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:
"Our
pain shatters our shell of self-restraint
Confirming bold this malicious aristocracy
One
reaches dawn's light by treacherous night
Dark
councils plot the blood of conspiracy"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Now
see the rage that rises unrestrained
Their
unfettered blood we feast and strike
The
Mother mourns the stain upon our soul
Dwarf
King's head flaunted high upon a pike"
Glimmerglass smiles grimly as she glances up with a
mocking glint in her eyes. Striking two
hard beats on the mandolin, she returns to the refrain without a pause.
Glimmerglass regretfully 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 nods slightly, stilling the strings of
the mandolin gently as she bows her head.)
(Glimmerglass quietly returns the mandolin to its
case)
Glimmerglass closes her medium velvet case.
Glimmerglass slides a carved black pick off her
finger.
Glimmerglass puts her pick in her traveler's pack.
Glimmerglass asks, "Now...let me tell you a
tale, eh?"
Glimmerglass casually observes the area.
Glimmerglass asks, "How many of you recall the
opening of Shard?"
Glimmerglass says, "There was a time when Melear
spoke of the coming of Stormwill tower...and the making of the storm that is
always kept in check by her vigil."
Glimmerglass says, "Rayth was there and heard
the tale."
Glimmerglass smiles at Rayth.
Rayth nods.
Glimmerglass says, "He shared it with me, and
the tale burned within me."
Rayth stands up.
Glimmerglass says, "For many nights I dreamt of
it...until I saw it whole in my vision."
Glimmerglass nods to Rayth.
(Rayth crosses quietly to where Glimmerglass sits)
Glimmerglass says, "Aye, come join me"
Rayth takes a seat near Glimmerglass.
Glimmerglass just touched Rayth.
Rayth smiles at Glimmerglass.
Glimmerglass says, "We thought to make a gift
for Melear..."
Rayth opens his small case.
Rayth gets a satinwood violin from inside his small
case.
Rayth gets a lapis-inlaid bow from inside his
leather pack.
Glimmerglass says, "And this is what came from
it. You are the first to hear it..."
Glimmerglass smiles faintly.
Glimmerglass says, "Except for Melear. We gave the gift to her awhile ago."
Glimmerglass gets a dragon-engraved bodhran from
inside her shagreen drum pouch.
Glimmerglass gets a tipper from inside her
traveler's pack.
Rayth glances at Glimmerglass.
(Glimmerglass settles down quietly.)
(Rayth lifts the violin to his shoulder, pausing a moment)
(Rayth guides the bow smoothly through the long,
descending, opening notes in a minor key, bridged by momentarily shifting
quarter notes; the melody poignant, bittersweet, deceptively uncomplicated.)
(Glimmerglass holds her bodhran silently, quietly
listening to the solitary melody of the violin.)
(Rayth sustains the final note of the introduction,
low and subtly expectant.)
(Glimmerglass darts a quick glance at him, nodding
slightly as her hands begin to rapidly thrum the bodhran from a hushed mutter
to a crescendo of thunder within moments.)
(Glimmerglass lifts the tipper away from the
bodhran, pausing in silence for a few beats; then strikes it again against the
drum in the first emphasized note of a driving, restless pattern.)
(Rayth begins the long notes of before, blending
with the drum to awaken the piece; the violin setting the underlying
bittersweet emotion, the bodhran stirring the song's pulse with agitated
determination)
(Glimmerglass takes in a breath and sings, the first
and third lines broken into breathless phrases, the second and fourth
descending smoothly into the seriousness of her lower range.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Once lived a warrior mage with naught but lust for power
Chained
to his fierce will malignant stormcloud's glower.
Terrified screams begged mercy, but he refused to hear
When
Shard could be his through this maelstrom of fear."
Glimmerglass sings:
"Council of Mages confer, dismayed by serpent ill-hatched
Resolved
a grim summoning of Duty quickly dispatched.
While
the Storm Mage attacked, locked the Ferdahl away
For
Duty's demand unto Death, Warrior Mages obeyed."
Glimmerglass sings:
"From all compass points Mages responded in magical flow
Each falling
to a brittle ash at the Storm's death blow.
Stormcloud muttered immense power fed on their gore
The
Storm Mage gloated victorious as his power soared."
Glimmerglass sings:
"One
Mage of War considered, auburn head bowed in thought
Begged a boon of Mage of Moon for
assistance well wrought.
Tesaelynne slipped from the shade, emerald eyes swore to stay
For Duty
demanded unto Death that Kadriash must obey."
(Glimmerglass lifts her voice into the freer, higher
ranged notes in the chorus melody; the shorter phrases allowing her voice to
extend the words into flowing vocals.)
(Rayth embellishes his accompaniment to
Glimmerglass's voice and bodhran, allowing the violin to be heard more
stridently in the change of melody.)
(Glimmerglass closes her eyes to the notes of the
violin, her voice shifting subtly into an expectant hush on the verse)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Heads of silver and ember, close conspired through the night
Seeming
naught but lover's knot entwined in shadowy twilight
Falling
away reluctant as despairing touch lingered forlorn
Conceived of mage of Moon and War a desperate plan born."
(Rayth returns the melody to the sustaining notes of
the main theme, the more subtle shifting of tones enhancing each turn of
Glimmerglass' voice.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Illusionary fragments danced beneath Katamba's light
Sapphire
gaze reluctant for emerald to chance her plight.
Dark war
party prepared for the Mage a deadly gift
While silver
Tesaelynn shivered clad but in a simple shift."
Glimmerglass sings:
"Kadriash took from her silent fingers the silken thong
Bound
secure silver locks before he turned her around.
Her
cloak a Refractive Field chanting a mournful hymn
His eyes
silent upon her for Duty's demands are grim."
(Rayth takes over the melody as Glimmerglass falls
silent save for the constant drive of her bodhran. Building the tune with deft
variations, the underlying theme of fate is reinforced by the violin's haunting
voice)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Her
light tread echoed the hushed breezes wafting down
Shimmering mist slipped past grim guards girded by frowns.
Bare
feet tripped mouse quick up the cold spiraling stairs
Past
gloom the bedchamber of the Storm Mage she dared."
Glimmerglass sings:
"Tesaelynn's fingertips hesitated briefy over the latch
Words of
power chanted in less than a breathless snatch.
Slipped
within while her spell caressed a benediction
Threw open
her Moongate in flaring Crimson retribution."
(Glimmerglass returns to the chorus melody, her
voice climbing freely until the last line, which drops into a low foreshadowing
pitch.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"This nightmare vision assaulted the Mage's awakening sight:
Kadriash
bold strides through the glowing gate of moonlight
Ruby
runes smolder his blade judging the Mage must die
Duty
demands unto death the Warrior Mage comply."
Glimmerglass sings:
"The
Mage's heavy fist crumpled Tesaelynn's slender frame
Moongate
extinguished, barring others from their aid.
Storm
Mage sought distraction from Kadriash's blade -
So he
targeted Lightning ruin on the fallen silver mage."
Glimmerglass sings:
"Though Kadriash poised with ease for the fatal blow
He
paused to shield Tesaelynn in a protective glow.
Even for
Duty's Honor emerald eyes he'd not betray
Duty
demands unto Death all Warrior Mages obey."
Glimmerglass sings:
"The
Mage drew his dirk countering sword's attempt
Kadriash
evaded his lunge with scornful contempt -
Turned
chagrin as the blade fell useless from his hand
Tumbled
over the prone silver mage in fateful reprimand."
(Rayth swirls into the melody of the chorus once more,
driving and supporting the shift in energy and pitch.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"The
Mage leered suggestively this parody of tangled desire
Kicked
free the velvet blade of death into the hearth fire
Emerald
gaze awakened to realize Kadriash's peril aghast!
Not Duty
but primal feelings provoked a potent Mental Blast."
(Glimmerglass closes her eyes as her voice rises
almost stridently into her highest range, the words tumbling after each other
in echo of the chaotic climax.)
Carolein gets a mug of hot-spiced hippocras from
atop a polished mahogany counter.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Power fed on power under potent aspects of lunar might
Wail
shrieked of bondage broken from the Storm of Midnight
Howl of
agony pierced the dark as the Storm Mage vanished
Consumed
by his creation or choosing banishment instead?"
(Rayth continues the breathless pace and melody as
Glimmerglass falls silent, embellishing as he increases the intensity, a bit of
harshness creeping into the counter notes as he brings it into a swirling peak)
(Glimmerglass rolls the bodhran in two crescendoes
of thunder, then ends abruptly just as Rayth also suddenly stops, leaving
several beats of intense silence.)
(Rayth finally begins the low, long notes of the accompaniment
once again, joined by the quiet rhythm of the bodhran.)
Glimmerglass glances at Rayth.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Emerald gaze shared with sapphire bleak knowledge bare
Kadriash
traced restraining runes Duty's demands declared.
Stormwill
Tower's eternal toil keeping fettered the tempest fray
Duty
demands unto Death the Warrior Mage obeys."
(Glimmerglass pauses a few beats of the music, her
voice echoing quietly, almost hauntingly with the violin...)
Glimmerglass sings:
"The Warrior Mage obeys...."
(Glimmerglass continues the quiet pattern a few more
measures before falling silent, bowing her head contemplatively to the sound of
the lone violin.)
(Rayth returns to the moving, simple melody of the
beginning; unadorned, but eloquent in comparison to the intensity of the
previous passage.)
(Rayth slows the piece gradually, ending with a
final hushed, drawn-out note; then lifts his bow away, and lowers the violin as
the echo of the note remains.)
(Glimmerglass turns her eyes to Rayth.)
Rayth smiles at Glimmerglass.
(Glimmerglass nods quietly.)
(Glimmerglass leans her head against Rayth's
shoulder, smiling almost shyly.)
Glimmerglass puts her tipper in her traveler's pack.
Rayth gently kisses Glimmerglass on the cheek.
Glimmerglass says, "My thanks to you all. I am pleased you have enouyed it."
Glimmerglass smiles genuinely.
(Glimmerglass bows deeply to everyone)
Glimmerglass says, "You should not encourage
me. I might just sit down and keep
singing."
Glimmerglass chuckles to herself.
Glimmerglass says, "Alright, I shall do one
more. But nothing compares to the
legend of the Storm Mage."
Glimmerglass asks, "What shall you have? Would you like to hear a song of a person
who lives here in the lands?"
Glimmerglass casually observes the area.
(Glimmerglass resumes her seat)
Glimmerglass takes a seat.
Glimmerglass opens her medium velvet case.
Glimmerglass gets a black ironwood mandolin inlaid
with an ivory phoenix rising amidst coral flames from inside her medium velvet
case.
Glimmerglass gets a carved black pick from inside
her traveler's pack.
Glimmerglass slides a carved black pick onto her
finger.
Glimmerglass listens carefully to the black ironwood
mandolin, plucking the strings.
Glimmerglass says, "This is called Queirda's
Song."
Glimmerglass smiles briefly, turning with great
concentration towards the mandolin.
Raising the pick firmly, she strums an insistent chord, rapidly raising
the tempo of the strums into a hard, driving beat. Frowning slightly, she concentrates over the strings, her fingers
flying before she sings, her voice clear, almost challenging.....
Glimmerglass sings:
"Hola!"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Take
me at your peril, my love you may not survive
Castanets chant my wildness, inflaming your desire
My
demure gaze flashing hot your breath deprives
Perhaps
a bittersweet prize to possess and acquire"
(Glimmerglass sits very still, her chin slightly
upraised and eyes closing as her fingers fly into the complicated picking of
the melody, the fingers of both hands flying over the mandolin as they
challenge and support the separate notes that blend together as her voice cuts
cleanly into the almost harsh clear notes.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Papa mutters of arrangements as my girlish curves swelled
Suspecting not my errant heart was defiantly compelled
Caught
by flashing blade and deep intent eyes so bold
Concealed by midnight shadows, we eloped to wedding gold"
(Glimmerglass continues the intricate melody, the
only motion about her the continual changing of her fingers as she continues to
sing.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Ah!
My heart would still as a sparrow startled gasp escaped
Entranced by agile dance defying thin blades deadly scrape
Until a
misfortunate flash of steel, my fingers too slow to heal
Cast the
love of my heart into the void of death unconcealed"
(Glimmerglass frowns slightly in concentration as
she changes back into the rapid strumming of the refrain, allowing the tempo to
build to a driving rhythm before she allows her voice to take up the refrain..)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Hola!"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Take
me at your peril, my love you may not survive
Castanets chant my wildness inflaming your desire
My
demure gaze flashing hot your breath deprives
Perhaps
a bittersweet prize to possess and acquire"
(Glimmerglass switches back to the rapid picking of
the melody, as her voice opens into the second set of verses.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Love buried at sun's rising, slave wedding by sunset glow
Trader
with cold steel eyes reaped the hand Papa bestowed
Taught
sternly my responsibilities and proper decorum
Obediently bowed my head and followed him, my heart numb"
Glimmerglass sings:
"On
the gondola's rickety platform the terrible tragedy happened
He
stepped aside a moment to inhale his cigar once again
Plummeting
through the step to lonely death without a single cry
Widowed
again and weighed by accusation in speculative eyes"
(Glimmerglass moves smoothly into the bridge
section. Rapidly, she picked two common
bars of a strong melodic line, holding the last note momentarily before
dropping half a scale and repeating the same line. Catching her bottom lip
unconsciously between her teeth, she finishes the measure with a strong, almost
harsh downward strum on the first syllable she exclaims as she returns the
upward strum on the second.)
Glimmerglass emphatically exclaims,
"Hola!"
(Glimmerglass quickly returns to the fierce strum of
the refrain, her voice clear, almost challenging.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Take
me at your peril, my love you may not survive
Castanets chant my wildness inflaming your desire
My
demure gaze flashing hot your breath deprives
Perhaps
a bittersweet prize to possess and acquire"
Glimmerglass smiles slightly as she draws a deep
breath in preparation for the third series of verses, her fingers falling back
into the melody.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Returned to father's hold, still a maid to Papa's strong hand
Given
now in a third marriage to an old family friend
Skeletal fingers stroke frigid as they
claim to adore
His hot
avid eyes lingering on my flesh to my
horror"
(Glimmerglass glances up from her slightly opened
eyes, her expression suddenly sardonic as the clear voice continues without
pause....)
Glimmerglass sings:
"I
rose with rose glowed delight as the sun rose bright
Husband
survived not his appetites of his wedding night
Now I am
freed from the chains of smoky pride
Weep not
with sorrow from what you think I am denied?"
(Glimmerglass move without hesitation back into the
driving refrain, drawing a deep breath.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Hola!"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Take me at your peril, my love you may not survive
Castanets
chant my wildness, inflaming your desire
My
demure gaze flashing hot your breath deprives
Perhaps
a bittersweet prize to possess and
acquire"
(Glimmerglass nods slightly, the wild tempo of the
refrain slowly abating as her fingers quickly pick up the melody, the notes
moderated now into a calmer storm. Her
voice rings clearly, hitting each note with sureness.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Thrice widowed, to what now shall I aspire?
Now I
follow only the urgings of my own
desire
Seeking the path of destiny that my fate
inspires
Cross me
not, or feel my consequences dire!"
Glimmerglass smiles briefly, the expression gone
almost as quickly as it came as the harsh, insistent tempo of the refrain again
rises from her hands almost stridently.
Glimmerglass emphatically exclaims,
"Hola!"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Take me at your peril, my love you may not survive
Castanets chant my wildness, inflaming your desire
My
demure gaze flashing hot your breath deprives
A bittersweet
prize to possess and acquire"
(Glimmerglass once again closes her eyes, her
fingers rapidly returning to the odd eight count of the bridge, the clear
single notes echoing across the air, followed by the same melody repeated in
descending minor cords through two repetitions. )
Glimmerglass emphatically exclaims,
"Hola!"
(Glimmerglass confidently silences the strings of
the mandolin, an abrupt silence descending over the turbulent air.)
Glimmerglass asks, "Another?"
Glimmerglass says, "Far be from me to
disagree."
Glimmerglass says, "Well...I do need to rest at
some time."
Glimmerglass ponders.
Glimmerglass says, "I shall end up becoming
ill..."
Praise asks, "What Glimmerglass, dont tell me
you are out of tunes?"
Glimmerglass shakes her head.
Millimbar grins at Glimmerglass.
Millimbar says, "We'll pay fer the empath"
Millimbar exclaims, "More! More!"
Praise says, "Milli can be quite
insistant"
Nimuen chants in a soprano voice:
"Glimmerglass Ravenstone, dark and lovely
Give us
your song, give us your irony
Silence
will leave us bereft and sobbing
For our
hearts with each note, you are robbing?"
(Nimuen tries to start a revolution.)
Nimuen grins.
(Glimmerglass speaks simply as her fingers begin to
pick out a haunting melody on the mandolin.)
Glimmerglass says, "There is magic and mystery
in these lands for those with the eyes to see and the ears to hear. Even if the mystery is only that of a tree..."
Glimmerglass says, "I call this song "The
Black Willow Tree". Make of it
what you like."
(Glimmerglass lowers her eyes, beginning to sing
softly.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Perhaps in this shifting vision I see
Delicate
butterfly dancing with joyous eyes agleam
Serene
maid sharing a friend's sorrows over quiet tea
A
distant gaze yearning for enchantment's dream
Now
twisted grotesque as a black willow tree"
Glimmerglass sings:
"North by Northwest stands she
Soundlessly
shrieking her eternal rage free
Her
muffled heartbeat now sluggish bark
Tormented lass trapped in the black willow tree"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Assault her by scaling her easy favors
She
cannot demure in her current dishabille
But she
shudders under your despised weight
Tortured
lass of the black willow tree"
Glimmerglass smiles slightly, her voice raising
again into the gentle chorus.
Glimmerglass sings:
"Perhaps in this shifting vision I see
Delicate
butterfly dancing with joyous eyes agleam
Serene
maid sharing a friend's sorrows over quiet tea
A
distant gaze yearning for enchantment's dream
Now
twisted grotesque as a black willow tree"
Glimmerglass sings:
"Lay
your hand gentle on her trembling bark
Hark
through the whispering wails of leaves rustling
Her soul
surrounds you as her rage etches glass
Tragic
lass trapped in the black willow tree"
Glimmerglass sings:
"What befell her here I dare not spy
As I
lean my head against her and let the tears fall free
Washing
clean the sorrow of the leaves weeping clearly
Melancholy lass trapped in the black willow tree "
(Glimmerglass nods slightly, her voice quietly
returning to the refrain.)
Glimmerglass sings:
"Perhaps in this shifting vision I see
Delicate
butterfly dancing with joyous eyes agleam
Serene
maid sharing a friend's sorrows over quiet tea
A
distant gaze yearning for enchantment's dream
Now
twisted grotesque as a black willow tree"
(Glimmerglass falls silent.)
(Glimmerglass glances up from the mandolin.)
Glimmerglass says, "My thanks for all of you
coming and enjoying."
Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:
"Penaith my darling, Pentaith my love
You
stole my heart from the skies above
Whatever
shall I do now that you've said
That
given the choice, you'd rather be dead?"
Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:
"Pentaith my sweetheart, Pentaith my soul
Without
you my spirit will never be whole
What can
I do, what shall I say
When you
won't give me the time of day?"
Pentaith says, "Go away."
Pentaith folds his arms across his chest.
(Nimuen can sing under the influence of a keg of
rum. A confusion spell ain't gonna stop her.)
Pentaith says, "Remind me to miss your next
concert, too."
Nimuen sings in a soprano voice:
"Pentaith my treasure, Pentaith my babe
My knees
quiver when your staff you wave
What can
I do to make you realize
That
you're the brightest star in the night skies?"
Pentaith says, "You are quite ill."
[Later than night I stopped by the Arthe Hollow Inn
and found my old Gor'Tog friend Hulialo and my good Olvi friend Arkidies. I don't remember the exact circumstances,
but it seemed a shame to delete it]
[Arthe Hollow Inn, Dance Hall]
This low, snug hall is filled with music and
laughter at all hours of the day and night, as the village residents never seem
to lose their passion for dance and drink.
Silk streamers dyed with vibrant reds, blues and yellows drape out from
the center of the ceiling and hang down the walls. Lively music is provided by a group of Halfling minstrels, and
the heady aroma of roasted meat wafts through the air. You also see a glass of plum wine and a
banquet table with some stuff on it.
Also in the room: Hulialo who is seated, Minstrel
Arkidies, Storyteller Gueanithe
Obvious exits: out.
You listen with appreciation as Hulialo plays a
rapid melody with confident authority.
Hulialo sings in a contrabass voice:
"The
swiftly baying wolves of prey, fall back today
And when
the frost comes to freeze your soul
You know
the heat of love will
Make you
Complete."
Phrasing each note carefully, a gentle lullaby wafts
from Hulialo's ash ocarina.
Arkidies lifts Gueanithe up high into the air and
twirls with her!
With a slight lift of the shoulders Hulialo plays an
aimless carol on his ash ocarina.
Hulialo sings in a contrabass voice:
"Gentle and gentry
Muddled
and musk
We dance
from the moonlight
And into
the dusk."
With the skill of a master ollave, Hulialo plays an
aimless carol floating the notes across the air.
Arkidies holds Gueanithe close in his arms as they
dance.
Hulialo sings in a contrabass voice:
"We
dance for the fortune,
We dance
for the rain,
We dance
to lay
A claim
That
will dispel all of our
Foolish
shame."
With confident authority, Hulialo plays a rapid
melody with a contained ferocity.
Gueanithe lays her head on Arkidies's shoulder as
they dance.
Hulialo sings in a contrabass voice:
"Let
the river boldly wash your thoughts from frost and grey and shade
And love
and hugs and day and braying toothful
Beasts,
to fall upon the shores of lore
And
wind-waved fields
Of
wheat"
Arkidies dances lightly across the dance floor with
Gueanithe.
Floating the notes across the air, an aimless carol
wafts from Hulialo's ash ocarina.
As Hulialo plays his ash ocarina, a rapid melody
floats through the air with a blazing power.
Arkidies dances lightly across the dance floor with
Gueanithe.
Floating the notes across the air, an aimless carol
wafts from Hulialo's ash ocarina.
Hulialo sings in a contrabass voice:
"The
sun also rises onto the broad skies,
Petrifying our clouded stone eyes.
We see where
there's naught and we are pulled into something
Too deep
for our thought
The
existence of nothing."
You listen with appreciation as Hulialo plays an
aimless carol with the skill of a master ollave.
Arkidies steals a kiss from Gueanithe as they sway
across the dance floor.
Gueanithe steals a kiss from Arkidies as they sway
across the dance floor.
Arkidies dances lightly across the dance floor with
Gueanithe.
As Hulialo blows his ash ocarina, a flashy melody
explodes through the air with a brilliant cacophony.
Hulialo sings in a contrabass voice:
"Chaotic and whimsical, unable to contain
The
blame, you put on it...
And so
you worry and fret and pace
And
wring your hands, and snuff out the candle
You
yourself lit."
Arkidies dances lightly across the dance floor with
Gueanithe.
Bursting forth with a wailing scale, Hulialo plays a
rapid melody on his ash ocarina.
Glimmerglass Ravenstone, an Elf [back to Guest List]
She has gold eyes, very long straight brunette hair
that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a black ironwood mandolin inlaid with
an ivory phoenix rising amidst coral flames in her right hand.
She is wearing a carved black pick, a shagreen drum
pouch, a jade dragon bracelet, a jade dragon anklet, a black satin bodice laced
with silvery velvet threads, some blue satin slippers, a voluminous long tiered
skirt of bright multi-hued silk patches meticulously stitched in an intricate
star pattern, a silver filigree and cambrinth earring, a silver ring engraved
with twining moons and stars, a blue medium velvet case, a fragile raw silk
poet's blouse fastened with dainty pearl buttons down the front and ample
sleeves gathered into snug cuffs, a heavy grey baladrana with silver embroidery
trim, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a dark crimson spidersilk hip pouch
clasped with a silver wren charm, a jade armband and a waermodi gwethdesuan.
Storyteller Ailill Dreaghnean, a Human
Bard [back to Guest List]
He has jade eyes, very long thick amber hair that is
unkempt, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a flask of Glythtide's Favor in his
left hand.
He is wearing a rosewood longbow, some gloves, an
ordinary shield, an olive green backpack, a rich sable sack, some rich sable
boots, a forest green sheath, an emerald green quiver, a forest green kilt, a marqueterie
copperleaf locket, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a jadeite
gwethdesuan, a leather aventail, a long pouch, a silver key with a spider-web
design on the grip, a leather reinforced helm and some jet black fur-lined
leathers.
Scout Axegore Darksmiter, a Human [back to Guest List]
He has silver eyes, shoulder length fine black hair
that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has faint scuffing to the left leg.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a bottle of bearheart stout in his
right hand.
He is wearing a blackened steel locket, some jet
black leather pants, some reinforced greaves, an ebony wrist purse, a black
deerskin cape, a silver chain, a black leather backpack, a sturdy weapon
harness, a leather belt quiver with the Ranger Guild crest intricately tooled
across the front, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal
carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a silver ring bearing the crest of the
Ranger Guild, a silver filigree and cambrinth earring, some knee-high
moccasins, some weathered and worn black leather armor studded with yellowing
vipers' fangs, a cookie bag, a helm hideously designed like a fleshless skull,
some black leather reinforced gloves painted along the backs with multihued
scales and an ivory-inlaid composite bow.
Carolein Ariaopus, an Elf [back to Guest List]
She has crystal green eyes, very long wavy silver
hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a small honey cake in her left hand.
She is wearing a longbow wrapped in hand-tooled
leather, a walnut short bow, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a
waermodi gwethdesuan, a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a
shimmering golden harp, a waermodi gwethdesuan, an origami case, some oiled
leathers, a black leather bullwhip, a white velvet ribbon, a small velvet sack
embroidered with tumbling dice, a triskele medallion, a carved wooden wren
hanging from a soft leather cord, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Bard
Guild, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a platinum ring
bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, some ivory bone-rimmed spectacles, a
ceramic Faire rosette with two silvery silk ribbons depending from it, a forest
green rosette fastened with twin blue silk ribbons, a pair of gold filigree
earrings, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a delicate
bracelet formed of gold-dipped rosemary leaves, a double-loop gold chain
anklet, a shimmering multi-stranded gold hip chain, a lockpick case with a
detailed painting of the western mountains, a full length black velvet riding cloak
with silver clasps, a goblin skin pouch, some black riding boots with silver
spurs, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a jet black
leather skirt, some black silk stockings, a jet-black silk garter accented with
a tiny ruby heart pierced with a diamond arrow, an ebony thigh bag, a
hand-stitched traveler's pack, a beaded wrist pouch, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a
waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sable brown shoulder tube and a
carved silver pick.
Danzil Kaston, a Human [back to Guest List]
He has ale-brown eyes, short wavy dark brown hair
that is loose, and dark skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing
to the right eye.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a glass of pumpkin lambric in his
right hand.
He is wearing a glossy black crossbow, some arbelog
claw gloves, a storm grey cowl, a full-sleeved white silk shirt, some black
hobnail boots, some pleated black wool trousers, a black leather hand-tooled
highwayman's belt, a leather ankle sheath, a darkened metal lockpick case, a
blackened steel locket, a medicine pouch made from the skull and hide of a
cougar, an epidote panther charm, a linen sack with the words, "Property
of Armiger's Mansion" stenciled on it, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and
green camouflage pattern, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a weathered green
traveling cloak, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a long mesh weapon harness, a
glossy black crossbow and some full leather armor.
Dreamheart Delaevan, a Human Bard [back to Guest List]
She has grey eyes, shoulder length wavy auburn hair
that is braided, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a pint of spring ale in her right
hand.
She is wearing a pair of emerald earrings, a
tear-drop crystal earring, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather
cord, a delicate goldbark wren and panther clasp, a canvas sack, a carved
silver pick, a sling, a somber black hooded cloak, some smoke grey leathers, a
waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and a sturdy
grey backpack.
Fellishan Silver-Griffon, a Human Bard [back to Guest List]
He has crystal blue eyes, shoulder length wavy
golden hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a sturdy backpack, some reinforced
greaves, a cambrinth ring, a dagger thigh sheath, a silver chain, some white
doeskin leggings, a white dagger sheath, a white doeskin long pouch, some black
boots, a cheerful ivory ram charm, some leather gloves, a full leather helm, a
silver-edged scabbard, a leather belt, a sky-blue cape, a sky blue coat, a
white leather scroll case embossed with the symbol for eternity and an ivory
white small case.
Fizzia Fuzzlewump, a Halfling [back to Guest List]
She has blue eyes, shoulder length curly red hair
that is tousled, and rosy skin.
She is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
She has faint scuffing to the right arm, 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 a light cinnamon mask, some
reinforced hide gloves, a jade green shoulder satchel, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a
kyanite gwethdesuan, an emerald flowery jumper, a forest green wool cloak
embroidered at the edges with elaborate ivory knotwork, a forest green ribbon,
a leather cuff embroidered with the words "No Ranger stands alone.",
a chipped ceramic pin in the shape of a raccoon face, a boar charm, a gleaming
silver circlet delicately engraved with sinuous vinery, a starry white
narcissus, a pair of emerald earrings, some tan hunting leathers, a silver key
with a spider-web design on the grip, a black leather bullwhip, a diamond band,
an unicorn ring, a strand of dull amber beads, a green crystal tikka shaped
like a tiny arrow, a sorrel red doeskin belt, an amber unicorn bracelet, a jade
green thigh bag, a fine mesh backpack, a yellow velvet ribbon, a thigh quiver
and a foresters bow.
Igraine Amberthistle, an Elothean [back to Guest List]
She has crystal blue eyes, long straight blue-black
hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a leather cuirbouilli coat, a lasmodi
gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a waermodi
gwethdesuan, a bascinet, a lapis lazuli stickpin, a lapis lazuli anklet, a
wicker quiver, a large sack, some leather gloves, a hip pouch, a sturdy
backpack, some slippers, some reinforced greaves, a smoking-jacket, a cobalt
silk skirt and some black silk stockings.
Tracker Jarodi DiGiovanni, a Human
Ranger [back to Guest List]
He has black eyes, very long straight blue-black
hair that is unkempt, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars
along the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars
along the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars
along the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the
abdomen.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a bottle of light porter in his right
hand.
He is wearing a walnut longbow, some soft brown
calf-high forester's boots, a long mesh weapon harness, a leather mask, some
reinforced gloves, a willow backpack, a triskele medallion, a woven willow
gathering pouch, a wicker quiver, a grey patched cloth sack, some hunting
leathers, a lantholite gwethdesuan and a finely-woven dark wool cloak fastened
with silver-tasseled laces.
Balladeer Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a
Halfling Bard [back to
Guest List]
He has silver eyes, cropped amber hair, and fair
skin.
He is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a dragon-engraved mandolin in his left
hand.
He is wearing a fine mesh backpack, an arm pouch
stitched with a beautiful forest scene, a plain hip pouch embroidered with the
name "Kesstrell", a dark indigo coat, a bronze heron medallion, a
pair of plum wool knickers, a starry white narcissus, a deep green cloak, a
silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a sorrel red snakeskin
waistcoat, a bear-hide sheath, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild,
a rich golden sheath, a chocolate brown harness, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a
carved phoenix-painted pick, some tawny gold doeskin boots, a sjatmal
gwethdesuan, a wide copper earring, a sunshine yellow sack, a tobacco pouch, a
plumed great helm, some chain legguards, a finely woven taffelberry-dyed tabard
with the image of several grinning Halfling farmers, a carved wooden wren
hanging from a soft leather cord and a long mesh weapon harness.
Laureate Khory Deshah, a Human Bard [back to Guest List]
She has hazel eyes, very long thick strawberry hair
that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a flask of Glythtide's Favor in her
right hand.
She is wearing a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some golden
augmented mail, a crossbow crafted from fine Katamba-black wood that has been
carved to suggest the shapes of long bones, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a mist grey
vanity case, a long mesh weapon harness, a multi-faceted cambrinth ring set
with a elegantly carved pale purple alexandrite rose with a twisting malachite
stem which spirals around the ring accented with a spinel leaf, a lantholite
gwethdesuan, a crimson leather hip belt fastened with an onyx buckle, a jet-black
silk garter accented with a tiny ruby heart pierced with a diamond arrow, a
bright yellow satin ribbon, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory
roses, a black opal nose-stud, a weathered green traveling cloak, an origami
sampler sack, some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles, a delicate goldbark wren
and panther clasp, a witch ball, some fine blood-red ruby teardrop earrings, a
delicate gold rose ring, a gold-banded lapis lazuli locket, a sapphire
engagement ring, a wren feather pick, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a silver
key with a spider-web design on the grip, a slender gold bracelet made from
delicate interlocking hearts, a pale green spidersilk pouch pinned with a
golden phoenix charm, some black leather thigh boots embroidered with the image
of a phoenix rising in flight, a cut glass nightingale earring, a delicate
wristlet of pale pink roses and gardenias twined with Elven ivy, a fitted silk
bodice emblazoned with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a flowing emerald silk
skirt embroidered with golden musical notes, a necklace with a gold eternity
knot dangling from the chain, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold
satin diamonds, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, some mail gloves and a rainbowed chain
balaclava.
Lena Silverburg, a Human Commoner [back to Guest List]
She has ale-brown eyes, long wavy golden brown hair
that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a glass of orange juice in her right
hand.
She is wearing some leather gloves, a pair of
emerald earrings, a dove-grey cotton blouse, a long leather pouch cinched with
a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, some boots, a sturdy backpack, a large
sack, a flowing skirt, a grey wool hooded cloak and a white leather scroll case
embossed with the symbol for eternity.
Millimbar Natok, a Human [back to Guest List]
He has grey eyes, long thick golden hair that is
loose, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has tiny scratches to the head, faint scuffing to
the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, a constant twitching in the right
arm, cuts and bruises about the left arm, tiny scratches to the left leg, tiny
scratches to the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, deep cuts across
the chest area, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye,
faint scuffing to the left eye.
He is wearing a cotton shirt, a ebony longbow, some
cotton trousers, a blue sash, a multi-faceted crystal amulet on a thin silver
chain, a soft silvery case, a deep blue belt sack embroidered with the image of
a dragon rearing proudly over a battlefield, a leather sheath, a banded silver
albredine ring, a pale green spidersilk pouch pinned with a golden phoenix
charm and a hand-stitched traveler's pack.
Ranger Mobelia burnzyn, an Elf [back to Guest List]
She has crystal green eyes, very long curly golden
brown hair that is braided, and rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has minor swelling and bruising around the left
arm, minor scarring along the right hand.
She is holding a bottle of bearheart stout in her
right hand.
She is wearing a black leather bullwhip, a necklace
with a silver eternity knot dangling from the chain, a midnight-black wool
cloak painted with a moonlit meadow scene, a taneel'neg ring, a lumpy bundle,
full double leather, some black riding boots with silver spurs, some forest
green socks, a sleek garter made of verdant ivy twined with shimmering silver
threads, a leather belt quiver with the Ranger Guild crest intricately tooled
across the front, a willow backpack, some side-laced silk pants, a snug lace
bodice, a black suede hip pouch and a lantholite gwethdesuan.
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling [back to Guest List]
You have blue eyes, short wavy black hair that is
tied back, and tanned skin.
You have faint scuffing to the right arm, faint
scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to
the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, tiny scratches to the back.
You are in good shape.
You are wearing a maroon wool coat, a white cotton
shirt, a knotted leather belt, some grey wool trousers, a willow backpack, a
long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a
jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.
Nekayah Astyrel, an Elothean Bard [back to Guest List]
She has crystal blue eyes, very long fine platinum
hair that is tied back, and tanned skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.
She has faint scuffing to the left arm, faint
scuffing to the abdomen.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a flagon of nightbrew lager in her
right hand.
She is wearing a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a leather
scabbard, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, some pitch-black leggings, a star shaped brass
pin wrapped in silver wire, a small dragon charm, a ruby teardrop earring, a
pair of black boots, a sturdy backpack, a snakeskin wrist sheath, a lantholite
gwethdesuan, some pitch-black greaves, a heavy silver medallion surrounded by
tiny sparkling rubies suspended from a delicate chain, a small velvet sack
embroidered with tumbling dice, an ebony arm pouch, an oiled leather jacket, an
engraved gold locket, an ordinary shield, a foresters crossbow, some
pitch-black gloves and a golden leather mask.
Nimuen Wavesinger, a Human Bard [back to Guest List]
She has crystal green eyes, shoulder length wavy
golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a silvery calf-hide moneybelt
embroidered in gold thread, a silvery satin ribbon, a silver dolphin earring, a
ice blue cloak with a mountain scene painted on the back, a pale blue oval
cameo locket, a revealing frost-white velvet bodice sprinkled with pale blue
topaz shards, an elegant blue-grey gown with an airy silk train, a pair of sky
blue satin slippers tied with tiny green ribbons, a wide ivory scrimshaw
bracelet, a seafoam green linen sack clasped with a carved ivory dolphin, a
long pouch, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a shagreen instrument case
embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild and a carved pick.
Pentaith Angelson, an Elothean Moon Mage
[back to Guest List]
He has silver eyes, shoulder length thick silver
hair that is tied back, and fair skin.
He is fairly young for an Elothean.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a Sana'ati staff with an owl made of
silver perched on the top in his right hand.
He is wearing an obsidian seer's circlet set with a
polished cabochon amethyst, a silver signet ring bearing the seal of the
Celestial Compact, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Izma Ru'ef
University, a dragon ring spiraling around biting its tail, some soft black
velvet boots embroidered with intricate silver scrollwork along the cuff, a
Moon Mage sack, an elegant black cloak embroidered with the seal of the
Celestial Compact surrounded by silver runes and a black silk robe with pale
amethysts along the hem and embroidered with the silhouette of an owl.
Praise GlorySong, an Elothean Cleric [back to Guest List]
She has green eyes, very long thick amber hair that
is loose, and fair skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has faint scuffing to the left leg, faint
scuffing to the chest.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a flask of Glythtide's Favor in her
right hand.
She is wearing a silvery-white pack, a white leather
mask, an oval shield, an ox-tongue spear, a clouded green albredine ring, a
waermodi gwethdesuan, a hip pouch, some steel-rimmed spectacles, a silver ring
bearing the crest of the Cleric's guild, a starry white narcissus, a brushed
silver locket, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a delicate brushed silver armband
trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a milky glass unicorn suspended
from a fragile chain, a ring braided from silver and bronze wire, a nola'a
ring, a silver gilt hauberk fronted with white leather shaped like a unicorn
depicting a pastoral scene of the sun rising over a weary traveler as he wends
his way home, a sterling silver nose-stud, some pure white boots, a black
spidersilk weapons harness clasped with a burnished gold star, an origami
sampler sack and a shiny silver pin.
Rayth Blackmoore, a Human [back to Guest List]
He has blue eyes, long straight black hair that is
loose, and pale skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an opal circlet, an elegant black
brocade doublet with slashes revealing blood red silk lining, a small case,
some black riding boots with silver spurs, an oil-tanned kidskin pouch secured
by a heavy silver clasp, a dark polished leather pack, a leather sheath, a
platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, some black silk
hose, a sword belt made of interlocking wrought silver plates and a deep black
velvet cloak lined with luxuriant sable fur and hemmed with a row of scarlet
embroidery.
Wanderer Treical Levive, an Elf Ranger [back to Guest List]
He has jade eyes, short thick dark brown hair that
is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has faint scuffing to the left hand, faint
scuffing to the abdomen.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a pig-shaped taffelberry lollipop in
his right hand and a sticky sweet roll in his left.
He is wearing a maple longbow, a buckskin harness, a
green hip pouch, a buckskin quiver, a belt, some fur-lined boots, a golden
panther charm, a feathered charm, a jade engagement ring, a worn golden
medallion and some deep green leathers.
Zygmund Volfritter, a Human [back to Guest List]
He has grey eyes, short peppered blue-black hair
that is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has some tiny scars across the right arm, some
faint scars along the left arm, minor scarring along the back.
He is holding a bottle of bearheart stout in his
right hand.
He is wearing an ironwood buckler, a clouded green
albredine ring, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a dark linen swordsman's cloak clasped
at the right shoulder with a silver pin, a black leather scroll case embossed
with the symbol for eternity, some massive plate armor, an ancient cracked
leather S'kra Mur baldric, engraved with the grinning likeness of a fully
hooded King Cobra, a black leather belt, some deep ebony snakeskin pants, a
delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a
hip pouch, a pair of polished black leather knee boots, a ring braided from
silver and bronze wire, a medium case, a starry white narcissus, an azure
steel-rimmed monocle, a mist grey journey pack and a lantholite gwethdesuan.