Isembard Concert, 1/5/2002, Daerlynn Concert Series II, Arthe Hollow Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 367 years, 197 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Amber Phoenix.
It is currently summer and from here you can only see that it's daytime.

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

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

Guest List

Bard Isembard Isimbard, a Human

Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a Dwarf
Ciston Moolah of Elanthia, a Human
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Tale Singer Elena Dariel, a Human Bard
Feral Giona MacLugha of Elanthia, a Human
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean
Warder Ingwe Eregion of Elanthia, an Elven Paladin
Jadesin
Jannita Mersong, a Prydaen Cleric
Tale Singer Jayalyn Still-Waters, a Human
Kaedan Nethral, a Prydaen Bard
Minstrel Lemack Grenezeal of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Jester Lethargy Silkyfingers of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Novice Lindariel Hithui, an Elven Bard
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Myntern Rindulas, a Human
Nystarn Al'draena of Ilithi, an Elven Bard
Oogelbie Picterschlogen, a Gnome Bard
Novice Orsla Wyfheart, a Gor'Tog Barbarian
Dancer Persephonea Agustra of Elanthia, a Human
Brother Qaton Aletheo, a Gnome Cleric
Razzleberrie Dalure, a Halfling
Jester Retalq Motoyo of Elanthia, a Prydaen Bard
Gypsy Ridelle Bewarned of Therengia, a Human Bard
Shenney Morynna, an Elven Bard
Syrath Bahlahnck, a Dwarf
Drifter Thyric De'Shadow, a S'Kra Mur
Valynn Aerhe, an Elf
Taleweaver Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard
Dancer Xaphira Vonara of Zoluren, an Elothean Bard
Dancer Zazu Turning'leaf, a Prydaen

Set List

(intro)
What's in a Name?
The Ferdahl's Garden
The Tragical Sonnet of the Maid and the Janitor
What Bard's Do Best
Drinkin' n' Whistlin'
Orsla's Song
Angiswaerdo
My Therengian Fancy -or- An Ode to the Road
"Prydean Fashion"
I'll Keep You Company

Concert

Ridelle gets a glass of Aesry Island Tease from atop a pink-checked cotton cloth.
Bubbinster asks, "When does the big flop, er, I mean, Gale's concert start?"
Ridelle takes a sip of her Tease.
Nystarn just arrived.
Bubbinster winks at Isembard.
Oogelbie giggles.
Isembard says, "real soon I think"
. . .

Thyric quietly says, "I almost missed this concert"
Thyric quietly says, "I havent missed one yet here... didnt want to start now."
Heston says, "Gale, you've brought the rowdiest crowd I've ever seen."
Shenney says, "Tis Gale's talent"
Syrath says, "Gale is one-a t' best."
. . .

Heston chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "May I introduce Gale Isembard!"

(Heston pushes Gale to the center of the room)



Isembard smiles and takes the "stage".

Isembard says, "Hey ya'll thanks for coming out tonight...(coughs)....y'all have to excuse my wheeze, I gotta touch of the weather I fear...(Wheezes).....(Hacks)...."

Isembard sneezes.

Isembard says, "By way a' introduction..I be Jeremy Galen Isembard, or J.G. Isembard Esq. formally, though just "Gale" to my friends."

Isembard says, "and my mandolin is named "Bill"."

Isembard grins like an idiot.

Isembard teasingly says, "Though surely many of you remember me better from my role as "Bernice the Wood Troll" from Daerlynn's inspired comedic masterpiece involving a certain libidinous Innkeeper's daughter."

Isembard smiles crookedly.

Isembard says, "I'll try not too embarass the name of Isembard too cruelly here tonight, as my dear ol' departed Mum, Corinthia, (may she rest ever peace'ably), ask'd me not to smear the family name in public."

Isembard says, "Yep,..she preferred me to do that in private for the most part."

Isembard nods.

Isembard gets a sturdy pine casket labeled "Dear Ol' Mum" from inside his suede haversack.
Isembard drops a sturdy pine casket labeled "Dear Ol' Mum".
Isembard gazes at a sturdy pine casket labeled "Dear Ol' Mum".

Isembard meekly asks, "Didn't ye Mum?"

Isembard gets a sad expression on his face.
Isembard sneezes.
Isembard clears his throat.

Isembard exclaims, "'Gale', she'd say, "try not to make your father look bad with yer caterwaulin! Someday you'll inherit the family estate, and when you do,...you'll need to try'n remember ter water it twice weekly!"

Isembard smiles crookedly as he places a pathetic little shrubbery labeled: "Isembard Family Estate-DO NOT TOUCH" carefully on the floor next to his mother's casket.

Isembard says, "So enough about me...Lemme get ol' Bill outta her to meet y'all and see what he has to say ter'night to all ye goodly folks."

Isembard gets a mandolin from inside his suede haversack.
Isembard moves a mandolin to his left hand.
Isembard listens carefully to the mandolin, plucking the strings.



Isembard says, "This one I call "What's in a Name?". I wrote it to help explain why folks call me "Gale"."

Isembard happily sings in a tenor voice:

    "I'm aimin' to clear up this confusion, I wanna set things straight,
     Cuz' up 'til now the most oft-ask'd question I get of late
     Is why do they call yer Gale? Who's that guy I don't see him in the room?
     Well Gale is the name me friends use for me, yet I answer to Isembard too."

Isembard happily sings in a tenor voice:

    "Most folks say: "Hey Isembard!" Well ya see Isembard's me family name,
     We all have titles, we all have honorifics, and fer me its jus da same.
     Some folks have nicknames, others an alias, A.K.A if'n ye hearin' me say,
     Whate'er 'tis, whate'er 't does, as long as it keeps the loan collector away!"

Isembard winks.

Retalq's countertenor and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Glad ta Meetcha! How do ya do?! Well met friend! Do I know you?
     I'm Jeremy Galen Isembard! Isembard Isimbard if you'd rather...
     What's in a Name? Helps me shift the blame,
     When the loan shark's man comes a lookin' fer me to maim!"

(Isembard saunters about the stage, shuffling about like some kind of kid on his first night away from his folks!)

Isembard happily sings in a tenor voice:

    "Some of my friends, and others too persist, they ask me, others insist,
     Yer to big fer yer britches with that big name like a list!
     Well be that as it may, That is my name if I do say,
     Me Mum and me Da both gave it to me on my birthday."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Once when walking down a long hall of mirrors all hung,
     Where decisions are made before any songs were sung...
     I entered my name on the slate and what...was it taken by fate?
     Suddenly I couldn't be me?....Oh Great!"

(Isembard pauses and gasps dramatically!)

(Isembard sucks on his pinky finger like a dufus!)

Isembard says, "Yeah...like, whatevah."

(Isembard gestures dismissively at the thought.)

Isembard confidently exclaims, "I'll Keep my name forever!"

Isembard nods.

Retalq's countertenor and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Glad ta Meetcha! How do ya do?! Well met friend! Do I know you?
     I'm Jeremy Galen Isembard! Isembard Isimbard if you'd rather...
     What's in a Moniker? You'll wanna be sure,
     To duck out when the tax man's come in the door."

Isembard smiles and he skips about the stage like a whimsical school-girl!

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "So that's me story of how I got this handle, less I should dismantle,
     Some day I'll hope not to have this nametag. Until that day I'll hold a candle.
     I'll jus' keep 'splainin': I'm not who you think I'm just Galen!
     I'll answer to either, but me friends call me Gale and do so without failin'"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "But just keep in mind, that a fake name can sure help ya,
     On down through history, Mages, Sorcerers n' Spies all will tell ya,
     Seems like the worst sorts will hide their true name....
     Worst sorts did I say?"

Isembard covers his mouth with his hand.
Isembard shrugs.
Isembard teasingly says, "well maybe, but I'll A.K.A just the same...."

Retalq's countertenor and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "I'll A.K.A just the same!"

Retalq's countertenor and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Glad ta Meetcha! How do ya do?! Well met friend! Do I know you?
     I'm Jeremy Galen Isembard! Isembard Isimbard if you'd rather...
     What's in a Nomme de Plume? Not much I assume,
     But useful when the ex-wife's in the room!"

Isembard glances about with a blank look on his face.
Isembard searches around for a moment.
Isembard cowers in fear.
Isembard smiles as he bows to his new friends.
Isembard bows.



Isembard smiles.
Isembard says, "Thanks y'all."
Isembard says, "Okay my next song is about "
Isembard gets a wild weed from inside his suede haversack.
Isembard blushes a bright red color.
Isembard puts his weed in his suede haversack.
Isembard grins.

Isembard wryly says, "This is a tale 'bout how some of the time you find the nicest things right under yer nose."

Isembard exhales roughly through his mustache, causing it to flutter briefly before he reaches up and smooths it back down.

Isembard says, "I put this ditty together whilst I was in the lockup down south as you'll see from what's ter follow."

Isembard grins.
Isembard listens carefully to the mandolin, plucking the strings.
Isembard winks.

Isembard recites:

    ""The Ferdahl's Garden"."

Isembard holds his mandolin by its neck, beginning a quick series of cascading notes.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Wasn't that long ago, just this past summer...no 'twas early autumn,
     Thought just occurred ter get outta me guild, to get up off me bottom."

Isembard blushingly indicates his flabby posterior.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Make me way down th' road, clear on down that ol' trade route,
     Just a'goin' where da wind blows, a'wandrin' towards the south,"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Through mountain passes and fields full o' grasses,
     And on into a walled city, thought I'd sing for the masses."

Isembard turns a bit on the stage to face you, the light glinting off the face of his mandolin for a moment.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Folks there were dressed up summat strange, bizarre patterns brightly swirl'd,
     Rainbow'd dyes mighty colourful, says I: "What in da world?"
     Sandal-wearin' folk, with hair down to their toes,
     A'foragin for weeds in ditches, and where'er they may grow."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "I stopped a chap right there in the street, he a round spectacle-wearin' type,
     He peered at me from over his specs, as I asked him "Wot's da hype?"
     He lower'd his smoked lenses and held me in his curious gaze,
     His eyes were red and glassy, and here's wot he says:"

Zazu's soprano and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Folks may tell ya this and its no lie they're startin',
     Ilithi's perfect clime 'tis great fer a greenthumb's talents ter sharpen!
     There's some mighty fine foragin' along the ditches in Shard'n,
     Nothing's quite so splendid as the weeds from the Ferdahl's garden!"

Isembard grins as his mandolin flashes with the light and hum of excitement in the air.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Well he griningly offered me this Princely Pipe,
     Stuff'd all full o' weeds from da Ferdahl's garden.
     I took me a draw of it all dubious-like,
     TA~DA~ all my cares were forgotten!"

Isembard gets a prince pipe from inside his suede haversack.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "There's somethin' to this foragin' I found out,
     And now could tell what all this here fashion's about,
     Colors were a'swirlin' in front o' me eyes oddly,
     And I could see there was no need fer puttin' on facades, nay."

Isembard rubs a prince pipe.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "I then sang "Nonny! Nonny! Ain't life bright n' jolly!"
     "Hey Derry!...Ho Diddle!...Dee Dee!
     These weeds are delicious and leave me quite breathless,
     I think I'll trade 'em outside Ilithi!"

Isembard gets a thoughtful expression on his face.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Then I foraged n' gather'd all the long day though I'd rather'd,
     Spent my time lazily on some barstool all hammer'd,
     Still, try as I might not to, I still toked away,
     And have done so ever since that fateful day,
     Singin'...."

Isembard droolingly stuffs some wild weed into the bowl of his Prince Pipe.

Xanzie's mezzo-soprano, Zazu's soprano and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Folks may tell ya this and its no lie they're startin',
     Ilithi's perfect clime 'tis great fer a greenthumb's talents ter sharpen!
     There's some mighty fine foragin' along the ditches in Shard'n,
     Nothing's quite so splendid as the weeds from the Ferdahl's garden!"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "And with yaks all bundle-laden,
     I headed for Shard's East Gate n'
     Thought to peddle me weeds up north.
     When out stepped an armor'd guard,
     Blockin' me from leaving Shard,
     Sayin' I could nay sally forth!"

Isembard scratches his head.

Isembard slowly sings in a tenor voice:

    "He starts yellin' at me, in his rainbow'd chain finery,
     "That's contraband on yer yak!" and yull refrain kindly!
     Stuffed me up in a cell, took all me fluff, well,
     All 'cept me trusty pipe which he missed,should I tell?
     Nay! So away I did puff,then did I feel well!
     Singin...."

Isembard cups his Prince Pipe in the palm of his hand as he strums away on his mandolin.

Isembard's performance continues.

Xanzie's mezzo-soprano, Zazu's soprano, Shenney's soprano and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Folks may tell ya this and its no lie they're startin',
     Ilithi's perfect clime 'tis great fer a greenthumb's talents ter sharpen!
     There's some mighty fine foragin' along the ditches in Shard'n,
     Nothing's quite so splendid as the weeds from the Ferdahl's garden!"

Isembard smiles crookedly.

Isembard regretfully sings in a tenor voice:

    "I did me jail term, got out in th' spring,
     Me beard was long n'scruffy, I'd lost my earring.
     I was amazed as all about me the weeds did still grow!
     And wot occured to me then amazed me moreso."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "I looked at all them fellers foragin' in the garden,
     One a th' mates handed me some clothes says: "beggin' yer pardon?"
     "But you might want somethun ta be wearin' its still rather nippy...,
     Once dressed I caught my reflection, realiz'd I wuz a hippy!"

Isembard smirks.

Xanzie's mezzo-soprano, Zazu's soprano, Shenney's soprano and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Folks may tell ya this and its no lie they're startin',
     Ilithi's perfect clime 'tis great fer a greenthumb's talents ter sharpen!
     There's some mighty fine foragin' along the ditches in Shard'n,
     Nothings quite so splendid as the weeds from the Ferdahl's garden!"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "So that's my story of how I was enlighten'd then jail'd,
     And fortunate I wuz that I had friends who came up with me bail.
     For whilst 'tis great to partake of weeds kinda funny,
     The sentence if'n yer caught be not less den four twenny!"

Isembard smiles then winces suddenly as a string breaks on his tortured mandolin.

Xanzie's mezzo-soprano, Zazu's soprano, Shenney's soprano and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Folks may tell ya this and its no lie they're startin',
     Ilithi's perfect clime 'tis great fer a greenthumb's talents ter sharpen!
     There's some mighty fine foragin' along the ditches in Shard'n,
     Nothings quite so splendid as the weeds from the Ferdahl's garden!"

Isembard says, "sorry 'bout that one y'all...but I've got my wild-weed-support-group sessions regular-like now, so they say I'll be on the up-swing any day now..."
Isembard chortles softly at some secret joke.
Isembard bows.



Isembard says, "thanks y'all."
Isembard exclaims, "Its been a while since my last public show and since then I've had the pleasure to meet my soon-to-be wife Ridelle Bewarned!"
Isembard gazes at Ridelle.
Isembard says, "She agreed ter marry me, provided I make friends with an occasional bath."

Isembard says, "so it turns out this idea a' marriage is a giv'n take sitchishun after all."

Isembard says, "well for my next song, she's gonna sing duet."

Isembard says, "I'mma gonna ask for this one song that ya'll not chorus with me"

Isembard says, "so to get the right effect."

Isembard says, "though ye've all got real nice sopranos."
Isembard says, "especially you Bubb."
Isembard winks at Bubbinster.

Isembard says, "I call this "The Tragical Sonnet of the Maid and the Janitor.""

Isembard smiles.

Isembard recites:

"This is the tragic, but true, sonnet of a young maid that worked for a roof over her head, (and a very little coin), in the Manor of a certain Lord and Lady whose name we shall omit for her safety."

Isembard recites:

"This tale relates how this young maid loved a man we all despise, known only to us as:..."The Janitor"."

Isembard gasps!

Isembard recites:

"This tale relates how their great affair was cut all too short. "

Isembard recites:

"How these two did meet? I've never learned...
But I'll relay to you now how their courtship did met its end. "

Isembard recites:

"I wish it were not so, but not all tales have a happy ending, and this one is no exception."

Isembard moves to the center of the stage where a pinpoint of light centers on him as he begins to sing in a quiet voice.

Isembard quietly sings in a tenor voice:

    "From this stage,
     I hear laughter...
     Of merry-making,
     And champagne glasses.""

Isembard cups his hand to his ear and bends to his left, listening...

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "But not far away,
     Just out of earshot,
     Someone is crying.
     She's scrubbing troll skins,
     While's he's sweeping kitchens.
     It'll be a long night,
     For young lovers.""

Isembard observes Ridelle who is suddenly revealed near him on the stage by a sliver of light that's just appeared.

Isembard's tenor joins with Ridelle's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Each night she'd yearn to spy him out her drawing room portico."

Ridelle's mezzo-soprano joins with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Every night he'd steal away to visit as the moons would appear.""

Ridelle's mezzo-soprano joins with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "But it's quite late when he'd done with his sweeping..."

Isembard's tenor joins with Ridelle's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "And the Lady of her manor's always early to sleeping...."

Ridelle moves forward on the stage singing in a strained voice as the light around her swells.

Ridelle sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A maiden's heart that's never been broken,
     Hold's so much trust and will dare any trial.
     He'd once given her a kerchief as a token,
     She'd kept it with her all the while."

Ridelle sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Doubt it not when you hear they've planned a meeting,
     They'd steal away upon the dark of nightfall.
     A secret rendezvous to assuage their heart's yearnings.
     A peaceful time they'd love to recall."

Ridelle turns to watch Gale as he approaches her to share the growing light on the stage as their voices join together in harmonious chorus.

Ridelle's mezzo-soprano joins with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Every night he'd dreamed of this as he'd pushed his broomstick..."

Isembard's tenor joins with Ridelle's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "And every night she's stolen thoughts of him outside..."

Isembard's tenor joins with Ridelle's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Were it not for her hope of this clandestined meeting..."

Ridelle's mezzo-soprano joins with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Well surely then they'd both had rather to have died..."

A tear runs down Ridelle's face.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Some of you know it's a road,
     From Riverhaven to Crossing,
     Many've trodden this upon their own."

Isembard darkly sings in a tenor voice:

    "But for a young and naive maiden,
     In her fine housecoats and silken dressing,
     Will draw attention from the worst kind."

Isembard sadly sings in a tenor voice:

    "And so it was she asked directions,
     From the wrong highwayman upon her course.
     He was also fond of a fair lady's affections,
     And took her off with him upon his horse!"

Isembard gazes sadly at Ridelle.

Ridelle painfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "But upon the spot of trouble,
     She'd left her kerchief.
     Upon the road, amdist the rubble,
     So he'd know that there'd been mischief."

Isembard's tenor joins with Ridelle's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "At the scene she'd left her token..."

Ridelle's mezzo-soprano joins with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "He'd see the sign and though heartbroken,"

Ridelle's mezzo-soprano joins with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "He'd find the way to his Maiden's side."

Isembard's tenor joins with Ridelle's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "And once again they'd re-unite."

Isembard sadly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Or would have done if not for thing,
     I fear the timing of roomsweeps are set,
     So that there's not too much time passing,
     For any one room to clutter yet."

Isembard sadly sings in a tenor voice:

    "So it was the Janitor came down from Haven,
     But did not find his bride-to-be,...
     He did not find the kerchief he had gaven,
     Cruelly he was foiled by another janitor just like he.""

Isembard smiles crookedly.

Isembard indicates Ridelle with a warm smile as she curtsies.
Ridelle curtsies.
Isembard bows.
Ridelle smiles.



Isembard says, "Hey thanks y'all"

Isembard asks, "ya'll ready fer some drinkin' songs I expect?"

Isembard says, "I will now perform one of my old maladies, uh,..melodies I mean."

Isembard grins.

Isembard says, "I likened to call this'n: "What bard's do best.""

Isembard wryly says, "This here be a drinkin' song so please sing with me if'n the mood attacks ya."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Wry "T'was a rain-soppy day,
     As I awaken'd right away,
     Unfulfill'd went to me guild,
     I would see what Miss Silvy would say."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "There I asked her what she thought should make a bard so distraught,
     Than to spend his days working on lore? Such a bore!
     That's surely not what I had sought."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "But a bard I be, and glad indeed!
     And toil at my trade sometimes tirelessly,
     But then what Silvy said, her words a'ring still in me head,
     As I stared at her most amazedly!"

Elena's soprano, Jayalyn's alto and Ridelle's mezzo-soprano join with Isembard's tenor as he sings:

    "Oh Isembard! Don't ye work so hard!
     For as a Bard, we're all admir'd!
     What ye should do is guzzle a brew,
     For none drinks from a taller glass than you!"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Believe me thence did I laugh,
     Naught has so pleas'd by half,
     As did M'lady's encourage to drink,
     Nay e'en to GUZZLE to QUAFF!"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Wry You should know that a'fore t'was always,
     "Don't ye run about the hallways!"
     "Go strum your lute, or finger your flute!"
     And now she wuz wantin to push the Windhaze!"

Isembard says, "Jus a' sayin':"

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Oh Isembard! Ye work much too hard!
     Don't ye know that yer already admir'd?
     What I recommend, ye'll soon be mended,
     Go get yourself a keg and get yerself bended!"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "I cackled with glee, for how could this be?
     What assignments were dey givin' out at the Bard-er-ree?
     Guess that now I agree to do as I'm told by Silvy,
     Her instructions no longer mere prattle to me!"

Isembard teasingly exclaims, "Ya know dat me mum, she always would say do what yer told!"
Isembard smiles drunkenly.
Isembard gazes at a sturdy pine casket labeled "Dear Ol' Mum".

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Oh Isembard! Don't work too hard!
     If I were thee I'd get me down to Shard,
     At the Rose I'd drink m'self red-in-th'-nose,
     Sometimes its best when da ale it flows."

Isembard yells, "Once me with me!"

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Oh Isembard! Don't ye work too hard!
     Don't ye know that Bards are all admir'd?
     Go get ye a flask and make it yer task,
     To drain off every lost drop from the cask!"

Isembard smiles appreciatively at the assembly of drunks, lushes and hang-around-the-forts.
Isembard bows.



Isembard listens carefully to the mandolin, plucking the strings.
Isembard says, "thanks yer a great audience y'all."
Isembard beams!

Isembard says, "next one's a drinkin' song too"

Isembard calmly says, "This ditty be called "Drinkin' n' Whistlin'", though I do the one much better than the latter."

Isembard smiles crookedly.

Isembard smiles as he strums up his mandolin into a jaunty foot-tappin' rhythm.

Isembard cheerfully sings in a tenor voice:

    "Once upon a evenin' dreary, a young bard came up near me,
     Says "Gale, what's in your head?" and "What you been doin' lately?"
     Said I, "thus and such,...really not too much, if it were known to thee.
     I told 'im without another thought, I'm just sittin' here a drinkin' an whistlin' "Fiddle Dee Dee""

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "I wasn't too mistak'n, when 'e stared into me face rather shaken,
     "I'll tell ya there's better things for a fella, than just a'drinkin' once wakened!
     "You should be out a'huntin', or maybe doing' sumthin': liltin' at the guild o' the achin'!"
     Says: "Not just wastin' hereabouts, drinkin' up them stouts, and sittin' on your bacon!""

Isembard smiles like a wastrel.

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    ""Hey Ho, No No I don't think so!" Says I, not one to appease.
     I'll idle away my time here today, a'drinkin' though it may displease."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    ""Some go out and scurry their lives away in a hurry, e'en settin sail upon stormy seas!
     Ol' Gale's gotta preference, if the first verse you'll reference: "a drinkin' an whistlin' Fiddle Dee Dee!""

Isembard smiles as he whips up the folksy refrain on his poor old mandolin: "Bill".

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "It wasn't very long then, just a smidgen, afore I got a pigeon, from me friend a right tall 'Tog Pali,
     Sayin' "whatcha doin' Gale?" the conversations growin' stale,...o'er here at the Armory.
     Says "I was thinkin' you should get up off yer backside, 'cuz I'm fed up, with bein in the city,"
     "I'm a thinkin' you should really, go to the Zaulfung here wit me and hunt a few Swampies.""

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "For me I'll be a'passin', as I'm no swamp assassin, fightin' just ain't no breeze.
     Told 'im "I'd be better, stayin' here outta da weather, with a snifter or two of whiskey.
     Well he said "Gale! Nuthin' doin!" and implied that trouble's a'brewin'. He was comin' to make me leave!
     He was down there by the doorbell, yellin an a'raisin' all 'ell, armored an wearing his greaves."

Isembard smiles as he heads back into the chorus, strings breaking on his mandolin. (you hear a couple flat notes.)

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    ""Hey Ho, No No I don't think so!" Says I, not one to appease.
     I'll idle away my time here today, a'drinkin' though it may displease."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    ""Some go out and scurry their lives away in a hurry, e'en settin sail upon stormy seas!
     Ol' Gale's gotta preference, if the first verse you'll reference: "a drinkin' an whistlin' Fiddle Dee Dee!""

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Well my Toggy 'e comes and yanks me, right outta Crossing never thanks me, says we gonna troll-stomp.
     So donn'd me breastplate n' me gauntlets as I threw a whiney fit on me walk to Swamp.
     Once we got to Zaulfung, I failed a dodge an' fell dun stunned,I'll not thank my 'Toggy for such a romp!
     Just goes to show ya, just like I tol' ya, better to drink than to romp."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    ""Hey Ho, No No I don't think so!" Says I, not one to appease.
     I'll idle away my time here today, a'drinkin' though it may displease."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    ""Some go out and scurry their lives away in a hurry, e'en settin sail upon stormy seas!
     Ol' Gale's gotta preference, if the first verse you'll reference: "a drinkin' an whistlin' Fiddle Dee Dee!""

Isembard whistles a spriteful tune you recognize as, "Itharr's Song".
Isembard smiles as the song ends.
Isembard bows.



Isembard smiles crookedly.
Isembard puts his mandolin in his suede haversack.
Isembard gets a pair of silver spoons from inside his woodwind pouch.
Isembard begins to carefully examine a pair of silver spoons.

Isembard says, "I call this one "Orsla's Song"."

Isembard wryly says, "Though you may recognize it's rhythm from elsewhere."

Isembard gazes at Orsla.

Isembard wryly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Her name was Orsla, She was a 'Tog girl.
     With boobrie feathers ever in hand,
     And a dress she'd got second-hand."

Orsla adjusts her violet dress.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "She would engage melee
     And do the Chop Chop,
     But while she tried to be a Barb
     Her friends all went to bars.
     Across the crowded hunting grounds
     Orsla would make her rounds. "

Orsla makes a disgusting grunting noise.
Isembard grins.

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "At the Jama (JAMA!), Shadaer Jama (Shadaer Jama!)
     The hottest spot west of Surlaenis'a!
     At the Jama (JAA!), Shadaer Jama (Shadear Jama!),
     Music and passion were always in fashion,
     At the Jama,...she fell down those steps!"

Isembard dances about with his spoons.
Isembard sweeps Orsla into a dance.

Isembard wryly sings in a tenor voice:

    "His name was Galen. He wore a drink caddy.
     He was escorted to the Pub and there Orsla he'd not snub.
     When she saw him he called her over,
     But Galen went a bit too far,
     Orsla tossed him across the bar!
     And then punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
     There was blood and a single bolt,
     But just who shot who?"

Orsla smiles and turns her feather over in her hands gazing at it intently. Then suddenly stuffs it in her mouth and spits it out.
Orsla coughs.

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "At the Jama (JAMA!), Shadaer Jama (Shadaer Jama!)
     The hottest spot west of Surlaenis'a!
     At the Jama (JAA!), Shadaer Jama (Shadear Jama!),
     Music and passion were always in fashion,
     At the Jama,...slid down the trail!"

Isembard gazes fondly at Orsla.
Isembard dances about with his spoons.

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Jama...Shadaer Jama..
     Music and passion! Always in fashion!
     Drunken Revelry! Furniture falling heavily!"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Her name was Orsla, She was a 'Tog girl,
     But that was several years ago, when she used to hunt for show.
     Now her hunting grounds turned into an amusement pier,
     But not for Orsla, she won't go in nor will she go near.
     Still in that dress she used to wear,
     Faded feathers very rare.
     She sits there so refined and drinks herself half-blind."

Orsla smiles and drools as she gazes at her feather.

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "At the Jama (JAMA!), Shadaer Jama (Shadaer Jama!)
     The hottest spot west of Surlaenis'a!
     At the Jama (JAA!), Shadaer Jama (Shadear Jama!),
     Music and passion were always in fashion,
     At the Jama,...don't fall down the stairs!"

Orsla makes a disgusting grunting noise.
Isembard sweeps Orsla into a dance.
Isembard smiles crookedly.
Isembard gazes longingly at Orsla.
Isembard coughs.
Isembard bows.
Isembard grins.

Isembard says, "gotta love that 'Toggy love."
Isembard nods.
Orsla leans over and licks Isembard.
Isembard just hugged Orsla.
Orsla makes a disgusting grunting noise.

Isembard exclaims, "Orsla Wyfheart y'all!"
Isembard smiles as he indicates Orsla to take a bow.
Isembard leans on Orsla.



Isembard recites:

"This is a tale I like to call "Angiswaerdo", by Gale Isembard."

Isembard says, "and his orchestra."
Isembard chuckles.

Isembard hunches down and screws up his face, and with a high voice imitates a hyperactive gnome.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "A'blest! A'bligh! de snickery gnome did cry,
     Upon de luminous room.
     "Dis fog's thick as e'er I did spy,
     Could eat it wif a spoon!"

Isembard throws out his midriff, and in a booming voice, pretends to be a barrel-chested dwarf.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "'Sblood! wuz all de grumbley Dwarf spake...
     Unto de snickery gnome.
     All stalwart de Dorf stood upon the lake,
     "In truth I'd ruther be home...""

Isembard nods.
Isembard squats down again playing the part of the goofy gnome.

Isembard excitedly sings in a tenor voice:

    ""Didst ye e'er see da Boobrie bad?
     Of dat evasive Arbelog encounter?
     This da gnome ask'd if da dorf e'er had,
     Who admitted: "Nay,...I'm an out-of-towner.""

Isembard bounces about on his thighs, still squatting in the role of the talkative gnome.

Isembard excitedly sings in a tenor voice:

    ""Belittle ye not dat Snowbeaste's claw,
     And watch the Fenrae Reaver, friend!
     Laugh not when ye face the Blood Wolf's paw,
     Or yer hide, its teeth shall rend!"

Isembard continues as the wary gnome, now scuttling about the area like a crab on his knees...,what a wierdo Isembard is!

Isembard nervously sings in a tenor voice:

    "Make no fun, but turn and run,
     Don't face yon Ogre Scout!
     Its arms so thick, an' breath I shun,
     Dat's wot I'm talkin' 'bout!"

Isembard pinches his nose between thumb and forefinger, his eyes watering from the thought of it.

Isembard matter-of-factly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Yet no uffish gnome nor dorf's think bone,
     Didst twitter a'gimble with fright.
     For neither would they want it known,
     That they'd run from a fight!"

Isembard strikes a heroic pose.

Isembard darkly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Then a'sloughin' out da misty mire,
     A'ploppin' come da toothy beast!
     Its hide did stink,...this creature dire,
     And then the fog increased!"

Xanzie smiles at Isembard.

Isembard shudders dramatically, eyes wide with fear,...or maybe just a touch of indigestion?

Isembard helplessly sings in a tenor voice:

    ""Ack!" called out the troubled gnome,
     Then stood all froze stock-still!
     "By Gum!" then wuz da dorf's final moan,
     As the critter moved in for da kill!"

Isembard stands up now and moves to the front of the stage taking on a solemn visage.
Isembard folds his arms across his chest.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "An unmovin' dorf and frozen-up gnome,
     Be a favrit treat of de Angiswaerd,
     No smitin' then of axe and shield and bone,
     Just gobbles 'em up to the beard..."

Isembard imitates slurping up hair,...rather too well you think.
Isembard licks his lips.

Isembard mischievously sings in a tenor voice:

    "Da 'Waerd belch'd mighty voluminous,
     Then sank bank in the lake.
     For 'tis true dere's nuthin' more perilous,
     Than a'huntin' in da fog bank!"

Isembard grins, keeping a wary eye for projectiles aimed his direction.
Isembard ducks his head.
Isembard bows.



Isembard says, "I got a few more fer yas...."
Isembard says, "but drink up them kegs y'all."

Isembard says, "I don wanna haffta carry 'em back to Riverhaven."

Isembard puts his spoons in his suede haversack.
Isembard gets a mandolin from inside his suede haversack.
Isembard moves a mandolin to his left hand.

Isembard recites:

"This song I call "My Therengian Fancy", or "an Ode to the Road"."

Isembard hefts his care-worn mandolin and begins to pluck out the bouncy opening notes of a jaunty sonnet.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "By-ways lead to secluded groves,
     And fields careful-tended with spades.
     Roadways all cross rivers and streams,
     And mounts crown'd all in haze.
     I to these will always go,
     Upon yon northern route.
     I'll come upon not a single soul,
     That I'd not sing about."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "A Walker I, upon Life's Road.
     I'll wander this tangl'd course.
     A Sailor upon the Seas of Fate,
     And protector of sacred lore.
     There's no burden to this wanderlust,
     Nothing I am searching for.
     Yet dally now not here with me,
     Use caution evermore..."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "As ye walk upon these sallow'd fields,
     All cloak'd in lucid fresh and snow...
     Dally now not near me love,
     For now I've got to go."

Isembard strums up the tune on his poor mandolin, pulling on the strings fiercely to bring about a rapid change in the time signature.

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "The course of life is o'erwrought,
     With sharp bends, turns and folds.
     Though to most it seems that which is sought,
     Great riches, jewels, wealth untold!
     If you'd ask me all this means naught,
     These vaults o'erflowin' with gold.
     What price to put on liberty bought?
     What coin for freedom sold?"

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "As ye stroll the darkened glades of green,
     All mantl'd in bowers sweet...
     Dally now not o'erlong,
     For me? I'll take my leave!"

Isembard strums down the melody down to a quiet rhythm as he leans forward and sings quietly.
Isembard studies the faces around him.

Isembard quietly sings in a tenor voice:

    "I'll name to thee a price beyond all measure,
     Beyond all finery and works of art.
     With her my dalliance it was a pleasure,
     For her key unlock'd my heart,
     Though forbidden by divinely censure,
     I fear we're destin'd to be apart.
     Alas! I'll not here abide at leisure,
     Alack! From here i'll soon depart!"

Isembard strums up the melody on his battered mandolin once more to resume the jaunty pace of the ballad.

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "I'll be a'wander these backwood ways,
     All armor'd 'n dew and mist...
     Dally not will I till the last of my days,
     The road I can't resist!"

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "A Player I, on life's grand stage,
     I'll be at the last curtain call.
     A battle too, it seems we wage,
     To take arms and not to fall.
     There's no burden to this wanderlust,
     Nothing I am searching for,
     Yet dally now not here my love,
     There's much more yet in store!"

Isembard smiles as he glances up at you from his mandolin, bowing forward as the echoing refrain fades.
Isembard smiles.

Bubbinster exclaims, "Well, dat was happy!"

Isembard says, "Happy is my middle name..."

Isembard says, "oh wait no... Galen is."

Isembard scratches his head.



Isembard says, "well my anlas is almost up y'all."

Isembard says, "I think I got another one or two."

Isembard says, "and then Bubb's pants take over."
Mykk lets out a hearty cheer for Isembard!
Isembard grins at Bubbinster.
Mykk jumps back from Bubbinster!
Bubbinster's broadcloth pants say, "NAKID..................."
Isembard chuckles.
Zazu smiles.
Isembard laughs at Bubbinster.
Xaphira pokes Bubbinster in the ribs.
Ridelle smiles.
Ciston's jaw drops.
Bubbinster's broadcloth pants say, "No. We're staying on damnit."

Isembard says, "This is my newest song"

Isembard says, "So it might be kinda rough yet."

Isembard recites:

"This is a tale about truth, beauty, freedom and more importantly, this is a tale about the prydean ideal: cross-dressing."

Isembard smiles crookedly.

Isembard recites:

"You see it wasn't too long after I'd become a student of bardic teachings under the auspices of m'Lady Silvyrfrost in the busy towne of The Crossing, that I'd noticed a chap who as the envy of all us young "bardlings"."

Isembard recites:

"Though I've agreed not to name the poor fellow, here follows his tale, (or at least my perception of his tale.)"

Isembard recites:

"Oh, and one more thing,...I'll not preface this song with its title so as not to spoil the surprise ending!"

Isembard clears his throat.

Isembard confidently sings in a tenor voice:

    "Strutting along down la rue de Clanthew,
     He was turning the heads of each lass.
     Slinking as only the prydean can do,
     And spilling no wine from his glass."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Not one would argue that in every bardic class,
     He was a promising up-and-comer.
     Only one thing did he lack: a young lass,
     To hang like a prize on his shoulder."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Strutting his stuff in the Prydean Fashion!
     Handsome young novice in the bard's guild.
     No gal on his arm to extend his bardly passion!
     He felt so alone, he felt so unfulfilled..."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Would young Casanova's abstinence continue?
     How long would our handsome Romeo wait?
     Turning away all yearning maids in his venue,
     In his search for the one perfect mate."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "He'd turned inward, sadly self-absorped,
     Wouldn't listen to his elder bard's classes,
     Wouldn't train his bow, shield or swords.
     The lady of his dreams he'd find among the masses."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "So on his search he wandered off,
     He left the Crossing and went his way,
     In search of such a lass that with whom he might doff,
     His cloak upon her hook and with her always stay."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Strutting his stuff in the Prydean Fashion!
     Handsome young novice in the bard's guild.
     No gal on his arm to extend his bardly passion!
     He felt so alone, he felt so unfulfilled..."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "Oh he wandered far, Aye he wandered wide!
     To the isles and back he journeyed farther.
     But he did not find a perfect bride,
     Nor will you guess where at last he found her."

Isembard sings in a tenor voice:

    "He met this perfect lass within Jadewater Mansion,
     One fateful I was there, so was 'Spri!
     As I watched him weave his spell of passion,
     He had finally gotten his long sought fair lady."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Strutting his stuff in the Prydean Fashion!
     Handsome young novice in the bard's guild.
     No gal on his arm to extend his bardly passion!
     He felt so alone, he felt so unfulfilled..."

Isembard smiles as he sings on quietly, casting his eyes right and left for signs of any abandoned drinks.

Isembard quietly sings in a tenor voice:

    "But even now, though he'd found his dreamgirl,
     After getting to know her better to his dismay.
     He'd gotten to know her and the truth had unfurl'd
     That she had somewhat masculine ways."

Isembard calmly sings in a tenor voice:

    "For though she walked with girlish grace,
     And had a heart that was liken'd a gold pearl,
     And though endowed of rare and beautiful face,
     She was a downright Mannish girl!"

Isembard smiles crookedly.

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Strutting his stuff in the Prydean Fashion!
     Handsome young novice in the bard's guild.
     No gal on his arm to extend his bardly passion!
     He felt so alone, he felt so unfulfilled..."

Isembard chuckles.
Isembard nods.
Isembard hums to himself.
Isembard bows.

Isembard says, "he didn't like it though."
Isembard says, "many of us would."
Isembard winks.
Isembard winks at Kaedan.
Isembard says, "based on a real story aye."



Isembard says, "This is my darkest song, and I'll warn anyone who isn't in the mood for a tale of nihilistic, selfish thoughts,...this one has naught of smiles and laughter..."

Isembard gets a sad expression on his face.

Isembard says, "nonetheless I write it for those who find the darkness alluring,...as I sometimes do."

Isembard says, "I call this song "I'll Keep You company.""

(Isembard strums up a flat and lazy chord on his mandolin that wanders around the room like a creeping malaise.)

Coaxing the notes into a clean, dulcet tone, an aimless melody floats from Isembard's mandolin.

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "I couldn't stop mysellllllf
     I knew I'd do it agaaaain..."

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "That I could heal myselllllf
     If I could feel your skiiiin..."

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "And if I comprehend this momennnnt,
     I know I'd live agaaaain..."

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "And If I heal your wouuuund
     And we'd make love agaaaain..."

Isembard hopelessly sings in a tenor voice:

    "And now I slip you the dose,
     I watch you take it innnn..."

Isembard helplessly sings in a tenor voice:

    "I should feel sorry for the peopuuuuull,
     And can I kiss your skin?"

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "And there's a movement in the river,
     And a darkness in the ground..."

Isembard gazes down at the floor.

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "And every soul is in a state of used waste,
     A fodder for our pointless bargainings... "

Isembard hopelessly sings in a tenor voice:

    "And their is hunger in the desert,
     And their are arrows in the sky..."

Isembard gazes upward.

Coaxing the notes into a clean, dulcet tone, an aimless melody floats from Isembard's mandolin.

Isembard recites:

    "And I would love again."

Isembard recites:

    "Though its just a feeling"

Isembard recites:

    "I know it will never end"

Isembard recites:

    "And there is no beginning"

Isembard recites:

    "And when its cold tonight"

Isembard recites:

    "I kiss your velvet skin"

Isembard recites:

    "I know it'll never end"

Isembard hauntingly says, "I'll keep you company..."

With an almost lazy movement on the strings, Isembard plays an aimless melody coaxing the notes into a clean, dulcet tone.

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "I'll be with you eternally"

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "I'll keep you company..."

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh"

Ridelle sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "La La La"

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "I'll keep you company"

Ridelle sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "La La La"

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "I'll keep you company"

Ridelle sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "La La La"

Isembard tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "I'll keep you company"

Ridelle hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "La La La La La La La"

A chorus of voices join with Isembard's leading tenor as he sings:

    "I'll keep you company..."

(Isembard strums away the song, its lazy chords dwindling amidst the idle sound of chatter not far off in another room.)

Isembard says, "that's it for me y'all."

Isembard says, "Thanks for havin' me."

Isembard waves.
Isembard puts his mandolin in his suede haversack.
Isembard smiles.
Isembard smiles and leaves the stage to Daerlynn Soulmyste.

Guest Descriptions


Bard Isembard Isimbard, a Human.
He has ale-brown eyes. His golden brown hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has an elegantly trimmed mustache on his upper lip and an elegantly trimmed full beard.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a glass of Dwarven ale in his right hand.
He is wearing a jadeite gwethdesuan, a gold engagement ring, a red gold nose ring, some pleated black wool trousers, a full-sleeved white silk shirt, a faded violet satin rosette, a carved wren-engraved pick, a lavender blue ear-stud, some darned tawny gold socks, some muted black leather dress shoes, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a golden suede haversack, a slender bow pouch delicately embroidered with tiny musical notes and a silk-lined woodwind pouch.



Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a Dwarf.
He has black eyes. His blue-black hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Dwarf.
He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a thick beard twisted into three long braids.
He has a tattoo of a skull and crossbones on his arm.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flagon of Dwarven ale in his right hand.
He is wearing a battered brown keg painted with a battle scene at sea, a northern fir keg carved into the shape of a stumbling gidii, a horned Dwarven battle helm fitted with a narrow steel visor, some Dwarven battle gauntlets forged from smoothly interlocking links of dark damascened metal, some Dwarven battle armor made of smoothly interlocking plates of dark bronzed metal with red tinted pauldrons, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a tarnished silver whiskey flask, a sturdy black backpack, a black instrument case with the words "Tavern Troupe - Elanthian Tour, 359" painted on it, a small medallion strung upon a silver chain, a black velvet cummerbund, a black silk shirt adorned with beveled platinum cufflinks, a carved black pick, a steel-rimmed monocle, a platinum ring, a black velvet bowtie, a canvas field kit, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a carved mahogany stein, a wide dwarven mining belt of sturdy worn leather, some iron-shod black leather Dwarven stomping boots with iron-spiked toes, a black velvet tabard, a black velvet tail coat with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe emblazoned on it, a wide silver band embedded with a carved onyx raven, a dark blue armband embroidered with the heraldic device of the Stone Clan Militia, a platinum pendant with a small dreamstone in the center of its Spirit Knot, a bright orange albredine ring, a crude leather armband with the words "Bubbinster's Ambassadors" burned along its length and some black broadcloth pants with a row of gold coins stitched up the side.



Ciston Moolah of Elanthia, a Human.
She has crystal green eyes. Her auburn hair is very long and wavy, and is worn coiled in an upswept twist. She has fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glass of Aesry Island Tease in her right hand.
She is wearing a cambrinth ring, a battered oval shield, a golden snapdragon earcuff, a deep blue canvas backpack, a silvery woven-leaf gown, a fuzzy gem pouch, a forest green rosette fastened with twin blue silk ribbons, a tiny crystal pin, a pair of emerald earrings, a green faience necklace, a lacey-white cracker bag, some silver slippers, an origami case, a flowing sheer silver veil, some red ribbons, a dagger sheath, a white velvet ribbon, a tin vulture trinket, a rusty tin lunch pail with a mismatched steel handle, some soft green woolen socks trimmed in gold embroidery, a spiraling crystal brooch, some soft black spidersilk stockings, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a crystal coin-shaped earring.



Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
She has jade eyes. Her brunette hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. She has pale skin. She has a delicately painted design of jade green ivy leaves radiating out from her eyes.
She is young for a Human.

She has faint scuffing to the head, minor swelling and bruising around the right arm compounded by cuts and bruises about the right arm, minor swelling and bruising around the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, cuts and bruises about the chest area, minor swelling and bruising in the abdomen compounded by cuts and bruises about the abdomen, cuts and bruises about the back.

She is wearing a mirrored turpeer, some silvered chain woven over the heart with steelsilk links forming a white dove bearing a broken sword, a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard, a simple white cotton dress trimmed with blue satin bands, some glossy black leather shoes laced with emerald velvet ribbons, a silvery buckskin harness, a dark blue bandolier embroidered with an exquisitely detailed violin, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a bijou jade promise ring inlaid with a silver heron gripping a harp in her beak, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a patchwork gypsy drawstring purse, a carved pick, a delicate silver ring embedded with tiny diamonds, some fringed moss-green suede falconer's gauntlets and a sleek skirmisher's shield crafted from dusky black ironwood.



Tale Singer Elena Dariel, a Human Bard.
She has crystal green eyes. Her golden hair is long and straight, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of an albatross in flight over a white-capped ocean on her back.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a forest green suede hip pouch embossed with entwined ivy leaves, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, some hammered gold toe bells, some lavender half boots, a branch-framed canvas knapsack, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a silver armband inlaid with Bardic blue sapphires, a swirling lavender spidersilk skirt shot with silvery threads, an ivory silk shift stitched with delicate pale blue irises, a diamond and platinum locket, some sparkling diamond heart-shaped earrings, a delicate silver rose ring, some supple hunting leathers, a silvery flute-shaped earcuff and a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds.



Feral Giona MacLugha of Elanthia, a Human.
He has ale-brown eyes. His golden brown hair is long and straight, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. He has tanned skin. He has a delicate design of gilded spiderwebs which angle across his eyes and up his temples.
He is young for a Human.
He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a long shaggy beard.
He has a tattoo of a crouching mountain lion surrounded by a thicket of thorns over a blazing sun on his back.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a short hunting spear, a black Gorbesh composite bow with tips fashioned in gold, a ebony longbow, some brass-studded leather dueling gauntlets with gilt-edged tooling on the cuffs, a scale-carved leather viper mask, some crimson hunters embroidered with a silver falcon, a miniature dragon crafted from semi-precious stones, a miniature wooden barrel, a pale carved wooden armband with a single dangling owl feather, a jade green journey pack simply embroidered with a Ranger crest pattern in black thread, a torn viperskin thigh quiver with a gleaming tooth clasp, a heavy golden cloak with a lionskin mantle and hood, a black velvet tail coat with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe emblazoned on it, a fletching pouch simply embroidered with a raccoon pattern in gold-colored thread, a delicate silver rose ring, some gold hair beads, a crimson cloth hair wrap dangling with a cluster of wickedly-curved black talons, a scarlet felt hawking pouch fringed with snowy owl feathers and carved cedar beads, a jackal-tooth wristband, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a platinum lion amulet, an onyx ear cuff carved in the shape of a baby bear, a carved obsidian earcuff, a leather-corded Prydaen ancestral bone necklace, a leather necklace dangling with carved wooden roses, a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram, a pale blue satin rosette, a carved beryl Ranger bauble, an archer's snowbeast-pelt bracer, some black leather hand-tooled boots, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, an onyx raccoon charm, a glittering quartz nose stud, an expertly-crafted platinum wedding band encrusted with small flecks of black diamond surrounding a perfect midnight-blue sapphire streaked with glowing silver, a long mesh weapon harness, a tan leather hip pouch hand-tooled with a panther stalking a buck, a woven leather forester's belt clasped with a brass buckle cast in the shape of a leaping raccoon, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a cambrinth ring, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt and a cerulean and black plaid kilt simply embroidered with a lion pattern in black thread.



Heston Falconsong, an Elothean.
She has tilted almond-shaped crystal blue eyes. Her auburn hair is short and straight, and is worn parted on the side. She has copper skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of a curved dagger with a skull-shaped pommel on her back.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a heavy black greatcoat, a blue sapphire eyebrow ring with blackened heron feathers dangling to the side, a tight black high-necked sweater, a piece of black string dangling a mirror-finish gold-plated ring engraved with the heron of Idon, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, some golden viper-skin boots embroidered with rampant black dragons, some fitted leather riding breeches, a dark journeyman's pouch adorned with blackened heron feathers, a maple short bow, a twisted cambrinth armband, an earth brown canvas hat and a tar-streaked sailcloth pack.



Warder Ingwe Eregion of Elanthia, an Elven Paladin.
He has pointed ears and crystal blue eyes. His strawberry hair is long and straight, and is worn in a tousled, finger-combed style. He has pale skin. He has a conflagration of red and orange flames emblazoned on his face, with showers of white sparks accenting his eyes.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his upper lip and a long fuzzy beard.
He has a tattoo of a dragon made of blue ice breathing white flames on his chest.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flagon of Dwarven ale in his right hand.
He is wearing a platinum ring engraved with the Estate Holder's crest, some highly polished silvery plate embossed with a vivid dragon, a thick oak standard bearing a flowing black silk banner embroidered with the Paladin's Guild crest, a braided horsehair bracelet, a knee-length amber silk surcoat embroidered with shimmering red-gold leaves, a damascened steel greatsword scabbard with a sinuous chiseled-gold dragon wrapped down its length, a pale silver prayer bead chain, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, some dashing sable leather thigh boots with wide cuffs, a silver ring engraved with twining moons and stars, a small black velvet pouch trimmed with scarlet satin, a small ankle pouch with an embroidered strap, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a wide leather Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, some pleated black wool trousers, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Everild, a golden fleece greatcloak fastened with a wrought-iron chain clasp damascened in gold and silver, a pilgrim's badge, a brushed silver locket, a saffron journey pack and some deep black gauntlets looped with narrow platinum chain.



Jannita Mersong, a Prydaen Cleric.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted crystal green eyes. Her black mane is very long and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has glittered black fur with silver marbling and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the left hand, severe scarring and chunks of flesh missing from the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen.

She is holding a carved oak-hilted scimitar set with a sapphire wave in her right hand and a large oval shield emblazoned with the image of a tumultuous ocean in her left.
She is wearing some scarlet enameled toe bells, a pilgrim's badge, a glittering silver belt of moons and stars linked with tiny jade bells, a flowery pink blanket labeled "Do Not Shred", a wild crimson rose, a belled pewter anklet with dangling crystal rat charms, a brooch depicting a nightingale with crystal tipped wings, a dainty black velvet garter, a wooden tailband carved in the shape of a curled rat, a long faded cloak covered in colorful patches and shiny beaded appliques, a lovely white moonflower, a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp, a wooden ring carved in the shape of a curled mouse, a carved silver ring, a calico backpack quilted to resemble a plump kitten, a spherical cambrinth earring with a dangling silver disk, some cat's eye quartz worry beads carved to resemble cats, some soft tiger-striped leathers, a snarled golden gremlin mask, some mail gloves, a leather weapon harness draped with cured rodent tails, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads and a dark leather bodice cinched with silver cord dangling at the ends with dark crystal beads.



Tale Singer Jayalyn Still-Waters, a Human.
She has violet eyes. Her strawberry hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for a Human.

She has faint scuffing to the right arm.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, some half boots, a Bardic Spirit Knot hair-clasp, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a blue leather sheath, a suede long pouch, a cambrinth ring, a willow backpack, some cream leathers, a bard blue silk leine, a brown medium doeskin case, a small medallion strung upon a silver chain, a composite bow and a forester's bow.



Kaedan Nethral, a Prydaen Bard.
He has pointed ears and cat-slitted crystal blue eyes. His silver mane is short and fine, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. He has black fur and a slender tail.
He is young for a Prydaen.
He has a tattoo of a wren perched upon a fisted gauntlet over a lute of gold on his hand.

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

He is wearing a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a platinum quarter-note pin, a bard blue linen leine, a shimmering dark blue cloak, a sapphire blue sheath, a pale violet lilac, a somber black mourning armband depicting the plight of the Prydaen, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a tall pewter tankard, a carved bard blue pick, a Bardic Spirit Knot tailband, a leather-corded Prydaen ancestral bone necklace, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a dark blue spidersilk pouch, some black leather hand-tooled boots, an engraved silver bracelet portraying a musical staff sprinkled with notes, a leather wand belt set with acid-etched steel plates, a black lambskin sporran, a bard blue wool kilt attractively embroidered with a Bard crest pattern in black thread, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a thick leather backpack embellished with polished blue chain links, a wooden Prydaen trinket and a S'lai short bow.



Minstrel Lemack Grenezeal of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard.
He has slitted dark eyes, black scales and a slender tail.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He is in good shape.

He is holding some bones in his right hand.
He is wearing some flat-black mail gauntlets, a chain balaclava, some chain shiny red legguards, some fiery scarlet mail, a red gold eyebrow ring, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, some somber black breeches, a silvery grey swordsman's shirt with full sleeves and laced cuffs, a dark red cloak bearing the symbol of the Crossing town guard, a brass Minstrel trinket, some soft black steel-toed boots, a troll-claw necklace, a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with a tiny silver keg, a deep blue woolen jacket fastened with carved rowan buttons bearing an embroidered Bards' Guild badge on one sleeve, a leather sheath, a gold crossbow ear-stud, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a carved pick, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a sturdy backpack, a jackal-tooth wristband, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, an etched Bard crest pin, a small enameled badge depicting the masks of comedy and tragedy, an embossed quiver, a tail band, a jackal-tooth wristband, a heavy S'lai crossbow and a jet black mediumweight crossbow with a leather-wrapped stock.



Jester Lethargy Silkyfingers of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard.
She has slitted eyes, one milky white and one crystal blue, silver scales and a slender tail.
She is young for a S'Kra Mur.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glass of Aesry Island Tease in her right hand.
She is wearing some dark chain gauntlets with spiked golden knuckle guards, a fuzzy gem pouch, some bezainted battle armor, a jet black leather skirt, a diamond and platinum locket, a commemorative silver Kronar medallion hanging from a red silk ribbon, a sturdy weapon harness, a fine mesh backpack, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, a tiny crystal goblet charm dangling from a platinum oval pin, a mirror-finish gold-plated ring engraved with the heron of Idon, some hammered gold toe bells, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a time-worn lacewood pick, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a platinum heron earring, a double steel-spiked tailband fastened with copper clasps, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a gold-chased woodwind case, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a silver small oilcloth case, a white gold eyebrow ring, a lapis lazuli heron armband, a black leather cloak trimmed in silver, a friendship ring crafted of two curved and intertwined bands of gold, a pale Captivation rose, a dark leather bodice cinched with silver cord dangling at the ends with dark crystal beads, an ebony spidersilk shift fastened with a sterling silver chain belt, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a turbinate saffron-yellow shell and some highly-polished top boots accented with the hand-tooled image of a serpent coiled around a sword.



Novice Lindariel Hithui, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and violet eyes. Her russet hair is long and thick, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding an ash lyre in her right hand.
She is wearing an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, a sheath, a sturdy black backpack, a black opal wristband, some gold bangle bracelets, a soft gold-threaded skirt, a pale carved wooden armband with a single dangling owl feather, a simple jade silk shift, a black opal anklet, a carved beryl dryad bauble, a small sack and some tawny gold buckskin leathers.



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

He is wearing some Olvi hunting leathers with the tiny image of a ram finely tooled on one shoulder, a round wooden pin carved with a dancing ram and donkey, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Glythtide, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a purple tapestry satchel embroidered with a gilded taffelberry branch -- the emblem of the Arthe Dale Trader's Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Myntern Rindulas, a Human.
He has crystal blue eyes. His black hair is short and wavy, and is worn loose. He has ebon skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.
A shadowy orb rippling with silver arcs of light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following him dilligently.

He has some faint scars along the right leg, cuts and bruises about the left leg.

He is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a dark indigo sack, some jet black boots with pointed steel toe caps damascened in gold and silver labeled "Just depart", a glass Priest trinket, a fitted black silk shirt with carved onyx cufflinks, a golden dragon-shaped pendant, a golden fleece greatcloak fastened with a wrought-iron chain clasp damascened in gold and silver, a richly trimmed black velvet devotional pouch on a silver silk cord, a black gem pouch, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a buckskin pouch, a jadeite gwethdesuan, some oiled leathers, a gleaming chain balaclava, some mail gloves, a pale silver prayer bead chain and a twisted cambrinth armband.



Nystarn Al'draena of Ilithi, an Elven Bard.
He has pointed ears and ale-brown eyes. His golden brown hair is short and straight, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin. He has blue musical notes painted diagonally across his face.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a tattoo of an Elf Bard standing amongst a crowd of adoring goblin children with the legend, "Nasty Nysty" above the scene, on his shoulder.
He is in good shape.

He is holding some cinnamon rum punch in his left hand.
He is wearing a colorful parrot, an indigo spidersilk Bard's cloak clasped by a jeweled star-ruby heron, an indigo spidersilk sack, a lifesculpted silverwood ring set with emeralds, a spidersilk belt pouch, an indigo leather haversack, a pair of dark sapphire cufflinks, a sea bag, a dark indigo leather eyepatch, a tadpole charm, a leather thigh quiver sewn with polished abalone chips, a midnight blue tabard emblazoned with the white heron of Idon, a weathered beisswurm backpack, some billowing black silk pantaloons, a carved bone skeletal sailor bauble, a silver ring, a dark sapphire band, an indigo watered silk shirt with polished abalone buttons, some bronzed Elven chain armor, a golden ring engraved with the viper of Ushnish, an indigo and silver bandana, some indigo heron-winged boots, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a diminutive cambrinth goblin.



Oogelbie Picterschlogen, a Gnome Bard.
He has crystal blue eyes. His white hair is very long and thick, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has rosy skin.
He is young for a Gnome.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a glass of Dwarven ale in his right hand and a razor in his left.
He is wearing a Nisha short bow, a miniature brass ring, some chain greaves, a very small suit of ringmail made of black leather and shining steel loops, an iridescent windfish-scale sheath, some green tights, a red ribbon, a polished clown-shaped earring, a rose quartz bunny bauble, some soft green woolen socks trimmed in gold embroidery, a small heart-etched pendant, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, some gold shoes, a belled jester hat, a target shield and an iridescent windfish-scale backpack.



Novice Orsla Wyfheart, a Gor'Tog Barbarian.
She has gold eyes. She has emerald skin.
She is young for a Gor'Tog.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a boobrie crest feather in her right hand.
She is wearing a bright yellow satin rosette, some gold sandals, a tawny gold satin hat, a back-laced violet dress, some gold silk stockings, a champagne wrist purse and a shoulder satchel.



Dancer Persephonea Agustra of Elanthia, a Human.
She has crystal blue eyes. Her golden hair is long and curly, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. She has fair skin.
She is in her prime for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a leather drum pouch, a small case, a dark green bodice embroidered along the edges with silver ivy leaves, a silk-lined woodwind pouch, a black silk skirt, a black gem pouch, a diamond band, a carved white ash pick, a sturdy weapon harness, a sturdy backpack, some red silk ribbons, some iridescent spidersilk stockings, a flute-shaped ivory hairpin, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, some dark green side-laced suede boots with copper trim, a red velvet ribbon, a spiraling crystal brooch and a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon.



Brother Qaton Aletheo, a Gnome Cleric.

You cannot make out his features with the clothing he is wearing.

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

He is wearing a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates, a silver-edged scabbard, a thin bronze ring, a black linen kilt, a carved wooden ring, a platinum ring engraved with the Estate Holder's crest, a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp, some onyx worry beads carved to resemble curled panthers, a small chain hauberk of light and intricately interconnected links, a chain balaclava, some mail gauntlets, a sweeping black silk cloak embroidered with a silver nightingale perched atop an olive branch and a cambrinth ring.



Razzleberrie Dalure, a Halfling.
She has dark eyes. Her russet hair is long and straight, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has ebon skin.
She is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a tan bota painted with a musical instruments in her right hand.
She is wearing a jadeite gwethdesuan, a twisted cambrinth armband, a pink Insanity rose, a small arm pouch with an embroidered strap, a colorful beaded tart pouch with purple silk ribbon ties, a lumpy frog skin pouch, some hammered gold toe bells, a colorful candy bag painted with various stylized animals, a scarlet journey pack, a bright yellow cloak appliqued with brown bears, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, some lace long gloves, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads and a side-laced gauze bodice.



Jester Retalq Motoyo of Elanthia, a Prydaen Bard.

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

He is wearing a tasseled leather waterskin, some fraying fingerless black gloves, a black shield emblazoned with the image of a dragon curling around the world in livid purple, a wickedly jagged dagger charm dangling from a dark obsidian earcuff, a ratty black eyepatch with frayed edges, some soft black suede boots with deep tapestry-lined cuffs, a silver tail barb, a dark hooded cloak stitched with an emerald-eyed panther, a billowing white silk shirt with wide dagged sleeves, an obsidian scorpion amulet, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a faded uniform jacket from the Royal Fleet, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, some supple sable lambskin dueling pants with golden vipers embroidered along the seams, a golden suede haversack, a leather thigh quiver embossed with a pair of yellow wolf's eyes, a chain gauntlet fastened to form a pouch, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates, some golden augmented mail and a battle-worn weapon harness studded with darkened steel emblems of the gods.



Gypsy Ridelle Bewarned of Therengia, a Human Bard.
She has green eyes. Her auburn hair is long and wavy, and is worn coiled in an upswept twist. She has fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glass of Aesry Island Tease in her right hand.
She is wearing some light blue silk hair ribbons, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a gold engagement ring, a delicate gold rose ring, a pair of light cream long silk gloves, a regal blue satin mantle beaded with tiny water opal dolphins, a long cream-colored silk sash, a cornflower blue silk empire-waisted gown gathered with cream ribbons, some pale cream spidersilk stockings, a pair of sky blue silk dancing slippers, a small enameled badge depicting the masks of comedy and tragedy and a jadeite gwethdesuan.



Shenney Morynna, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and crystal blue eyes. Her black hair is very long and thick, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a pair of silver spoons in her left hand.
She is wearing a waermodi gwethdesuan, a forester's crossbow, an ebony journey pack, some shadowy stalking leathers, a soft silvery harness, a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a dainty gossamer purse in the shape of a kitten with quilted wings, some beaten silver toe bells, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads, a dark leather bodice cinched with silver cord dangling at the ends with dark crystal beads, a braided ivory ring bearing the crest of the Bard's Guild, a slender silver ring bearing a delicate ivory-winged kitten, a brushed silver armband engraved with a large jade glaysker flower, a silvered chain balaclava and some silvered mail gauntlets.



Syrath Bahlahnck, a Dwarf.
She has violet eyes. Her blue-black hair is long and straight, and is worn tied back in an intricate five-stranded braid. She has fair skin.
She is young for a Dwarf.
She has a narrow beard twisted into a long braid.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glass of Dwarven ale in her right hand.
She is wearing a dark blue cloak, a perfectly Dwarf-sized sapphire kirtle fastened with stone buttons, some dainty kidskin sandals with silk ankle laces, a black serge bag, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver wedding ring and a dark blue armband embroidered with the heraldic device of the Stone Clan Militia.



Drifter Thyric De'Shadow, a S'Kra Mur.

You cannot make out his features with the clothing he is wearing.
He has a tattoo of a hand made of shadows holding a gold coin on his arm.

He has faint scuffing to the neck.
He is in good shape.

He is holding some chilled champagne in his right hand and a hearty roast snowbeast sandwich in his left.
He is wearing a S'lai short bow, some shadowy crested leathers, a black opal ear-stud, a leather sheath, a dagger arm sheath, a black gem pouch, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a braided horsehair bracelet, a small arm pouch with an embroidered strap, a hammered copper tailband, a clasp, a blue herb pouch sloppily embroidered with a wolf pattern in grey thread, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a worn golden medallion, a stone grey hooded longcoat with daggers stitched on collar and sleeves, a journey pack and an Elothean silverwillow crossbow.



Valynn Aerhe, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her golden brown hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. She has tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some chilled champagne in her right hand.
She is wearing some fringed moss-green suede falconer's gauntlets, a deep green leather mask decorated with tiny feathers, some superb boa-skin greaves, a padded green suede jacket embossed with a pattern of oak leaves, a ebony longbow, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a twisted cambrinth armband, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a glittering crystal ring inset with precious gemstones, a crude la'tami-hide pouch sloppily embroidered with a wolf pattern in black thread, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, some dangling golden earrings shaped like clusters of tiny acorns, a black spidersilk backpack, a brown leather sheath, a creamy high-necked linen shirt, some cream leggings, some dark green suede boots with rawhide laces, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a white gold anklet, a dark gem pouch and a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon.



Taleweaver Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her platinum hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a twisted bone staff, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a black spidersilk backpack, a silver pin bearing an intricate etching of a waltzing couple within a small ondjai, a brass Taleweaver trinket, a black suede garter with narrow silver buckles, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, some beaten silver toe bells, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a golden panther armband, a small medallion strung upon a silver chain, some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps, a high-necked black silk tunic with silver piping, some billowing silvery silk trousers, some dangling golden earrings shaped like clusters of tiny acorns, a scalloped golden chain anklet with dangling golden acorns, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a starry white narcissus, a silver-chased woodwind case, a blackened chainmail robe edged with silver filigree links, some blackened mail gauntlets worked with silver gryphons, a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard and a light crossbow.



Dancer Xaphira Vonara of Zoluren, an Elothean Bard.

You cannot make out her features with the clothing she is wearing.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a mug of Cinnamon-Peach mead in her left hand.
She is wearing a dented gold amulet bearing an Elothean visage, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a miniature wooden barrel, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a supple black leather flute pouch, a lacquered scarlet instrument case painted with golden wrens, a silver-edged scabbard, an onyx-inlaid light crossbow, a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp, a shadowy black hooded cloak embroidered with dark grey thread, a golden-brown yew Faenella emblem suspended from a delicate golden chain, some silvery-grey wool britches fastened by narrow leather buckles, a soft fur-lined black velvet tunic with silver gryphon buttons, some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a carved phoenix-painted pick, a silvery satin rosette and a copper wren charm on a braided ivory white silk chain.



Dancer Zazu Turning'leaf, a Prydaen.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted silver eyes. Her blue-black mane is very long and curly, and is worn tousled. She has blue-grey fur with black points with silver marbling and a slender tail. She has a swirling diagonal pattern of tiny silvery painted stars running from her forehead to cheekbone.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She has a tattoo of a water sprite dancing around a willow tree on her shoulder.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a sturdy silver backpack, some blue steel-rimmed spectacles, a lemicule mermaid pendant, a graceful white hip scarf artfully embroidered and fringed in silver and gold, an onyx-inlaid silver flask, an earband fashioned into a curling silver tiger, some rune inscribed toe-rings, a black satin bodice laced with silvery velvet threads, a pair of flowing silver gauze haussa trimmed with tiny pale blue glass beads and hemmed with silver satin ribbon, some black leathers seamed with twisted dark spirals of blued steel beads and a steel blue hair-clasp.