Glimmerglass
Concert, 11/14/1998, Dreamheart's Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn
As transcribed by
Mykk Dalys
It has been 356 years, 5 days since the Victory of
Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of
the Crystal Snow Hare
It is currently winter.
It is very early morning.
The night winter sky is a crisp, clear, starry
black.
[Baearholt's Farmhold, Taproom]
Dark oak beams criss-cross the low whitewashed
ceiling in the taproom of Baearholt's Farmhold. In the corner, a bard sits on a tall stool playing a rapid melody
on her gittern as patrons join in a hearty drinking song and sample the quality
meads and ales for which Baearholt's is known.
You also see a narrow door, a polished mahogany counter with some stuff
on it and a menu.
Glimmerglass
Ravenstone, an Elf
Storyteller
Ailill Dreaghnean, a Human Bard
Scout
Axegore Darksmiter, a Human
Catrin Brackenfyre (sorry, no LOOK available)
Dreamheart
Delaevan, a Human Bard
Fellishan
Silver-Griffon, a Human Bard
Igraine
Amberthistle, an Elothean
Tracker
Jarodi DiGiovanni, a Human Ranger
Balladeer
Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard
Laureate
Khory Deshah, a Human Bard
Lena
Silverburg, a Human Commoner
Mirjana Jenstarling (sorry, no LOOK available)
Ranger
Mobelia burnzyn, an Elf
Nekayah
Astyrel, an Elothean Bard
Nimuen
Wavesinger, a Human Bard
Pentaith
Angelson, an Elothean Moon Mage
Praise
GlorySong, an Elothean Cleric
Ryrd Bezwewri (sorry, no LOOK available)
Wanderer
Treical Levive, an Elf Ranger
Encore:
Extra stuff:
Nimuen
having fun with Pentaith
Hulialo
tossing out random stuff
Your mind hears Dreamheart thinking, "Come one,
come all, to tonight's Concert. We start in 10 minutes at Baearholt's Taproom
and Tavern out the northeast Gate at the Twisting Trail."
Your mind hears Dreamheart thinking, "This is a
rare appearance of our very talented Glimmerglass in concert."
(Dreamheart taps her glass.)
Dreamheart exclaims, "Welcome everyone!"
Dreamheart says, "There are refreshments on the
counter for those who wish them."
Dreamheart says, "As always, the performance
this evening will be enhanced if you keep the noise down except between
sets."
Dreamheart says, "Let us have a warm welcome
for Glimmerglass' rare tatlents tonight."
Glimmerglass smiles around at everyone, taking a
deep breath.
Glimmerglass says, "Thank you all. I hope that the music finds you well."
Glimmerglass smiles gently.
Glimmerglass says, "The first song I have
chosen is one that I believe I am best known for...both for good and bad."
Glimmerglass says, "I call it the Men of the
Realms..."
Glimmerglass smiles at the listeners, a gleam of
malicious amusement apparent in her eyes as she begins the slow introduction,
her voice pitched to an almost doleful mourning.
Glimmerglass sings:
"She
looks to me so earnestly forlorn
Her eyes
brimming with tears-her hopes stillborn
"Mistress," says she, "I have searched far and
long."
"Explain to me please why these males are so wrong?""
Glimmerglass smiles mischievously, winking as she places
the hand holding the pick on her hip suggestively.
Glimmerglass emphatically exclaims, "Well, she
*did"
(Glimmerglass rapidly returns back to the music, the
pick flying along the strings in the mocking, insistant refrain. Her voice blends in with the notes of the
mandolin, a deliberate mockery underlying each clear word.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Oh
the men of the Realms, the men of the Realms
There
must surely be three or four
What men
of the Realms, are there men in these Realms?
For certainly most are more than a
bore"
Glimmerglass smiles as she slows slightly into the
innocently playful verse.
Glimmerglass mischievously asks, "Shall we be a
bit more specific?"
Glimmerglass raises an eyebrow.
Glimmerglass sings:
"The
Thief's reputation is nasty and fast
Perhaps
you seek a warm heart in his shady past
But
before you start preening, you may want to ponder
Considering where else his lithe fingers wander."
Glimmerglass sings:
"Some claim the melodious Bard is a perfect charmer
As he
sings you clear out of your armor
As you
gaze in enchantment at his musical lyre
Remember
my dear, he's a professional liar"
Glimmerglass wrinkles her nose.
(Glimmerglass picks up the mocking tempo of the
refrain, her voice swinging with sure ease into the notes.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Oh,
the men of the Realms, What men of the Realms?
To be
sure there must be three or four
Sweet
men of the Realms, give me a man of the
Realms
Pray
tell is there one who isn't a bore?"
Glimmerglass smiles impishly as she shifts slightly
to swing her hair over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with sardonic glee. The insistant notes of the mandolin continue
unabated.
Glimmerglass says, "And now for all our
majestic magical users..."
Glimmerglass sings:
"Some claim that the Moon Mage is a pathetic sight
Despite
his eyes on the stars, sometimes he is a true delight
But just
when you're certain he's unlocked your rune
He
starts muttering about clouds obscuring the moon!"
Glimmerglass sings:
"And
some claim the Cleric's a fine sort to have around
He can
raise you from the dead with a soulful sound
Beware!
That devote posture with face in the dirt
Tis a
farce! He is peering up each passing skirt!"
(Glimmerglass blinks very innocently.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"And
our Warrior Mages, so arrogent and proud
Flamboyant and cruel, standing out from the crowd
He
boasts of his prowess with wiggling fingers
But his
mirror image is only where his fond gaze lingers!"
A pained expression crosses Glimmerglass's face.
(Glimmerglass shakes her head slightly, with an
exaggerated sorrow as she again picks up the increased insistance of the
refrain on the mandolin. She glances
about the room briefly before her voice again commands the verse.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Oh,
the men of the Realm, the men of the Realm
Surely
there must be three or four?
The men
of the Realm, are there men in this Realm?
I fear
most are boys with a thirst for gore."
Glimmerglass says, "And now for the more
enlightened ones..."
Glimmerglass smiles enigmatically, the mandolin
laughing underneath her fingers.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Some claim that the Empath is spiritually aloft
His
touch so healing gentle and soft
But
beware of all that time he spends on the Green
He knows
all the latest gossip and is maliciously mean."
Glimmerglass sings:
"I've heard tales if you're lonely in the middle of the night
Taking
refuge in a Barbarian's loincloth is a girl's delight
But he's
barely housebroken and you'll get all the bills
He'll be
gone with the tides out counting his kills."
Glimmerglass sings:
"Those who seek a life of luxury and ease
May
believe the stout Trader is the one they should seize
But he's
more interested in lining his own pockets with gold
Beware!
Or you may find it's *you"
Glimmerglass raises an eyebrow.
(Glimmerglass continues to play, nodding slightly to
herself as her fingers fly into the mocking refrain.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Oh
the men of the Realm, the men of the Realm
There
must be three or four
I'll
take a man of the Realm if there one in the Realm
The
quality of males here is rather poor."
Glimmerglass smiles wryly, with a slightly lifted
eyebrow.
Glimmerglass says, "So let us now finish this
slander..."
Glimmerglass sings:
"Perhaps you'd like a Paladin couteously bold
A leader
of men but his heart is so cold
He truly
believes he is the favored of gods
You
might profane him if you gave him a nod!"
Glimmerglass sings:
"And
let's not forget our earstwhile Ranger
Claims
he's the protecter of the weak and not a danger
If you
don't mind his occassional howls at the
moon
And his
fetish with arrows you may find him a boon."
Glimmerglass smiles with a rueful look around the
listeners as she shrugs, returning to the introductory reflective melody.
Glimmerglass says, "And to return to our sweet
questioner here..."
Glimmerglass sings:
"I
finished my tale and peered about
That
girl's disappeared, full of wisdom no doubt!
But my
advice was ignored I do terribly fear
By the gods!
There she is licking somebody's ear!"
Glimmerglass shakes her head.
Glimmerglass dryly exclaims, " So so much for
quality of either gender!"
Glimmerglass smiles ruefully as she enters the final
refrain, the notes this time almost plaitive and wistful as the tempo lingers
in a slow reflective beat. Her voice
shadows the notes softly, blending her voice into the soft strum of the
mandolin.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Oh
the men of the Realms, are there men of the Realm?
Sometimes it seems I've sought high and low
A man of
the Realms, must be some men in the Realms
If you
find one please let me know!"
(Glimmerglass strikes one final chord on the
mandolin, allowing the notes hovering on the air as she bows her head
slightly.)
(Glimmerglass bows mockingly)
Glimmerglass asks, "Now that you are all
laughing, shall you hear a song about the creatures of the sea?"
Glimmerglass smiles.
Glimmerglass says, "Nimuen and I talked about
this one night. Our minds seem to work
in similar ways."
Glimmerglass chuckles to herself.
Glimmerglass says, "This is my offering of the
dangers of the sea..."
(Glimmerglass begins to sing softly, almost
dreamily, her voice calm as the gentle mandolin plays a delicate counterpoint
to her voice.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Huddled despondent round a cold fire's gleam
Cursed
men desperately clenching their poteen
Dreaming
lost eyes speak of what they have seen
The sea
maiden of silver and green"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Marine confide harsh whispers as they casually lean
Beware
the fate that befalls all who attempt to intervene
Best to
slay your mate if you see him caught between
Loving
the sea maiden of silver and green"
Glimmerglass smiles slightly as she lifts her voice
into the refrain, tripping through the almost playful tune.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Recalling the lass with laughter crystalline
Her
siren call trilling passionately serene
The
sheen of her gamine gaze as she preens
The sea
maiden of silver and green"
Glimmerglass sings:
"They whisper of her feral eyes so oddly serene
Weaving
her fatal music on a grey tambourine
Perched high
upon her coral throne such a queen
Sultry
sea maiden of silver and green"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Black scowls curse with mighty oaths obscene
But
bleak eyes still yearn for her touch supreme
Musk of
her engraved upon their souls unclean
Souless
sea maiden of silver and green"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Recalling the lass with laughter crystalline
Her
siren call trilling passionately serene
The
sheen of her gamine gaze as she preens
The sea
maiden of silver and green"
(Glimmerglass stills the lingering notes with a
casual hand, bowing her head.)
Glimmerglass smiles around, appearing a bit more
confident.
Glimmerglass asks, "You like music of the sea,
I take it?"
Glimmerglass asks, "Now that you are in all
good mood, shall I insult all the bards here?"
Glimmerglass smiles mischivously at Dreamheart.
Nekayah says, "We're used to insults."
Lena says, "Sounds good"
Lena grins.
Nekayah smiles.
Dreamheart says, "You can try..."
Dreamheart winks.
Kesstrell moves into a position to parry.
Ailill says, "gae ahead"
Axegore chuckles.
Fellishan asks dryly, "Why break the
habit?"
Catrin cackles!
Kesstrell grins.
Ailill says, "I'll jes drink more"
Glimmerglass says, "Ah...I do it so well,
however."
Glimmerglass grins.
Rayth chuckles at Fellishan.
Praise grins.
Glimmerglass glances at Fellishan.
Fellishan smiles cheekily.
Glimmerglass says, "I have not written your
song yet, Fellishan. You should take a
care."
Glimmerglass looks thoughtfully at Fellishan.
Fellishan winks at Glimmerglass.
Praise cackles!
Fellishan laughs!
Glimmerglass smiles broadly.
Ailill says, "satire is a fine forged
blade"
Praise says, "wise to head Glimmerglass's warnings
Fellishan"
Glimmerglass says, "He laughs. "
Dreamheart says, "And that sounds more like a
challenge than a warning ... at least to a bard."
Glimmerglass chuckles to herself.
Dreamheart winks at Glimmerglass.
Fellishan says, "Don't I know it"
Glimmerglass says, "Well, here is a morality
tale in a way."
Glimmerglass says, "Tis called the Duel of the
Bards."
Glimmerglass smiles.
Glimmerglass says, "Some of the bards think I
take great delight in pointing out their weaknesses. "
Glimmerglass grins.
Glimmerglass says, "They certainly should not
give me so many stories to exploit!
This tune is of two bards who were so.....enthralled, shall we
say?....with themselves that they quite forgot themselves in their pride. "
Glimmerglass smiles mischievously, drawing the pick
lightly across the mandolin, drawing a single chord from it.
Glimmerglass says, "Tis called "The Duel
of the Bards.""
(Glimmerglass begins to fingerpick a teasing array
of notes that gradually form the melody.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Round the winter fire, oft this tale is told
Of two
bards each certain his own voice was gold
Kyrill
of Haven and Braieth of southern Shard
Always
in competition as their songs clashed hard"
Glimmerglass smiles faintly as she continues to urge
from the instrument the mischievous melody.
Glimmerglass sings:
"This envy of the other was certainly unjustified
But any
award one won left the other unsatisfied
As
honor's weight caused every breath to be conscribed
At every
chance they would glare at each other and jibe...."
(Glimmerglass grins slightly, glancing up as she
moved into the stacatto, compelling chorus.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Ricki tika tee, diddledum de dii
The best
in the lands, my voice no one can deny
Ricki
tika tee, diddledum di due
All with
an ear can hear I'm much better than you!"
Glimmerglass smiles slightly, her eyebrow raised in
mock question as her fingers return to the quick melody.
Glimmerglass sings:
"With each passing year how their ill temper grew
Each
award the other flaunted striking ire anew
Burdened
by ribbons and metals and brassy bangling
About
them all prayed for an end of the
constant wrangling."
Glimmerglass sings:
"On
the Common Green as arms flailed close to blows
Arguing
who the best bard is as everyone should know
A
tattered boy frowned at his flute as him they spied
He lay
down his reed and mockingly cried...."
(Glimmerglass raises her eyebrow mockingly as her
fingers fly back into the stacatto beat of the chorus.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Rikka tika tee, diddledum de di
Your
voices are as harsh as a crow's death cry
Rikka
tika tee, diddle dum de dext
Fat
waddling fools without a reason why!"
Glimmerglass smiles as she again returns to the
melody, strumming rapidly.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Kyrill and Braith struck speechless at this grave affront
Their
fame so ridiculed with words so carelessly blunt
In swift
accord they joined in an impulsive wager
The best
voice to seize all awards minor and major"
Glimmerglass sings:
"About them the crowd gathered as a huge gleaming heap
Of
precious awards garnered as a miser's keep
Standing
erect for the first time with easy breath away
They
noticed not as they prepared to play"
(Glimmerglass again returns to the stacatto refrain,
her voice ironic along the sharp plucked notes of the chorus.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Rikka
tika tee, diddledum de dest
Let the
people judge now of this fine contest
Rikka
tika tee, diddledum de du
Finally
we shall see who is better than who"
Glimmerglass smiles mockingly as she glances up
quickly, her fingers returning to the rapid notes of the melody.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Kyrill stepped up opening his throat wide
His
fingers on the strings recalling the ocean's tide
The
weeping audience listened to passion denied
Hushed
to a wondering silence satisfied."
(Glimmerglass nods slightly, her light voice easily
slipping through the melody.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Not
to be outdone, Braieth's violin sears the air
His
voice stroking the notes of a lullabye most fair
Invoking
wistful dreams of childhood's wonder
The
crowd caught their breath with an estatic shudder"
(Glimmerglass lightly returns to the chorus, this
time her voice softening, almost questioning on the rapid notes.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Ricki tika tee, diddledum de di
The best
in the lands which voice will they deny?
Ricki
tika tee, diddledum de di
All with
an ear can hear I'm better than you!"
Glimmerglass smiles almost sadly as she glances down
at the mandolin, watching her fingers wander through the melody before
beginning to sing again.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Both bards regarded the circle posturing proud
But the
youth smiled chuckling aloud
Raising
his simple flute he began a new tune
Divine
notes weave a tale of rapture haunted by ruin"
(Glimmerglass nods slightly, strumming the mandolin
gently as she continues.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"All
eyes acknowledged awed the victor's smile
The god
revealed contemptuously viewed the gaudy pile
Swirled
smoke and he was gone with prize but blackened bone
Two
bards of defeated pride stand most alone"
Glimmerglass smiles slightly, her fingers again
returning mockingly to the hard stacatto of the refrain, her voice striking the
notes of the refrain cleanly.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Ricki tika tee, diddledum de di
The
music is not a gift safely defied
Ricki
tika tee, diddledum de dee
Mute
bards humbled from inspiration denied."
(Glimmerglass smile as she draws a last flourish
from the mandolin, allowing the final notes to hover in the air.)
(Glimmerglass stretches her fingers out carefully.)
Glimmerglass says, "Now, let me see. I have insulted all the males, and the
bards."
Glimmerglass glances at Praise.
Glimmerglass says, "I do believe it is the
cleric's turn."
Glimmerglass smiles.
Glimmerglass smiles a bit impishly as she turns her
attention to the mandolin, fingerpicking a spritely melody. Raising one eyebrow slightly at the
audience, she begins to sing, a laughing note in the clear words.
Glimmerglass sings:
"A
cleric went out hunting on a holy morn
Against
his oath of peace, took his weapon along
Had a
fine time killing creatures here and there
But on
his return home met a huge angry bear"
Glimmerglass smiles slightly as she glances up,
continuing to fingerpick the rapid melody.
Glimmerglass sings:
"One
look at that bear and wild eyed you would see
Cleric
looking more like a ranger as he swarmed up a tree
The bear
sat and growled as he climbed out on a limb
He cast
his eye to the gods singing this
hymn"
(Glimmerglass rolls her eyes significantly at the
heavens as she takes on a clerical expression, changing to a delicate, almost
reverent strum along the strings.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Oh
my god did you not deliver the virtuous from evil?
Do my
hands not give peaceful benedictions fair?
I have
been your servant in all ways that you
will
If you
can't help me please don't help out this bear!"
Glimmerglass smiles as she leans over the mandolin,
concentration evident in her features as she again return to the rapid
fingerpicking of the melody.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Well, that cleric sat up in that tree most of the night
Waiting
for the gods to assist him with their holy might.
Then
that limb broke free and cleric tumbled down
Madly
groping for his blade before he struck
the ground"
(Glimmerglass strums the mandolin quickly, the notes
dancing across the air.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"He
hit the ground slicing right and left in heroic fight
But the
bear embraced him with a hug a bit tight.
The
sharp blade lost as the bear kissed him grim
Cleric
cast his eyes to his gods groaning out this hymn"
Glimmerglass smiles impishly, her fingers dancing
over the strings as they coax out the spritely refrain, her voice again taking
on an almost scolding clerical air.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Oh
my god did you not deliver the virtuous from evil?
Do my
hands not give peaceful benedictions fair?
I have
been your servant in all ways that you will
If you
can't help me please don't help out this bear!"
Glimmerglass smiles mischievously, her eyes gleaming
with amusement as she glances about.
Glimmerglass casually observes the area.
Glimmerglass asks, "And do you wish to know
what happened next?"
Glimmerglass raises an eyebrow.
Glimmerglass chuckles.
Glimmerglass says, "You can always count on the
cleric..."
(Glimmerglass grins broadly at the audience,
hesitating a theatrical second before returning her attention to the mandolin.)
(Glimmerglass returns to the strains of the melody,
slowing the tempo slightly as she savors the moment before she resumes singing,
her voice reflective over the notes.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Oh
cleric most holy, all would with good heart agree
He
preaches of peace and of temperance be
A wise
teacher tenderly guiding his flock
Though
his twisted scarred smile appears to mock"
Glimmerglass smiles up from the mandolin, picking up
the tempo slightly, almost mischievously. With a quick toss of her head, she
swings her hair back over her shoulder,smile, she shakes her hair over her
shoulder, singing playfully.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Some eves, he has a wild gleam in his eye
As he
reflects on the day he was sure he would die
Relates
the tale of escape as he fingers the drape
And
strokes the fur of his warm bearskin cape"
Glimmerglass winks.
Glimmerglass smiles slightly, concentrating on her
fingering as she strums gently the strands of the final refrain.
Glimmerglass sings:
"The
gods deliver the virtuous from evil
And my
hands give benedictions fair
I am
their servant in all ways that they will
With
grateful thanks for not helping the bear"
(Glimmerglass bows slightly, laughing.)
Glimmerglass says, "The last two are very
historical."
Glimmerglass smiles at Pentaith.
Pentaith says, "Wonderful."
Pentaith smiles.
Glimmerglass says, "I thought that would please
him."
Glimmerglass chuckles to herself.
Glimmerglass glances at a black ironwood mandolin
inlaid with an ivory phoenix rising amidst coral flames.
Glimmerglass casually observes the area.
Glimmerglass smiles at Nimuen.
Glimmerglass dryly asks, "Most find the elves
of the mountain clan to be incomprehensible.
Why cannot these ones be happy, they ask? Why is so much held within?"
Glimmerglass says, "Perhaps they have never
been enslaved for generations as the Dwarf King did these people. Denied the sun and lightness of light, is it
any wonder that the seeds of bitterness and depair were planted? A ruler such as Morganae was
inevitable....and so was the uprising at Night's Vigil...."
(Glimmerglass nods slightly as the mandolin obeys
her urging, a compelling introduction begining to surge from the instrument.)
Glimmerglass says, "Listen....and perhaps learn
what happens to such a people when forced to grievous actions. For the legacy of this slaughter and stain
linger on, even unto today."
(Glimmerglass bends her head over the mandolin,
falling silent as the music strengthens and captures the attention of the
listeners. Glancing up with a distant expression, her soft voice joins the
mandolin's song, her usual careful ennunciation casually discarded for the
flowing accent of the mountain elves, the words almost alien in the ears of the
listeners.)
Glimmerglass harshly sings:
"Never to forgive, never to forget
Never
shall our betrayed trust be mended
Night's
Vigil saw innocence forever drowned
Morganae
wears vengeance gold crown splendid"
(Glimmerglass glances down momentarily at the
mandolin as her fingers fly almost of their own volition across the strings,
pulling forth a strong, almost accusing melody.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Flowers cursed unfurl in blighted bloom
Without the sun, what type of beauty?
Our
light and songs sown to bleak despair
Hope
snuffed a guttering candle sooty"
Glimmerglass painfully sings:
"Our
fists beat bruised rank betrayal
Ancient
tales of valor shamed unbrave
Chance
pity of stranger lays the passage coin
Blind
sight mocked broken in pauper's grave"
Glimmerglass smiles faintly, her expression an
enigma as the pace changes abruptly to the strong refrain, her voice soaring
over the firm notes of the mandolin.
Glimmerglass emphatically sings:
"Never to forgive, never to forget
Never
shall our betrayed trust be mended
Night's
Vigil saw innocence forever drowned
Morganae
wears vengeance gold crown splendid"
(Glimmerglass closes her eyes as she returns to the
melody, the music appearing to compel her voice.)
Glimmerglass sings: