyes and draws a breath. As she opens them, she begins to sing, her voice is clear, the melody haunting.)

Dreamheart says, "The Dance is Over."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Your charming smile enchanted me ....
     The dance I'm sure was meant to be ....
     I gave it all I had, now

       Why
           can't
                 you?

     The dance is over, "Hentor abu."

(Dreamheart slows the tempo down and the mood of the music turns melancholy as the verses begin to unravel the story. She sings quietly, in the lower range of her voice; the warm low tones are full without being loud, vibrant without being too husky or deep.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Step apart, the music's done now,
     This is time for your parting and bow.
     Alone again after all this time,
     The dance we shared was ever -- ever so fine."

(Dreamheart's instrument continues to provide a slow, provacative rhythmic beat under her voice.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Cheek to cheek, I followed my heart's beat,
     Your intricate steps led my willing feet,
     In to the realm of baited breath,
     And shattered dreams now that -- now that you've left."

(Dreamheart's music flows into the beautiful fingerings of the haunting opening refrain again as she smiles slightly and raises her voice. She sways slightly with the music.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Your charming smile enchanted me ....
     The dance I'm sure was meant to be ....
     But then you turned from me and

       I
          can
               tell

     The dance is over, "Fare thee well."

(Dreamheart softens the dramatic mood as she lowers her voice to sing the rich melody of the verse.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Step apart, the song is over,
     We moved as one in the dance's power.
     Spirits soared when pulses roared,
     But then you left my life and walked -- walked right out the door."

(Dreamheart raises her head and with it the haunting refrain comes again easily to her almost smiling lips. The fingerwork on the strings increases, building under her song.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Your charming smile enchanted me ....
     The dance I'm sure was meant to be ....
     It was high time to stop the

       Ca-
           rou-
               sel!

     The dance is over, "Fare thee well."

Dreamheart hums sadly to herself.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Your charming smile enchanted me ...
     But now it is a memory ...
     Let me remember every

       Dance
              with
                    you

     The dance is over, sweet adieu."

Dreamheart hums to herself.

(Dreamheart breaks the constant rhythm of the notes suddenly and pauses for a moment. Playing the memorable refrain one last time, she sings, far quieter than before...)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "This dance with you my dreams would
      
       Not
            fore-
                   tell

     The dance is over, "Fare thee well."

(Dreamheart lowers her head after holding on to the last note. The fingerings on the strings fade out. After a long moment, she opens her eyes again and stands with a soft smile.)

Dreamheart stands up.
(Dreamheart curtsies in a sweeping and graceful curtsy to the audience.)



Dreamheart says, "Well, all the other songs have been for someone."
Dreamheart says, "Let me close with the song Mother wrote for me, and sang me to sleep with as early as I can recall."

Dreamheart calmly sings in an alto voice:

    "Lulla softly, sweet babe,
     Close your eyes now and sleep.
     I leave Phelim's blessings
     'round each of your dreams."

(Dreamheart's fingers pluck out a flowing broken chord under the simple and sweet melody.)

Dreamheart calmly sings in an alto voice:

    "This day is now o'er, 
     And nightime draws nigh,
     Sleep ever so peaceful
     Sleep close by my side."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Sleep, sleep, 'til morning is come,
     Sleep, sleep, 'til dawn brings the sun.
     Sweet dreams await thee, I know they will be,
     And rise on the morrow to share them with me."

Dreamheart smiles gently and closes her eyes.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Lulla softly, my dreamer,
     Close your eyes now and rest.
     Damaris cloaks you
     For this night's dreaming quest."

(Dreamheart raises her voice slightly, but keeps the tones pure and true.)

Dreamheart calmly sings in an alto voice:
 
    "Moons tower o'er us,
     Stars twinkle on high,
     Sleep ever so sweetly,
     Sleep close by my side."

Dreamheart quietly sings in an alto voice:

    "Dream, dream, 'til morning is come,
     Dream, dream, 'til moons chase in the sun.
     Wrapped now in the power of this lullabye,
     Sleep ever so deeply, sleep close by my side."

(Dreamheart looks down at her instrument as she bows her head over it for the final arppeggio on the strings. The music lingers in the air for a moment before falling still.)



Dreamheart says, "OK, one more song. This song is one that has been handed down from generation to generation of Dreamweavers."
Dreamheart takes a seat.
Dreamheart says, "I do not sing it often, the reason will become apparent."
Dreamheart says, "If you are near the one you love, it would be a good time to snuggle close."

(Dreamheart draws her beautiful instrument onto her lap. Touching it softly, you hear a lingering play of soft music, strung together with a slow but deliberate dancing beat.)

Dreamheart says, "The song is simply called Sunset. It is a celebration of love, of lovers."

Dreamheart gets a rosewood psaltery aged to a time-worn patina from inside her silver-hued bag.

(Dreamheart bows her head quietly over her instrument as the introduction plays. When it is done, she raises her eyes back to you, and begins to sing.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Easily, he slides across the sky,
     Horizon to horizon,
     Til only sunset's colours left identify
     Lights last enticing passion."

(Dreamheart sings each phrase carefully, never straying from the music's pulse.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "He is Night --
                 and Dark,
                           he comes,
      
     Drawn to where she rests.
     Silken wisps coloured deep and spun
     Across the sun -- the Light attests."

Dreamheart smiles softly, glancing in the eyes of the audience. The music bridges into a melodic refrain that is faster, more upbeat.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The sunset's passion awaits each eve,
     Beyond coral and violet skies,
     Cradled by the boundless sea,
     She tarries there for you to rise."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "She tarries there to glance your way
     Starscaped shadows from your path unfold
     A second look and passion's ballet-
     The dance begins in crimson, in gold."

(Dreamheart sways slightly with the music's rhythm. She ritards the tempo slightly, but with building emotion.)

(Dreamheart glances back to an empty spot behind you somewhere.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Unfailingly, she spreads her limbs,
     The horizon all aglow,
     To embrace him with alyzarin
     Where radiance meets shadow."

(Dreamheart lifts her face and closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, a warm smile lights her face and she sings...)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "She is Light --
                    and in the Dusk,
                                    arrives,

     Pulled to meet him there.
     Colours meet and mingle that contrive
     To paint her flush -- and light the air."

(Dreamheart plucks out the notes on the strings, more intricate as the music revisits the melodic refrain, deliberate and faster.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "When sunset's passion comes each day's end,
     Celebrating in glorious skies,
     Wrapped as silken clouds attend
     She tarries there for you to rise."

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "She tarries there for your caress,
     Bursts of colour mark the sunset's glow.
     Flames ignite and luminesce
     Breathless, the duet shines in copp'ry yellow."

(Dreamheart builds steadily to a crescendo as the song continues.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "Assuredly, hues intertwine
     With the coming dark,
     And merge complete against sunshine
     The flash of beauty rare and stark."

(Dreamheart pours her voice into the flow of the music.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "They are Right -- 
                       Together,
                                One,

     Bound from dusk to dawn, and so
     Where they meet, the dark and the sun,
     Their gift to us, the sunset's glow."

Dreamheart smiles and her whole face lights up with feeling.

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "The sunset's passion fades from view
     As stars twinkle against indigo skies
     Cherished by the dark she loves,
     She tarries there for you to rise."

Daerlynn gnaws on her lip.
Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "She tarries in your arms all night,
     Your dreams and hers as one.
     The secrets of Dusk's last light,
     A dance in passionate colors spun."

(Dreamheart moves with the slowing music.)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "She tarries in your arms all night,
     The chill against the warm.
     But know until the dawn's first light
     This night is not yet done."

(Dreamheart sings, the sweet melody lingering and memorable as it edges up...)

Dreamheart sings in an alto voice:

    "She tarries in your arms all night,
     Until the morning's sun."

Dreamheart smiles at the song's conclusion, letting her fingers dance on the strings of the instrument in a brilliant climaxing run.

Dreamheart leaps to her feet!
Dreamheart puts her psaltery in her silver-hued bag.
Dreamheart curtsies.



(Ruppi strides to the middle of the dance floor and bows formally to the assembled audience, sweeping the elegant violin in his hand behind his back.)

Ruppi smiles confidently as he tucks the well polished instrument under his chin. With a gentle tap of his boot, he slowly draws his bow across the strings. His haunting refrain seems to ebb and flow about your ears, urging you to dance closer.

(Ruppi begins to play faster. While his fingers glide across the fingerboard, a rising vibrato scale leaps from his violin. You recognize the melody as an entrancing Gypsy folk tune once heard in your youth.)

(Kithria weaves her way closer to Ruppi, seeming to be unable to resist his alluring song. She removes a golden silk scarf from her neck and drapes it across the neck of his violin, all the while staring intently into his twinkling eyes.)

Kithria stares deeply into Ruppi's eyes.

(Ruppi's song is silenced. He laughs quietly and pulls on the scarf, drawing her hand into his own. The violin is tucked deftly into his satchel as he sweeps her into a dance.)

Ruppi puts his violin in his suede satchel.
Ruppi puts his bow in his suede satchel.
Ruppi holds out his hand and invites Kithria to dance.

Ruppi swings Kithria out then spins her right back into his arms.

Kithria dances lightly across the dance floor with Ruppi. In one sinuous motion, Kithria arches her back and kicks high, then executes a little leap, landing catlike in a jingle of toe bells.

Kithria dances a lively jig!
Ruppi dances a lively jig!

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

(Ruppi and Kithria bound into an energetic half-step jig. While their feet beat a rhythmic tattoo upon the floorboards, they send flirtatious winks and smiles to each other across the room. Gradually they draw closer and Ruppi extends an arm in invitation. Kithria pulls him with a laugh into a close embrace.)

Kithria lays her head on Ruppi's shoulder as they dance. Ruppi lifts Kithria up high into the air and twirls with her!

(Ruppi rests his hands on Kithria's waist, supporting her for a moment while she catches her breath.)

Ruppi twirls Kithria gracefully across the dance floor.

Kithria smiles joyfully while spinning again and again under Ruppi's arm, her feet moving still to the hypnotizing effect of his song.

Ruppi dips Kithria dramatically then pulls her back into his arms.

Ruppi steals a kiss from Kithria as they sway across the dance floor.

Ruppi smiles lovingly and hugs Kithria to his chest as the dance ends. He kisses her brow before turning to the audience and bowing in his finest courtly manner.

Ruppi bows.
Kithria curtsies.
Ruppi bows ceremoniously to Kithria.
Kithria curtsies demurely to Ruppi.

Guest Descriptions


Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
She has grey eyes, shoulder length wavy auburn hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is in her prime for a Human.
She has a tattoo of faint blue bite marks on her right wrist.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a shimmering calavarite circlet, a softly clinging gown of swirling silk that rests elegantly off the shoulders, a delicate enameled oval locket, a silver-hued bag, a wren feather pick and a tear-drop crystal earring.



Skirmisher Anish Bhimadevi, a Prydaen.
He has cat-slitted amber eyes, a shoulder length thick blue-black mane that is loose, and black fur.
He is young for a Prydaen.

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

He is holding a bone in his right hand.
He is wearing a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a troll-claw necklace, a journey pack, a black leather split-strap sword belt with silver inlays and some jet black leathers.



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 some white watered-silk dancing slippers with twining silk ankle laces, some beaten silver toe bells, a delicate silver anklet hung with tiny mirrors and clear crystal bells, a shimmering watersilk pouch clasped with a delicate crystal bard charm, some deep blue chain patterned in silvery-white steelsilk with dazzling stars entwined among hemlock blossoms, a platinum wedding band engraved with two lovers reaching for each other, a delicate silver rose ring, a softly clinging white watered-silk gown with a long flowing skirt, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a grey gossamer cloak that flows over the shoulders and trails down the back like twilight mist, a silvery spidersilk satchel accented by some pure white swan feathers, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells and a clear crystal circlet hung with miniature star-shaped diamond bells.



Scout Arfthron Blackslay of Elanthia, a Prydaen.
He has cat-slitted black eyes, a cropped amber mane, and blue-grey fur with black points.
He is young for a Prydaen.

He has minor scars about the head, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the chest, severe scarring and ugly gashes about the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back.

He is wearing a maple longbow, an ash longbow, a studded leather breastplate, some reinforced gloves, a sturdy backpack, some reinforced vambraces, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some fitted burgundy leggings, a hip pouch, some tall boots, a herb pouch, a leather sheath, an ornate scabbard, some reinforced greaves, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and a beret.



Blackavar Alaireketh, a Rakash.
He has blue eyes, shoulder length fine black hair that is tied back, and pale skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a long shaggy beard.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a twisted cambrinth armband in his right hand.
He is wearing a pilgrim's badge, a supple black leucro hide pack clasped with a gleaming silver fang, a deep purple monkshood blossom, a black oak amulet carved in the shape of a wolf, a full length black velvet riding cloak with silver clasps, a milky opal leopard bauble, some deep ebony leather boots with engraved silver toe caps, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a gleaming silver helm, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a full-sleeved black doublet with silver-hemmed slashing which reveals a finely woven white linen shirt beneath, a pair of gleaming silver gauntlets, an articulated blued-steel weapon harness with interlocking plates engraved with the form of a regal lion, some full plate armor, a flea necklace, a hand-hammered silver pin inlaid with the onyx silhouette of a ruby-eyed wolf, a dark crimson spidersilk hip pouch clasped with a silver wren charm, a lumpy bundle and a sjatmal gwethdesuan.



Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
She has jade eyes, shoulder length straight brunette hair that is tied back, and pale skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a soft white leather pouch with a pearl-inlaid clasp, a carved silver pick, a hip pouch, a delicate white gold wedding ring entwined with a lover's knot cradling a harp, a Bardic Soul Knot hair-clasp, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, some lace stockings, a dagger thigh sheath, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a harness, a green cotton skirt, some full plate armor, a gold-chased woodwind case, a carved cherrywood pick, a visored helm, some mail gloves, a scale aventail, a sturdy green backpack and a small bronze badge cast in the shape of a gladiola.



Devas Sebastianne, an Elf.
He has silver eyes, cropped silver hair, and ebon skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a regally trimmed mustache on his upper lip and a long bristly goatee.

He has faint scuffing to the neck, tiny scratches to the right arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the abdomen.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a dashing black fedora with an engraved silver band, a walnut longbow, an ivory linen swordsman's shirt with blackworked cuffs, a smoky black tapestry mantle with a sable collar, a black leather split-strap sword belt with silver inlays, a hip pouch, some double chain mail, some ghoulskin boots colored pale grey splotched with sickly green, some black satin slim pants, an ebony journey pack, an ebony thigh bag and a red jasper hound bauble.



Madrigal Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard.
She has dark eyes, long curly black hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a fiery red rose with licks of flame for petals on her shoulder.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glass of plum wine in her right hand.
She is wearing a vivid green satin rosette, a bronze brooch, a green brocade dress, an emerald green mantle, a small black velvet pouch trimmed with scarlet satin, a garnet phoenix charm tied on a scarlet silk chain, a red braided silk choker hung with a garnet Saemaus' Kiss rose, a large sack, some thin-soled velvet slippers with spiraling straps, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a carved pick, a belled anklet, a belt of heavy beaten gold medallions etched with a sunburst design and linked with tiny brass bells and a stone tankard painted with a phoenix.



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

She is wearing an onyx-inlaid light crossbow, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a tin boobrie trinket, some azurine padded hunters adorned at the yoke with a V-shaped pattern of iridescent blue boobrie feathers, a platinum cloak pin in the shape of a lyre, some fitted black wolfskin trousers, a storm grey greatcloak with a mantle of blue boobrie crest feathers spread over the shoulders, a leather aventail, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, a pristine white surcoat embroidered with a warrior maiden singing to a sleeping dragon, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a cerulean blue pouch, a gold-banded lapis lazuli locket, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, an antique gold engagement ring set with a heart-shaped alexandrite of shifting hue, some calla lily earrings with pearl accents, a cheery azure cookie bag, a silvery calf-hide moneybelt embroidered in gold thread, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a carved pick, some hip length white calfshide boots, some blue wool socks, a white swordsman's shirt with flowing sleeves and long tapered cuffs, a cerulean blue lute case embellished with elaborate gold embroidery, some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles, a golden libation caddy with an embroidered flap, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a cerulean blue scabbard, a small linen sack embroidered with comical chickens, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a stiff leather cavalier hat with a proud blue boobrie crest feather plume, some reinforced hide gloves and a lumpy bundle.



Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling Moon Mage.
She has crystal green eyes, shoulder length curly black hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
She is a tartsnatcher for a Halfling.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing some golden hunting leathers, a brass ox trinket, a dangling onyx ox charm on a silver chain, a sturdy backpack, a soft midnight blue velvet rune pouch embroidered with silvery stars, a hammered copper ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a woven silver choker sprinkled with dark emerald teardrops, a softly-draped sleeveless white silk tunic, a lightweight green silk bodice with full elbow-length sleeves, a jade green spidersilk skirt with frothy white batiste petticoats, a glass moon trinket, a tin shadowling trinket, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a wooden ring carved in the shape of a curled mouse and a diminutive cambrinth welkin.



Battle Rager Gurt Blarlslurt of Elanthia, a Gor'Tog Barbarian.
He has dark eyes and pale green skin.
He is young for a Gor'Tog.

He has tiny scratches to the neck, tiny scratches 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 right leg, cuts and bruises about the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, cuts and bruises about the chest area, cuts and bruises about the abdomen, cuts and bruises about the back, faint scuffing to the right eye.

He is wearing a ebony longbow, a brown leather haversack, a jade green backpack, a silver star-shaped wedding ring set with a deep blue moonstone, some fitted black wolfskin trousers, a gold amulet bearing the crest of the Barbarian Guild, a coffin-shaped cut glass pendant edged with tiny black pearls, a cocoon woven from shimmering pearlescent spiderweb strands, a pair of wire spectacles with pale green lenses, a brass Human trinket, a monogrammed belt pouch, a wide leather Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, a battered cloak dyed in a green camouflage pattern, a shoulder satchel, some reinforced hide gloves, a set of full leather armor reinforced with ironwood bark and an ebon leather cowl shadow-embroidered with emerald-eyed panthers.



Isembard Isimbard, a Human Bard.
He has ale-brown eyes, shoulder length straight golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is fairly young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.

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

He is holding a glass of hafwa stout in his right hand.
He is wearing a dashing black fedora with an engraved silver band, a surcoat, a rich sable coat, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a carved dragon-engraved pick, a hip pouch, a tiny nightingale charm, some light violet breeches, a lyre-shaped kilt-brooch, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lavender leather sheath, a lavender blue neckband, some polished black leather boots with gold-trimmed leather tassels, a lavender blue ear-stud, a smoky topaz ogre bauble, a thigh pouch, a blue medium case, a sturdy black backpack, a lapis lazuli wren charm and a maple short bow.



Storyteller Jenkz Monttoya of Elanthia, an Elf.
She has violet eyes, very long wavy honey hair that is braided, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of a dark nightshade weaving its way through a delicate circlet of hemlock blossoms on her right ankle.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a leather cowl, some reinforced hide gloves, some black and grey-brindled leathers, some dark silver spectacles with moss-tinted lenses, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, a pale spidersilk backpack, a shifting black and grey cloak embroidered with small leaves and dark foliage, some soft silvery weepers, a silver Elven filigree bracelet, a braided ivory ring bearing the crest of the Bard's Guild, a tin Elf trinket, an artfully crafted pin of silver and gemstones depicting a fae gathering, an obsidian Poet bauble, a black satin bodice laced with silvery velvet threads, some billowing silvery silk trousers, a silver mail belt with dangling clusters of exotic silver coins, an elaborately braided ceremonial spidersilk sheath, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a witch ball, a sturdy spider pouch, an engraved pewter lockpick case, some beaten silver toe bells, some black leather chopines embossed with whorling silver stars, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a set of thirteen slender crystalline chimes inset with filigreed silver animal charms and a carved hemlock crossbow with a darkened silver boltplate.



Busker Karnian Kendrior, a Halfling.

You cannot make out his features with the clothing he is wearing.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a caramel pecan tart in his right hand.
He is wearing a curved drop-trigger crossbow, a forester's crossbow, a curved drop-trigger crossbow, a pitch-black mask, some brass-studded leather dueling gauntlets with gilt-edged tooling on the cuffs, some azure hunting leathers, a supple brown leather bandolier, some goat-hair socks, a goat-hair backpack, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a miniature temple drum ear-stud, a bard blue busker's shirt, some bard blue tweed trews, a carved dark blue pick, a carved onyx Poet bauble, a delicate gold necklace with a small book charm, a small dragon charm, a worn golden medallion, a silver ring engraved with the image of a moon and sun, a bard blue scroll pouch, a goatskin pouch, a long goat-hair sheath, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip and a long dark hooded cloak.



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

He is wearing a black leather split-strap sword belt with silver inlays, some polished black leather boots with silver buckles, a rough amber staff, a shadowy black mystic's robe elegantly embroidered around the hem with the three moons of Elanthia, a set of pale hair beads carved to resemble twisted skeletons, a platinum thumb ring set with fragments of a shattered blue diamond, a midnight blue cloak of finespun silk that drapes over the shoulders and trails elegantly down the back, a black leather mask, some midnight black gloves and an ebony journey pack.



Aes-Danai Kithria Dustdanser, an Elven Bard.
She has jade eyes, long wavy honey hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her leg.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a darkened chain balaclava adorned with an iron dragon circlet, some silvered chain gauntlets engraved on the cuffs with lutes and wandering rose vines, a thigh quiver, a red jasper unicorn bauble, an embroidered cloak of twilight jade fastened by a white gold clasp in the shape of a snow leopard, a gown of softly billowing jade silk fitted at the waist by a delicate girdle of latticed gold wire and pearl drops, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a golden ring set with a sapphire carved in the shape of a winged dragon, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a tiny pale yellow honeysuckle, a dragon's heart ring, a delicate silver locket dusted with sparkling black opal chips, some scarlet enameled toe bells, some gold ribbons, a shimmering scarf of pale golden silk that is wrapped loosely around the neck and over the head, a midnight blue leather satchel embroidered with a rising golden sun, a white gold wedding band carved in the shape of a ring of flames, an opal-studded choker with a tear-shaped emerald dangling from a gossamer cord, a carved silver pick, a long mesh weapon harness, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a delicate forged silver amaryllis on a curling brass stem, some tiny crystal rose earrings, some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps and some chain.



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 holding a silk fan in her right hand and a glass of plum wine in her left.
She is wearing some silver steel-rimmed spectacles, a black agate ring inset with a cambrinth shark, an onyx ring inset with a cambrinth scorpion, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a smokey black satin ribbon, a red garnet scorpion bauble, a belled anklet, a sandalwood parchment case engraved with the great balance superimposed over the symbol of the Cleric's Guild, a fringed prayer shawl, a snow white wreath, a pristine white silk rosette the color of an unshadowed snowfield, a white velvet ribbon, a dove-grey gossamer skirt, a mist grey arm pouch, 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, some fringed leather sandals, some glittering snowflake filigree earrings, a heavy silver charm bracelet, a heavy grey baladrana with silver embroidery trim, some finely embroidered ivory clerical robes, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a carved onyx dragonfly bauble, a frosty lazurite ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, 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, some mail gloves, a silver gilt hauberk, a worn leather book bag bearing the crest of the Asemath Academy, a soft white linen sack clasped with a carved lapis lazuli albatross, a small strap-worn rosewood writing desk, a cambrinth armband carved into the shape of interlocked leaping dolphins, a set of thirteen slender crystalline chimes inset with filigreed silver animal charms, a fragrant sirese bloom and a pilgrim's badge.



Traveler Lithiriope Wynnslet of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader.
She has hazel eyes, long wavy white hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
She is young for a Gnome.

She has faint scuffing to the left leg.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a chocolate crackle in her right hand.
She is wearing a tawny brown cotton handfasting cord adorned with carved teak beads, a tooled leather coat, a copper pig trinket, a suede belt purse tooled with the image of a smiling yak, a silver cloak pin embellished with a flawless diamond, an elegantly cut fawnskin cloak draping gently across the back to display a dappled pattern so vivid that it seems painted on, a milky opal Gnome bauble, a deep coral geranium, a small dragon charm, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a red garnet ox bauble, some mini leather legguards, a black tabard embroidered with the image of yaks dancing around a bonfire, a target shield, a fine mesh backpack, some dark steel-rimmed spectacles, an intricately carved shortbow, a lumpy bundle, some reinforced gloves, a brown yak hair sweater knitted with the crest of the Trader Guild, a dangling onyx ox charm on a silver chain, some low scarlet suede boots with polished ebonwood heels, a full black wool skirt with a wide red suede belt and an ebonwood caravan care kit set with long jade veins etched to resemble blades of grass.



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

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

She is holding a red rose in her right hand.
She is wearing a waermodi gwethdesuan, a maple short bow, a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard, some reinforced hide gloves, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a misty dreamstone ring shot through with veins of silvery-white cambrinth and inset with sparkling gems representing the four Elanthian moons and the sun, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a polished silver cloak pin inset with a swirled indigo star, a deep black pouch stitched with silver constellations, an obsidian armband inset with a pattern of crystal stars, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Moon Mage's Guild, a black satin bodice laced with silvery velvet threads, an ink black linen shirt embroidered with three rising moons, a delicate silver medallion embedded with moon-hued gems, some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps, a glittering silver belt of moons and stars linked with tiny jade bells, a night-black spidersilk pouch with delicate lace webbing stitched in silver thread, a dyed leather telescope case, a raven black silk rosette the color of Katamba's waning face, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage guild, an elegant hairnet made from platinum wires interspaced with cambrinth flecks, a jet-black silk garter accented with a tiny ruby heart pierced with a diamond arrow, a black leather ankle sheath, a jet black fur-lined scabbard, a necklace with a silver eternity knot dangling from the chain, a thigh quiver, a glossy black ring set with a tiny crystal star, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and some full leather armor.



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

She has a constant twitching in the right arm, an occasional twitching in the right leg, some faint scars along the left hand, a clouded left eye.

She is holding a cup of Tanglefoot's tea in her right hand.
She is wearing a braided wicker shield painted with a ram, a polished silver bracelet engraved with a blooming rose, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a silver earcuff engraved with ivy vines bearing deep emerald leaves, a bronze and cambrinth earring carved into the shape of an ox horn, a cambrinth albatross pendant suspended from a green satin ribbon, a silver ivy leaf pendant strung on a long silver chain, a diadem formed of an emerald teardrop on a twisted silver chain, a tarnished silver ring engraved with an oddly stylized Empath's guild crest, a delicate silver rose ring, a silverwillow ring carved in the shape of a charging ram, a polished steel band inlaid with darkened steel ravens in flight, a leather ankle sheath, an indigo spidersilk robe embroidered with an iridescent butterfly, a rose quartz Halfling bauble, an obsidian Warrior Mage bauble, a smoky topaz butterfly bauble, a citrine butterfly bauble, a brass Empath trinket, a copper ram trinket, a dark indigo harness, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, an ivory and jade plaid kilt fastened with a silver ivy wreath pin, a raspberry pink bag, a woven silver choker sprinkled with dark emerald teardrops, a delicately carved ivory pin, a brushed silver cloak pin inset with a twisted crystal cebi root, a dark indigo apron, a small ankle pouch with an embroidered strap, a silver-edged dark spidersilk pouch, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a forest green suede hip pouch embossed with entwined ivy leaves, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, an indigo gem pouch, some spidery silver-rimmed spectacles, a dark green bodice embroidered along the edges with silver ivy leaves, a radiant Hodierna mask, a cambrinth armband carved into the shape of interlocked leaping dolphins, a tattered black burlap satchel faintly embroidered with assorted herbs, a violet iolite coyote bauble and a deep indigo haversack.



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

You are wearing a white cotton shirt, some pleated red wool breeches cross-gartered from ankle to knee, a silverwillow ring carved in the shape of a charging ram, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Glythtide, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Nalina Xenadrath of Elanthia, a Prydaen.
She has cat-slitted violet eyes, a long thick black mane that is braided, and glittered black fur.
She is young for a Prydaen.

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

She is wearing some ring mail, an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some black suede slim pants, a serpentine bronze tailband, a softly-draped silver silk tunic, a silver-threaded cashmere cloak clasped at the neck with a scintillating ruby rose, a silver catkin chain, a silver thigh pouch, a drum pouch, a leather sheath, some chain greaves, a silver grey journey pack, some dashing sable leather thigh boots with wide cuffs, a lumpy bundle and a waermodi gwethdesuan.



Ruppi Drinkale, a Halfling.
He has green eyes, short straight golden brown hair that is braided, and rosy skin.
He is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
He has a long, narrow elegantly trimmed goatee.
He has a tattoo of a swirling braid of black and purple encircling his wrist. Above that a majestic ram's horn spirals up on his forearm.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing some oiled leather armor reinforced with darkened steel plates and spiked guards, some hand-tooled black leather pants with silver coins fitted over the side seams, an ebony leather vest with fine silver stitching and silver filigree buttons, some tarnished silver spectacles with dull obsidian-tinted lenses, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a storm grey watered-silk shirt with an open neckline and billowing sleeves tapering to the cuff, a polished ebony instrument case with a large silken shoulder strap, a soft black ankle sheath fastened with finely crafted animite buckles, a pilgrim's badge, a fragile black diamond rose, a double leather duelist's sword belt, a black leather belt hung with an odd assortment of carved ivory goblin heads, a silverwillow ring carved in the shape of a charging ram, a polished silver flask, a cracked ivory button, a braided silk and leather sling, a belted leather baldric adorned with an antiqued silver ram's head buckle, a thickly quilted silk minstrel cloak patterned with overlapping circles of deep azure and silver, a brushed suede satchel braced with thin rods of beveled ironwood, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a white gold wedding band carved in the shape of a ring of flames and a beribboned medal enameled with the proud crest of Zoluren.



Rogue Sapphyr Bright-Eyes of Elanthia, an Elf.
He has crystal blue eyes, shoulder length straight golden hair that is tied back, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.

He has tiny scratches to the chest.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a glass of taffelberry punch in his right hand.
He is wearing a dark blue spidersilk pouch, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a coral anklet, some supple amber-hued leather boots embossed with white dragons, some cerulean blue dueling pants embroidered in gold with wandering vines around the waist and cuffs, a ice blue cloak with a mountain scene painted on the back, a white silk tabard woven in silver with the emblem of the unicorn of Hodierna, a silver kathla of ten expertly enameled plates that depict events surrounding the life of Hodierna, some azurine padded hunters, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, a golden wire pendant twisted to form a spiral cradling a glass sphere, an ebonwood wristcuff with a sapphire-eyed ebony panther, an azure belted leather baldric fitted with a burnished silver crescent moon buckle, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a cambrinth ring, a sapphire mongoose pendant, a mist grey thigh bag, a dark indigo sack, a cambrinth ring, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a sturdy deep azure traveler's pack depicting an elaborate nocturne and a cerulean blue swordsman's shirt with golden foliate embroidery on the cuffs.



Tahatia Euall, a Human.
She has jade eyes, cropped russet hair, and pale skin.
She is young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a delicate heart nestled within a pretty red bow with the words "Get Lost!" stitched onto the trailing ribbon on her shoulder.

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

She is holding a pint of Grek's ale in her right hand.
She is wearing a long burgundy pouch embroidered with a gold-inlaid silver flute, an ivory silk shift stitched with delicate pale blue irises, a soft pink satin ribbon, a vivid yellow daffodil wrap with an attached pair of wire butterfly wings, a silver armband etched with the Silvergrae crest and laced with silver-grey ribbons, a thigh quiver, a midnight black harness, a soft velvet knapsack sewn with dozens of tiny colorful beads, a brushed platinum wedding ring set with a glass orb clasped by two cut dragons, a pair of pale violet satin dancing slippers tied with crisscross satin laces, an emerald engagement ring, an iridescent windfish-scale haversack, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a hip pouch, some golden augmented mail, some polished chain gloves with a wave pattern worked into them in blue steel links, a pebbled chain balaclava and a ebony longbow.



Storyteller Teminesca A'aliar-Djais of Elanthia, a Halfling.
She has crystal green eyes, shoulder length curly golden hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a pig-shaped taffelberry lollipop in her right hand.
She is wearing a rich multi-colored handfasting cord adorned with an etched copper band, a glittering quartz nose stud, an elegant cream lace veil adorned with colorful ribbons and fine embroidery, a filmy skirt of black gauze over crimson silk set along the hem with tiny beaten gold disks, a small black ribbon, a glass crab trinket, a soft gold suede garter with a ruby phoenix buckle, a sea bag, a hip pouch, an anklet of gold crabs linked by their lollipop-clasping claws, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a spidersilk arm pouch accented by random gold threads and a ruby crab clasp, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a black leather bullwhip, a delicate gold necklace with a small Bard Guild crest charm, a silver cloak pin embellished with a perfect pearl, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a simple golden locket, a silver spiral earring set in the center with a tear-shaped star sapphire, some scarlet enameled toe bells, an alabaster cameo ring inset with a single ruby chip, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a braided gold wedding ring set with a ruby-inlaid wren in mid-flight, a lockpick case engraved with three crabs and a turtle parading up a painted mountain range, a dingy white hooded longcoat embroidered with winged dragons, an ebony journey pack, a flowing cream dress with embroidered wildflowers along the hem and a gold sash, some tight-fitting leathers and a flowery pink blanket.



Pathfinder Tsarenzi Muinoskyl of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Ranger.
She has slitted crystal green eyes and golden scales.
She is young for a S'Kra Mur.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a banded acanth quarterstaff, a forest green hip pouch trimmed with gold embroidery along the edges and clasped with a trio of tart shaped buttons, a platinum medallion with a braided platinum chain, a jade dragon anklet, a gold pin in the shape of a musical note, a slender leather wristband studded with miniature brass sleigh bells, a sleek platinum sword-shaped badge inscribed with the words "Remember, the sharp end goes out", a yellow ribbon, a platinum badge trimmed with a small cluster of iridescent ribbons, a forest skirt, a bright orange and gold ironwood leaf, a shimmering golden cloak, a long black gamantang embroidered in dark grey thread with a labyrinth pattern, a vivid green satin rosette, a jade green journey pack, a small conch shell, an ebony ring carved with the Ranger's guild crest, a silver pin shaped like a musical note, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a silver tailband engraved with mystic sigils, a leather cuff embroidered with the words "No Ranger stands alone.", a tiny gold jester's scepter pin, an emerald pin, a simple jet black harness traced faintly with something in dark ink, a cambrinth ring with a black ironwood setting shaped like a dragon, an emerald ring with a sleeping dragon curled protectively around the Rangers Guild crest, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pristine white silk rosette the color of an unshadowed snowfield, a smuggler's black leather moneybelt, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a silver dragon head amulet with emerald green eyes that seem to blink sleepily, a delicate gold rose ring, a dark leather tail sheath, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a jade green foraging apron, a silver wire dragon earring that curves in a gentle arc, a small leather badge with a gold medallion, a deep black pouch sewn with many useful pockets and tiny sheaths embroidered with a raging dragon in Elven silk, a leather belt quiver with the Ranger Guild crest intricately tooled across the front, a grass-green flaxen anklet, a maple longbow, an amber pin in the shape of a musical note, a makeshift pin formed from small splinters of wood, some midnight black moccasins, some etched copper toe bells, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a golden emerald-inlaid pin in the shape of a musical note, a smoky topaz S'Kra Mur bauble, a silver crescent moon pin inlaid with tinted nacre, some pure white leathers, a deep green leather mask decorated with tiny feathers, some reinforced hide gloves, a big warty nose, a cloak pin in the shape of a tiny gerbil holding an unfurled purple flag, a delicate brushed gold armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers and a wolf pin.



Madrigal Xaphira Vonara, 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 has faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a bronze brooch, an emerald green mantle, some jeweled brocade slippers with golden tassels, a full-skirted brilliant emerald silk gown, a simple pewter charm bracelet, an etched Bard crest pin, a sack, a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with a tiny silver keg, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, some hammered gold toe bells, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a silverwillow wedding band, a bronze medallion stamped with the image of a flying wren, a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a stamped copper tankard and a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild.



Attendant Ysabeau D'avalynne, an Elven Empath.
She has amber eyes, very long fine white hair that is loose, and pale skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, some beaded white velvet slippers, a white silk robe shot through with ice blue threads, a diadem formed of an emerald teardrop on a twisted silver chain and a whimsical crystal engagement ring.

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