Lathaliu Concert, 3/10/2001, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 364 years, 193 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Silver Unicorn.
It is currently summer and it is early morning.
You have a feeling it's somewhere about the Anlas of Hodierna's Blessing.

The sky is completely covered with clouds.

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

Guest List

Theurgist Lathaliu Ewoenyn, an Elothean Cleric

Adhikari Rayfe'l, a S'Kra Mur
WoundBearer Arestil d'Kiresan of Zoluren, a Rakash Empath
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Devas Sebastianne, an Elf
Troubadour Dewsong deRosa, an Elothean Bard
Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Fyffe Lish'Esturi, an Elven Bard
Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling Moon Mage
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean
Isembard Isimbard, a Human
Taleweaver Jaebom Clivin, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Defender Kellenfire Malengine, a Human Paladin
Bard Llywelfynn MacNaill, an Elf
Ruffian Mirkoth Scythen of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Paschein WellBorne, an Elothean
Blood Dancer Rufhelous Tusksmasher of Zoluren, a Gor'Tog Barbarian
Starlighte Sylvansong of Therengia, an Elven Bard
Fortuneteller Thessala Ne'Seleness of Elanthia, an Elothean Moon Mage
Ysselt

Set List

Prayer to Eluned by Hylthorin Rowanburn
Executioner's Tale
Balance In All Things
Drogor's Bargain
Bright One (an Elothean lullaby)
Prayer Before a Journey

After the performance:

Llywelfynn: Fynn's Search
Llywelfynn: Carolan the Great
Firannion: The Healer of Gintheru

Concert

You concentrate on projecting your thoughts, "Lathaliu, a published author in Elanthia, will be entertaining us with stories of the Thirteen. Daerlynn Concert Series, 5-10 anleas, Arthe Hollow Inn."

Daerlynn exclaims, "Okay.. well... I am honored to have here tonight.. our first non bard performer!"
Daerlynn beams at Lathaliu!
Lathaliu smiles happily.
Daerlynn exclaims, "And who would have ever thought it would be a Cleric!!"
Lathaliu chortles softly at some secret joke.
You raise your hand.
Jaebom shrugs.
Lathaliu grins.
(Daerlynn gets ready for fire and brimstone.)
Heston grins at you.
Firannion smiles at Lathaliu.
Lathaliu laughs!
Dewsong says, "I was betting on a paladin..."
Dewsong grins.
Daerlynn grins at Dewsong.
Jaebom says, "i've heard of heavenly voices...."
Devas chuckles.
Daerlynn says, "Well.. before we have too many bad jokes...."
Jaebom laughs!

Lathaliu says, "Thank you everyone for coming. It does my heart good to see so many faces here tonight."

Lathaliu says, "I specialize in stories of the supernatural."

Lathaliu says, "ghosts, vengefuls gods, and things that go bump in the night..."

(Lathaliu begins to roam around the perimeter of the room closing the curtains and dimming the lanterns.)

Lathaliu ponders the room a moment and then smiles, satisfied. She winks and says, "We need the proper atmosphere for ghost stories."

Lathaliu enigmatically says, "I hope no one here is a afraid of the dark "

Lathaliu chuckles.
Lathaliu casually observes the area.
Lathaliu smiles slowly with an odd gleam in her eye.

(Lathaliu sit down in a chair at the front of the room, propping her lap desk and book bag beside her. A stray writing quill falls out and Lathaliu hastily picks it up and tucks in back in place within the desk's compartments.)

Lathaliu takes a seat.



Lathaliu says, "Before I begin today I would like to offer up a prayer to Eluned, She who gave Elotheans the gift of speech, whom we honor today as we gather to celebrate the ancient art of oral storytelling."

Lathaliu gets a deep blue silk-bound parchment from inside her parchment case.
Lathaliu carefully unrolls her parchment.
Lathaliu clears her throat.

Lathaliu glances up from her silk-bound parchment and recites:

    "*Prayer to Eluned*
          by Hylthorin Rowanburn"

Lathaliu reads in a calm, reverent tone:

    "Eluned, Lady of the deep waters, hear my voice.
     Dolphin rider, Wavesinger, I praise you.
     Be you the strong swell that bears me up,
     May I be strong and shine in your eyes."

Lathaliu continues:

    "Lemicus, Lady of the inner waters, hear my voice.
     Sweetwater Woman, Winddancer, I praise you.
     Be you the wisdom of my heart,
     Guide me to grace and favor in your eyes."

Lathaliu continues:

    "Drogor, Lord of the angry ocean, hear my voice.
     Stormcaller, Wolf of the Sea, I praise you.
     Turn your anger from me, Lord,
     Let me be safe from your fury and be humble in your eyes."

Lathaliu concludes:

    "Three who are One, hear my prayer.
     Three who are One, accept my praise,
     Hold and protect me in your gaze."

Lathaliu looks up and sighs, smiling.
Lathaliu carefully rolls her parchment.
Lathaliu touches the parchment to her lips reverently.
Lathaliu carefully slides a deep blue silk-bound parchment in a sandalwood parchment case engraved with the great balance superimposed over the symbol of the Cleric's Guild.
Lathaliu taps each of the chimes on her chain individually, paying homage to the Thirteen Immortals.



Lathaliu says, "and now for our first story of the night."

Lathaliu recites:

    "I call this the Executioner's Tale."

Lathaliu matter-of-factly says, "I heard this story from a man I met once in the Great Temple before its destruction. He told me that every year he makes a pilgrimage to leave an offering at the High Altar. He had a most unusual story to tell and claimed to be a descendant of the man about whom this story is told. I was deeply moved by his tale, and so I pass it on to you."

(Lathaliu settles down, smooths her skirt, and eyeing the room carefully, begins to speak.)

Lathaliu intones:

    "There was a human man named Williard who lived in the Crossing some time ago. Although by outward appearances he was an honest and hardworking fellow, a hidden greed lurked within his heart, unacknowledged perhaps, even by Williard himself."

Lathaliu intones:

    "One day, as he sat in the Half Pint Inn drinking his usual favorite, he noticed a mysterious woman come in and sit at the bar a few stools away."

Lathaliu intones:

    "She took his breath away with her beauty and poise. Williard approached her and bought her a drink. They struck up a conversation and as they talked, Williard fell so entranced with her that he barely noticed the night growing ever darker outside."

Lathaliu glances outside a moment.

Lathaliu intones:

    "Soon Williard found himself being led like a lamb up the stairs of the inn and into the mysterious woman's perfumed embrace."

Lathaliu intones:

    "As dawn approached and the woman made to leave, Williard felt a desperation tugging at his heart. Never had he felt for anyone like he felt now! Turning to her and grasping her hand in his he said - "

Lathaliu excitedly exclaims, "Wait! Please! What is it that your heart desires? Marry me and I will work twice as hard until I can buy us a home on Clanthew Boulevard!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "But the woman only smiled and said -"

Lathaliu sweetly says, "I cannot marry you and it is not a house that I desire of you, Williard."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Williard paused only a moment before replying - "

Lathaliu patiently exclaims, "Then I will outfit you with the most luxurious silks that Leth can offer! I will build you a fortress and you shall be Lady of the castle!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "But again the woman only smiled and said - "

Lathaliu sweetly says, "Williard, it is not fine clothes and a castle that I want of you, for I have no need of such things."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Then Williard in a last desperate plea said to her -"

Lathaliu emphatically exclaims, "Then what is it that you desire of me? Tell me and you shall have it!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "The woman fixed him with a radiant smile as Williard fell before her on bended knee. Then she replied - "

Lathaliu sweetly says, "There is only one thing that I desire of you, Williard-"

Lathaliu leans forward.
Lathaliu peers over the rim of her spectacles.

Lathaliu hauntingly says, "Your soul."

Lathaliu ponders in silence a moment, then raises her eyes to meet the gaze of everyone in the room before leaning back into her chair again.

Lathaliu darkly says, "At that moment Williard knew he had met an unearthly being, and not a mere mortal woman."

Lathaliu intones:

    "But before Williard could speak, the beautiful woman said to him -"

Lathaliu coyly says, "In return for your soul I shall make you a promise. No disease nor poison shall afflict you, no creature nor accident shall harm you, and you shall never be slain by the hand of any man."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Now the dark shadow within Williard's heart awoke and siezed his very reason and Williard was filled with a gleeful greed. To never fear death again! To never make a sacrifice to the gods for a favor! To be free from Urrem'tier's grasp! With an all too eager mind and a clouded heart Williard accepted the deal."

Lathaliu inhales a great swallow of air.
Lathaliu sighs.

Lathaliu intones:

    "Williard became the terror of the Crossing. Because he feared nothing and no one, he was ruled by his every selfish whim. He began frequenting the Viper's Nest Inn, getting roaringly drunk every night, and then getting thrown out for the brawls he started. He began to associate with any number of unsavory people and broke many an unsuspecting and innocent heart."

Lathaliu intones:

    "He was more than a nuisance. He was infamous. But like the woman promised, he seemed to have an amazing luck that kept him ever free from harm."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Till one day he went too far and killed a man in a fight over money right in front of the bank."

Lathaliu clucks her tongue and shakes her head.
Lathaliu frowns.

Lathaliu intones:

    "He was arrested immediately. Now, as we all know, the greatest punishment a citizen may receive is banishment. But in those days punishments were more severe, and Williard was sentenced to a death by hanging."

Lathaliu intones:

    "In the interim, Williard was housed in a tiny one-room cell located in Town Green Southwest, where the pillery now stands. It was tradition to keep a criminal there so that he could be openly jeered at by the populace and made to feel sorry and shameful for his crimes."

Lathaliu intones:

    "But the townspeople were wary, even afraid of Williard by now, for he spent his days raving in an endless tirade about how he could never be put to death. He mocked the guards who came to feed him, spat at onlookers, and thundered and laughed all through the night."

Lathaliu intones:

    "He could be heard saying -"

Lathaliu loudly exclaims, "You can never punish me! You can never harm me! You can never take me, body or spirit, for I can never die!"

Lathaliu shakes her fist!
Lathaliu cackles like a lunatic!

Lathaliu intones:

    "Finally, the night before his execution arrived. As was the custom, a cleric of Urrem'tier visited him to prepare him for his death. The townspeople gathered around to watch. But the cleric emerged from Williard's cell with her face dark and her eyes carrying little hope. She said to the crowd -"

Lathaliu glances about with concern on her face.

Lathaliu sadly says, "Williard still believes he can not die, even though he has no favors with the gods."

Lathaliu pulls the hood of her baladrana up.

Lathaliu intones:

    "Then the executioner arrived, face hidden and garbed in black, to also visit Williard, as was the custom. But word passed quickly that this was not Tramond, the well-known Crossing executioner."

Lathaliu intones:

    "A strange person had arrived earlier that day, requesting that they be allowed to hang the noose around Williard's neck instead. The mayor had agreed. There were many among the populace who would have liked to have hung Williard themselves."

(Lathaliu looks around the room, the tension and anticipation building in her face.)

Lathaliu intones:

    "The townspeople watched with great curiousity as the hooded stranger was let into Williard's cell. A murmuring voice was heard and then, through the tiny cell window, the people saw a gloved hand reach to remove the hood..."

Lathaliu screams!

Lathaliu exclaims, "Williard's terrified cries rang through the Square!"

Lathaliu excitedly says, "He begged and pleaded for mercy and sobbed like a frightened child. But the enigmatic figure replaced the hood and left Williard to his torment, disappearing into the night."

Lathaliu pushes her spectacles up the bridge of her nose.

Lathaliu intones:

    "In the morning, Williard was dragged struggling and screaming to the hanging block. The noose was tightened around his neck and the executioner climbed the steps to stand at Williard's side. Then the black-clad figure turned to face the crowd and spoke."

Lathaliu mockingly says, "Williard, it is indeed true what you have said. No disease nor poison shall afflict you, no creature nor accident shall harm you, and you shall never be slain by the hand of any man."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Then the executioner removed the black hood..."

Lathaliu pulls down the hood of her baladrana.
Lathaliu's eyes bug out!
Lathaliu gasps!

Lathaliu excitedly exclaims, "And the mysterious woman's face was revealed! She threw back her head and laughed!"

Lathaliu mockingly exclaims, "No no, Williard! Not the hand of any man! For I am Aldauth, goddess of death, and it is the hand of a woman which shall bring your doom!"

Lathaliu cackles like a lunatic!

Lathaliu wryly says, "And so she pulled the cord to the trapdoor beneath Williard's feet -"

Lathaliu leans forward.

Lathaliu quietly says, "And Williard lost both his life and his spirit to Aldauth's clever trickery."

Lathaliu smiles with a faint saddness in her eyes and grows quiet. She settles back into her seat, finished.

Lathaliu says, "you can all come out from behind your blankets now"
Lathaliu chortles softly at some secret joke.
Lathaliu grins.



Lathaliu says, "I collect stories from around the realms, and I am especially interested in stories about the gods. This next tale is a fable of unknown origin and age. It concerns a theme that is found in the tales of many cultures, and although there are countless variations, the basic message is the same. This is my favorite version."

Lathaliu says, "It is a story about Balance in all things."

Lathaliu says, "In each of the Thirteen Immortals we have both a light and a dark aspect, and likewise, here in the mortal realm our lives reflect the same."

Lathaliu pats a sandalwood parchment case engraved with the great balance superimposed over the symbol of the Cleric's Guild.
Lathaliu gets a prayer book from inside her writing desk.
Lathaliu opens her prayer book.
Lathaliu pushes her spectacles up the bridge of her nose.
Lathaliu squints through her spectacles at a prayer book.
(Lathaliu finds a marked page and begins to read.)

Lathaliu intones:

    "There once was a family of simple farmers. They lived peaceful lives and they prospered. But one day the woman of the family ate a poisonous mushroom and grew very ill. Although the man, her husband, sent for an empath and a cleric, the family lived far from any city and the woman died that night, leaving the world for the starry path above."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Her only son, just a boy, was devastated by her death, and so with heartfelt desperation he sought out the shrine of Hodierna. There he lit a white candle and kneeled at the altar. Then he cried out - "

Lathaliu chants:

    "Goddess of Life!
     Bless us with your favor
     Take away this pain and strive
     Let life reign with you as our savior!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "Then from the silence of the shrine he heard a voice, calm and melodious, which called to him -"

Lathaliu recites:

    "My faithful servant, you ask a great deal
     You want a world of Life unhindered? If this is what you want -"

Lathaliu recites:

    "Then so it shall be."

Lathaliu intones:

    "The voice lifted in song, like the music of a thousand birds, and with a gladdened heart, the boy returned to his family."

Lathaliu ponders a moment and carefully meets the eye of everyone around her. She solemnly says, "And so the world knew no Death."

(Lathaliu carefully turns a page in her prayer book and continues reading.)

Lathaliu intones:

    "The boy returned to a changed world. At first all were joyous. Everything grew in abundance, there was no disease or famine, and no one knew the sorrow of loss. But then things changed."

Lathaliu intones:

    "The goblins grew so numerous that they overran the cities. The reavers and crocodiles crowded the Northern Trade Route and blocked the caravans so all trade came to a standstill. The population grew, and people filled the cities, towns and villages, outgrowing their modest dwellings until beggars roamed the streets with nowhere to live."

Lathaliu intones:

    "The barbarians fought to try and push the creatures back into the woods, but their weapons were useless for no creature could die. The paladins struggled to maintain order in the riotous cities, but to no avail."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Since no one ever died, the people forgot those who had walked the starry road before them. The remaining stars grew dim and the night sky grew as black as an impenetrable velvet curtain. The Moon Magi could no longer divine."

Lathaliu ponders sadly and fixes her gaze on those around her. She solemnly says, "And so the world was thrown into chaos."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Time passed, and the boy grew into a man."

Lathaliu intones:

    "He saw the misery of the people and so with heartfelt desperation he sought out the shrine of Urrem'tier. There he lit a black candle and kneeled at the altar. Then he cried out - "

Lathaliu chants:

    "God of mortals' end!
     Grant us your gift
     Final death do us send
     That the Void may take us sure and swift!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "Then he heard a voice, deep and resonant, which said - "

Lathaliu recites:

    "My faithful servant, you ask a great deal
     You want a world of Death unhindered? If this is what you want -"

Lathaliu recites:

    "Then so it shall be."

Lathaliu intones:

    "The voice lifted in booming, delighted laughter and with a relieved heart, the man returned to his family."

Lathaliu ponders again growing suddenly very still. She looks up as if from a reverie and solemnly says, "And so the world was kept from Life."

(Lathaliu carefully turns a page in her prayer book.)

Lathaliu intones:

    "Things changed drastically. The world become a neverending winter and the people grew hungry for lack of food. Disease and pestilence swept through the land like a ravenous bear. The people crowded into the infirmaries for help but many had forgotten the craft of healing and there were few empaths. Thousands of souls walked the starry road because the people had grown overconfident and had ceased earning favors with the gods."

Lathaliu intones:

    "The night sky flared bright with a thousand new stars as many souls walked the starry road forever. The Moon Magi fled to their towers from the pain of the overwhelming power of the moons and stars. The night sky grew bright as the light of day."

Lathaliu ponders for a brief moment and her face fills with dismay. Her eyes widen with horror as she says, "The world was thrown into chaos."

Lathaliu intones:

    "The man, in fear and desperation, sought out the great temple. There he lit thirteen candles, one black, one white, and one of every other color, and he knelt at the foot of the great altar. Then he cried out -"

Lathaliu chants:

    "Oh Immortals of All!
     Balance is gone and order is lost
     Into chaos we spiral and fall
     For these wrongs we have paid the cost!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "And he heard a chorus of voices which surrounded him like a wind of furious sound, and it called to him -"

Lathaliu recites:

    "Faithful servant, you have seen that while separate we are also one. The world will be whole again, where life and death share equal reign. Is this your final request?"

Lathaliu intones:

    "The man replied that it was so. He humbled himself before the altar and waited breathlessly for the reply."

Lathaliu intones:

    "The chorus of voices answered him:"

Lathaliu recites:

    "Then so it shall be."

Lathaliu intones:

    "And so life and death, light and dark, were united once more like two halves of a whole, like the earth and the sky, the night and the day, the winter and the summer."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Remember this tale, dear Elanthians, and take nothing for granted. Your sorrows and your joys, your pain and your pleasures, your anguish and your peace, are but parts of the great cosmic puzzle. Respect the divine balance that brings order to the land."

(Lathaliu carefully places her bookmark in her prayer book.)
Lathaliu closes her prayer book.
Lathaliu puts her book in her writing desk.



Lathaliu says, "This is a traditional Elothean tale, a ghost story often told among the seafaring communities on those nights when the wind howls and the sea is angry. It is called "Drogor's Bargain."

Lathaliu intones:

    "There once was a young couple, newly bonded before the gods, and deeply in love. The woman, Ceralynne, was a scribe, and her husband, Tiorin, a sailor. Tiorin often went to sea for long periods of time, not returning for many andaen. Their partings were bittersweet and sad, but each time Tiorin tried to cheer his wife as best he could."

Lathaliu tenderly says, "My love will always be with you," he said to her, "no matter how far away I may be. Nothing can part two souls such as ours, not even death itself."

Lathaliu intones:

    "To this Ceralynne would reply:"

Lathaliu lovingly says, "I will pray for your safe return, but will mourn every moment that we are apart."

Lathaliu offers a prayer to Eluned for safe journeys.

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne did as promised, carefully tending to a small shrine to Lemicus not far from their home. She prayed there regularly, left offerings, and kept the altar clean. Finally, one day she saw her husband's ship returning and so she hurried down to the docks to greet him. But as the sailors disembarked, she saw that her husband was not among them. She called his name and searched the docks, but to no avail. At last one of the sailors approached her."

Lathaliu hesitantly says, "Are you Ceralynne, wife of Tiorin? I have for you a message." He handed her an envelope."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne tore it open hastily and read the lettering inside."

Lathaliu recites:

    "My dearest Ceralynne," the letter read, "I have reason to believe that I have found the lost paradise of Fostramor. I have taken passage aboard another ship which will take me there. When I arrive I will send for you. We will be together again soon, and will live out the rest of our days in a bliss long envied by the rest of the world! Have faith and await my next message. With all my love, Tiorin."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne was confused but hopeful. No one had found the land called Fostra's Haven, many said it did not exist, but what if he had? He would not have said so unless it were true. However, Ceralynne could not hide the nagging fear in her heart that her husband had embarked on a hopeless quest. She was happy enough with their current home, why couldn't that be enough for him as well?"

Lathaliu intones:

    "A long time passed and Ceralynne grew restless. Her husband's usual ship and crew came and went many times, but still no new message arrived as was promised. Her prayers to Lemicus grew more and more insistant, her desperate pleas sounding more like demands and finally even like threats. At last she shook her fist at the clouds and cried out to the sky:"

Lathaliu inhales a great swallow of air.
Lathaliu gazes upward.

Lathaliu loudly asks, "Lemicus, why have your turned your back against me? Has my husband abandoned me? Have you allowed the sea to devour him? All that truly mattered to me is gone! Did I not keep your altar clean? Did I not leave daily offerings? Did I not dance and sing your praises?"

Lathaliu quietly says, "But she was answered with silence."

Lathaliu intones:

    "In her anger, Ceralynne swiped her hand across the altar, tossing her latest offering to the floor. She ran from the shrine, letting her feet carry her heedlessly across the sands until at last she fell to the ground, overcome with grief. She lay there for a long time, listening to the lonely call of the wind and the rhthym of the waves nearby. At last she became aware that she was not alone."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne had run into the mouth of a sea cave. She looked about at the damp, stoney walls, squinting into the shadows, but she saw nothing. Then a voice came to her."

Lathaliu darkly says, "My child, do not despair. I have heard your cries of anguish, I have felt your anger and your pain. I know of loss and grief, and I know that which you seek. Have you forgotten? The sea is also my domain."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne was afraid, for now she could see shapes coming out of the darkness of the cave that had eluded her eyes before. She had fallen at the feet of a cold stone altar and knew at once that she had aroused Drogor himself from his watery slumber. But her desperation and sorrow was stronger than her fear."

Lathaliu meekly asks, "Can you help me?"

Lathaliu darkly says, "Of course. I can bring back your husband. Is this what you desire? Say the word and it shall be done."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne was amazed and filled with such longing that she barely hesitated. She laid her forehead against the chill altar stone and called out a formal request."

Lathaliu chants:

    "Great Drogor, god of the oceans deep
     Do this favor and this obligation keep
     One thing I ask, one thing I seek
     Bring my husband back to me!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne felt a touch on the top of her head and looked up."

Lathaliu gasps!
Lathaliu covers her mouth with her hand.

Lathaliu intones:

    "Before her stood Drogor himself, in the form of an Elothean. His hair was a deep blue, like the waters of the sea, and shells and bright coral sparkled on his head like jewels in a crown. His robe was a stormy sky of shifting, swirling grey. He gave Ceralynne a chilling smile, his eyes alight with sparks like lightning."

Lathaliu firmly says, "Go now back to your home. Your request has been granted. When the sea swells once again with storm and rage, open your door and you shall receive my gift to you."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne returned to her home, nervous, yet filled with hope. Lemicus had not heeded her tearful pleas, but Drogor had come to her, almost unbidden. She waited impatiently. While the other sailing families watched the sea with apprehension, fearful of any coming storm, Ceralynne looked to the heaving waves with hope and joy, secretly welcoming the next tempest."

Lathaliu intones:

    "One night the skies darkened and the wind beat against the house, wailing mournfully. Ceralynne opened her front door, and wrapped in a warm cloak, she waited just inside for the storm to come nearer. The wind tore at her hair like claws, howling, and below the ocean waves thundered and roared, pounding relentlessly at the rocky shore. Ceralynne huddled in a chair, her eyes watching the beach trail that led to her front door."

Lathaliu pulls the hood of her baladrana up.
Lathaliu draws her grey baladrana around herself.
Lathaliu shivers.
Lathaliu gazes off into the distance.

Lathaliu intones:

    "In spite of the hounding winds and rain, Ceralynne grew weary and closed her eyes. She thought dreamily about the reunion she would have with Tiorin, and soon her thoughts faded foggily into a light sleep. From the back of her mind, half clouded in dream, she heard a voice. At times it seemed to meld with the wind, moaning tunelessly, but at last she began to discern words."

Lathaliu hauntingly asks, "Ceralynne..." the voice called sadly. "Ceralynne, are you waiting for me?"

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne shook off sleep at once and sat upright in her chair. It was Tiorin! He sounded so far away, so tired."

Lathaliu loudly exclaims, "I am here! It is me, Ceralynne!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "She strained to see through the darkness."

Lathaliu leans forward.
Lathaliu squints.

Lathaliu slowly says, "Ceralynne...I am coming for you." The voice was growing louder."

Lathaliu excitedly exclaims, "Tiorin! You have come home to me at last!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne thought she could just make out a shape approaching, coming up from the beach. She leaped up from her chair."

Lathaliu intones:

    "The voice was stonger now, more insistant."

Lathaliu enigmatically says, "Ceralynne, I have found Fostramor! It is everything I dreamed. It is paradise..."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne was unsure. Could he have truly found Fostramor?"

Lathaliu holds her breath.

Lathaliu intones:

    "A dim shape was stumbling wearily up the walkway, its steps weak and forlorn. If Tiorin had found paradise, shouldn't he be happy? He must be tired, such a journey he had traveled, and through such a storm."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Tiorin came into view and stood in the doorway. He raised a slow hand and beckoned."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne felt a sudden fear twist inside her. This was not the Tiorin she knew! His clothes were torn and ragged, his gait uneven, his voice haggard and worn. Seaweed hung from his shoulders and hair and clung to his ankles as he moved. Sea water dripped from him in a steady stream, forming an ever growing puddle that was seeping its way toward her. But worst of all was what she saw when she looked upon his face."

Lathaliu shrieks!
Lathaliu covers her mouth with her hand.

Lathaliu loudly says, "His face! It was waxen and pale, drained and cold. There was a black, empty hole where one eye should have been, while the other stared hollowly at her with dreadful longing. When it opened its bloodless lips to speak again, Ceralynne could take no more."

Lathaliu screams!
Lathaliu begins an eerie, warbling wail of despair.

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne backed further into the room, her legs suddenly so stiff that she could barely command them to move. She stumbled over her chair and it toppled to the ground."

Lathaliu exclaims, "No! Stay back! You are not Tiorin!" She threw out her hands before her as if to push him away. "Come no closer!"

Lathaliu wistfully says, "Ceralynne," the voice implored, "Come with me to paradise. We will be together at last. At long last, together again..."

Lathaliu intones:

    "In shame and horror Ceralynne fell to her knees and began to pray."

Lathaliu regretfully exclaims, "Have pity on me Drogor! Lemicus forgive me! I have made a terrible mistake, there must be someway to undo what I have done! Eluned, do not abandon me now!"

Lathaliu intones:

    "Suddenly Drogor was at her side. "What is the matter Ceralynne?" he asked. "Have I not given you what you wanted? Have I not brought your husband back to you? Go with him. Is my kingdom not paradise enough for you?"

Lathaliu quivers.
Lathaliu sobs.
Lathaliu covers her eyes with her hand.

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne was at a loss. She begged and cried, imploring Drogor for mercy, but he would not yield. All the while Tiorin's own moans and pleas filled her ears."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Ceralynne had just about given up when a glowing light filled one corner of the room. She heard Drogor make a wordless snarl. She looked up."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Before her was a tall Elothean woman, wrapped in a halo of light. Her white dress flowed behind her like the wings of a bird and the sweet smell of sea air clung to her. Her eyes were kind but sad."

Lathaliu tenderly says, "I have never abandoned you Ceralynne, even when you cursed me and tried to defile my altar. I heard your cries and I pitied you, but you must understand that there are some things that even I cannot do."

Lathaliu says, "Can you help me now? Is there anything that you would do for one such as me?" Ceralynne looked pleadingly at Lemicus. "Perhaps I do not deserve your kindness, but I am so afraid."

Lathaliu sternly exclaims, "Help her not!" Drogar said. "She has cast a bargain with me and I will have what is rightfully mine!"

Lathaliu shakes her fist!

Lathaliu intones:

    "Lemicus stood still and silent for a long time. She gave Drogor a knowing glance of shared understanding, but then her kindness for Ceralynne shone in her sad but growing smile."

Lathaliu kindly says, "I cannot erase the bargain you have made with my brother Drogor. But I can make it less. I will give you back your life, but it will not be the one that you once knew."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Lemicus passed her hand over Ceralynne's brow. Ceralynne felt a shiver run through her while her ears filled with the sound of ocean waves. Tiorin cried out and reached for her, but at that moment Ceralynne the Elothean ceased to be. A small, gasping fish flopped in her place."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Drogar frowned at first but then felt appeased. He waved to Tiorin, who bent to retrieve the fish and sadly cradled the creature in his arms."

Lathaliu firmly says, "Come with me Tiorin. It is time to return to the sea." Drogor gestured to the forlorn shade that had once been Ceralynne's devoted husband, and faded into the windy night. Tiorin shuffled slowly out the door and down the beach, still carrying his precious cargo in his arms. As the wind howled and mourned, he disappeared once again into the foamy sea."

Lathaliu smiles sadly and bows her head. "That is the tale of Drogar's Bargain."
Lathaliu pulls down the hood of her baladrana.



Lathaliu says, "I have one song for you all tonight, if you will indulge me. My voice is not trained, of course, but hopefully I can do it justice. It is an Elothean lullaby that tells the tale of the world's creation and the first races to walk the land."

Lathaliu recites:

    "This is a song my mother used to sing to me as a child. It is called "Bright One."

Lathaliu sings:

    "When the world was nothing but earth and air
     Devoid of life's soft breath and sigh
     The gods created seven beings fair
     To fill the Void and walk the green land dry."

Lathaliu sings:

    "Bright One!
     Your life has come
     Hear now, hark!
     You were born-
         -from gods' divine spark."

Lathaliu sings:

    "When the first six rose and took on life
     Animals and trees stretched far and near
     A silence broke the sky like the cut of a knife
     As the gods wept with joy and shed a tear."

Lathaliu sings:

    "Bright Star!
     You'll fly so far
     Stand up, stand tall
     Be not afraid-
         -to answer your call."

Lathaliu sings:

    "From that crystal tear a rain did fall
     And the seventh being took shape and form
     Enlivened from the gods' very beckoning call
     Through divine will the first Elothean was born."

Lathaliu sings:

    "Bright Moon!
     Sing your own tune
     Live long, live full
     Roam where you will-
         -when you feel that pull."

Lathaliu sings:

    "As they spread across both earth and sea
     Eluned smiled on each child's birth
     Every mystery revealed, their mind the key
     Knowledge their food, and wisdom their mirth."

Lathaliu sings:

    "Bright Sun!
     Your thoughts will run
     Bathed in light
     Do not hide-
         -from what is right."

Lathaliu sings:

    "By darkened shadow or awakening light
     Know the Thirteen made you whole
     For you are blessed (and chosen!) in their sight
     Divine spark resides within your soul."

Lathaliu sings:

    "Bright One!
     Be not undone
     Hold true and proud
     For heritage makes you-
         -one out of a crowd."



Lathaliu says, "Telling stories is what I love most, both in spoken word and written. If you liked what you heard tonight and are interested in hearing more, you can visit the Crossing temple library or the Aesry library and find a book there that I have written, called "A Promise to a Star."

Lathaliu says, "I would like to leave off with a final 3-verse prayer - a blessing for safe travels as you all make your way home tonight. This is a prayer that applies to all kinds of journeys, not just the ones we take with our feet."

Lathaliu recites:

    "Prayer Before a Journey."

Lathaliu intones:

    "Though a long road I walk before this day will end
     I will not rest
         though I am weary
     I will not falter
         though the road be not straight
     I will not stray
         though prettier paths beckon
     And I will not fall
         though the ground be uneven."

Lathaliu intones:

    "As I journey long towards my heart's desire
     May the wind be at my back
         when storms threaten
     May the sun and stars
         light my way in darkness
     May Divyaush send kind words to greet me
         when in foreign lands
     And may hope hold my spirits high
         when I am lost."

Lathaliu intones:

    "By Tamsine's blessing I will arrive to a warm hearth
     Truffenyi's grace will see me safely home
     Where I will take my final rest
     Cradled peacefully in Phelim's starlit embrace."

Lathaliu rubs some turquoise prayer beads with a leaping dolphin-shaped jade charm.
(Lathaliu bows her head and grows still.)
Lathaliu offers a prayer to Eluned for safe journeys.

Lathaliu says, "I want to thank you all so much for coming and I hope you enjoyed everything."



Llywelfynn says, "I seek... well I can sing it better than say it."

Llywelfynn says, "This I will call... Fynn's Search"

Llywelfynn clears his throat.

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I seek the seven virtues bound together in one form
     A lady of surpassing beauty far above the norm."

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I seek one blessed with voice so pure, so sweet, so passing fair
     But one who's sweet speech marks her words as true beyond compare
     This paragon will radient be in what she's made to wear
     Her wisdom is a gem to match the glory of her hair
     And chaste is she, and loyal to the man she deigns to choose
     At war this maid is masterful with arms she comes to use"

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I seek the seven virtues bound together in one form
     A lady of surpassing beauty far above the norm."

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "In Celtic lore Six Virtues, Seven virtues in this land
     Beauty, Fair Voice, Sweet Speech, Skill when working cloth by hand
     Wisdom sure, Chastity, and skill to face the battles storm
     I seek the seven virtures bound together in one form."

Llywelfynn smiles.

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I offer as a match dexterity in battle feats
     My nimble leap, my wisdom, and my words, uncommon sweet
     A comely face, some say, and too a not unpleasant form
     A man, a bard, a lover who would hold you close and warm."

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I from the Isle of Green Hills far beyond the nine fold sea
     Where my father, Naill of the Hostages, is Righ
     And I my birth right laid aside to seek uncommon love
     Hinted of in magic dreams and scryed in stars above"

Llywelfynn grins.

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I confess my wisdom is hard won by promise shattered
     The maid I loved then broke my heart and left me sore and battered
     But now I'm wiser and I seek the seven virtues fair
     And hope, when I behold her, to have found a lover there."

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I seek the seven virtues bound together in one form
     A lady of surpassing beauty far above the norm."

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I seek on blessed with voice so pure, so sweet, so passing fair
     But one who's sweet speech marks her words as true beyond compare
     This paragon will radient be in what she's made to wear
     Her wisdom is a gem to match the glory of her hair
     And chaste is she, and loyal to the man she deigns to choose
     At war this maid is masterful with arms she comes to use"

Llywelfynn sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I seek the seven virtues bound together in one form
     A lady of surpassing beauty far above the norm."

Llywelfynn bows.



Llywelfynn says, "I've a story... a short one."

Llywelfynn blushes a bright red color.

Llywelfynn says, "it is about a bard, a great bard"

Llywelfynn says, "well, I'll tell you"

Llywelfynn nods.

Llywelfynn says, "This is a story of Carolan the Great"

Llywelfynn says, "Carolan was a famous bard, invited to host at the royal table one night where was called to play an elothean fellow judged to be a master of the Rebec."

Llywelfynn says, "... and he did play a long concerto of a sort that Carolan the bard had never heard before."

Llywelfynn asks, "the king said, "Carolan, this is fine music, have you heard its like before?"

Llywelfynn says, "Nae," said Carolan, "I have memorized so many ditties but I've heard not this until this very day.""

Llywelfynn asks, "The king said, wanting to have sport with Carolan, "It was writ by Bock and played upon the Rebec finely don't you think, Oh Carolan the bard. Could you play a song so fine as did this Elothean fellow?"

Llywelfynn gets a simple lyre from inside his journey pack.

Llywelfynn says, "Tis easily done," said Carolan. He drew his harp up on his knee and note for note though it were long the master played back the same song.""

Llywelfynn says, "We think you make sport of us", the king did say, "You've no doubt heard the song before. You played it over note for note with no stumbling... nor written score."

Llywelfynn asks, "Carolan smiled, "I've no use of written music, doubly so for I am blind, but would you retract your charge of guile, oh king, if I composed and play another in the author Bock's own style?"

Llywelfynn asks, "twas the Rebecist asked all agog, "You will truly play a song like Bock would write it and the writing and the playing of it you will do right now as one?"

Llywelfynn says, "Again upon his knee the blind bard drew up his harp and smiling said, "tis easily done""

Llywelfynn grins.

Llywelfynn says, "And then he played a song that none had heard before for which great Bock himself would swell with pride to own. So fine his craft Bock might have wondered, were he there, just how he had forgot this piece so styled familiar and yet so freshly new upon his ear."

Llywelfynn winks.
Llywelfynn beams!

Llywelfynn says, "Then Gintheru the Silken, the famous Elothean bard said, "Master, how may I be trained to do one half of what you harp? I thought myself so full of talents but I see now I have none.""

Llywelfynn says, "Carolan smiled, "Get for me a cup of wine and come with me m'lad, tis easily done."

Llywelfynn bows.



Firannion says, "I too have a tale of Gintheru the Silken..."

Firannion smiles with the relaxed confidence of a seasoned professional as she leans one booted foot on a low stool and fine-tunes her instrument.

Firannion says, "In my wanderings as a collector of folklore, I've discovered that midwives are one of the richest sources of traditional material. I try to seek them out wherever I go, and ask what ancient songs and tales they preserve."

Firannion listens carefully to the mahogany psaltery, plucking the strings.

Firannion says, "On a recent visit to Therengia, I met an Elven midwife of venerable age and sharp memory who claimed that her mother had known one of the greatest bards of all time."

Firannion says, "His name is proverbial among our guild, and we all know how to hum a happy melody of his, but few seem to know much of his history."

Firannion ponders her fingering as she quietly begins to pick out a simple but mesmerizing pattern.

Firannion says, "Perhaps I can help rectify that now. This is the story that the midwife told me, as I have set it in verse."

Firannion takes a deep breath as if about to start singing, then interrupts herself as if she had just thought of something.

Firannion says, "Incidentally, it also attempts to explain the origin of the enchante that we call Meraud's Blessing. Today we play it on stringed or percussion instruments, but the legend tells that once, and once only, it was permitted by the god to be sung."

Firannion clears her throat.

Firannion says, "So without further ado, I give you..."The Healer of Gintheru"."

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "In Langenfirth, where I had my birth
     Lived a crone of the healing ways
     Of Elvenkind, she could call to mind
     The heroes of elder days"

Firannion lets an incipient melody rise to the surface, inspiring yet soothing, which you soon begin to think of as the Empath's Theme.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "With many a tale she would regale
     Her listeners old and young
     And a sigh or two for Gintheru
     The bard of the silken tongue"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "I'd sit at her feet in Summer's heat
     And when Winter's gales increased
     To hear her recall the rise and fall
     Of the dreadful Dragon Priests"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "It came to pass, when she was a lass
     As pretty as she was poor
     A lad came oft to her parents' croft
     Determined to be her wooer"

Firannion subtly introduces a rhythmic line in the bass strings whose gentle repetition suggests someone steady and dependable: the Cleric's Theme.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "For public gaze, in those perilous days
     He traveled the tinker's road
     But secretly, for fear of Dzree
     He was pledged to serve Meraud"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Beside her fire this itinerant friar
     Courted her well and long
     Her heart near won, but all was undone
     By a bard's enticing song"

Firannion now begins to weave in the Bard's Theme: a flashier figure, like a golden thread running through a dark tapestry.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "One Winter's night to her fireside bright
     Strayed a minstrel of far-flung fame
     Seeking shelter from storm, both dry and warm
     And Gintheru was his name"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "From tavern to town he bore tidings around
     With music his way he paid
     For a song and a tale he earned bread, cheese and ale
     And the heart of an empath maid"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "As he wandered away on the following day
     He promised her he would return
     When Summer was done, and the harvest begun
     And the first leaves beginning to turn"

Firannion modulates into a minor key version of the Cleric's Theme, creating a sense of unease.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "When her cleric called, she stammered and stalled
     And he wondered what made her strange
     But he prayed and he swore his god before came and passed, then Summer at last
     And her days seemed weary and long
     Though she saw no trace of Gintheru's face
     In the tavern she heard a new song"

Firannion shifts back into the Bard's Theme, this time at a more jagged, menacing tempo.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "It made mockery of the cult of Dzree
     And its singing was swiftly banned
     But all who did hark said it bore the mark
     Of the silken Gintheru's hand"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "With Autumn's last leaf came news of great grief
     To the lovelorn empath's ears:
     Of Gintheru ta'en, to be tortured and slain
     Confirming her worst fears"

Firannion softens the harsh chords into a more poignant mood as the Cleric's Theme wells up once again.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "That cleric so good gave what comfort he could
     And in time she accepted his ring
     He eased her despair with tenderest care
     And she promised they'd wed in the Spring"

Firannion abruptly turns the Bard's Theme into a halting, macabre march that makes your skin crawl with dread.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "At the sound of a shout the people turned out
     When a Dragon Priest troop came to town
     They held a parade of some martyrs they'd made
     Just to cow any malcontents down"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Alive but scarred and in chains came her bard
     From the dungeons of deadly Dzree
     His famed silken tongue, round his neck it was hung
     As a warning to satirists free"

Firannion brings up the Empath's Theme once again, stirring and graceful, suggesting the transcendant power of love over oppression.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "All but two that day turned their faces away
     As that bloody procession did pass
     No healer drew near, all shrank back in fear
     But for one very brave Elven lass"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "He hung his proud head and walked as if dead
     No fire in Gintheru's eyes
     Not once did he blink till his love forged a link
     Then he started and stared in surprise"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "The Dragon Priest guard surrounding the bard
     Their spears at the empath did fling
     She uttered no sound as she fell to the ground
     But Gintheru started to sing"

Firannion suddenly mutes the drone strings with her left hand while her right recreates the solo voice of the Bard, then adds a more urgent version of the Cleric's Theme in counterpoint.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "On the edge of the crowd one shouted aloud
     A tinker he seemed by his wear
     Though it meant his death, he'd restore her breath
     So he sent up a desperate prayer"

Firannion throws her head back and howls!

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "From nowhere there strode the wolf of Meraud
     The biggest that ever was seen
     It first slew the guard, then nuzzled the bard
     And licked all the empath's wounds clean"

Firannion concentrates hard on her instrument now, her fingers seeming to fly as she plays all three themes at once, the sound of three lives interwoven by fate.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Then Gintheru's song grew louder and strong
     A Blessing the god had conferred
     The Dragon Priests fled as the friar bowed his head
     And a gasp from the empath was heard"

Firannion brings the triple theme to a crescendo and lets it drop, scraping one string with her fingernail in a sort of metallic sigh.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "She never would tell what else befell
     Betwixt these two lads and a lass
     She only would say the wolf melted away
     With a sound like the wind in the grass"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Though the fugitive bard no longer was scarred
     He still bore a price on his head
     She knew in her heart that again they must part
     And soon into hiding he fled"

Firannion segues softly from the Bard's Theme into the Cleric's, then finally the Empath's.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "In Springtime a bride at the bold cleric's side
     That empath was destined to be
     'Twas not long before a wee babe she bore
     The babe that grew up to be me"

Firannion lets the melody rock slowly, like a cradle, before it fades down, leaving nothing but the bare bones of the original picking pattern.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "And to this very day, I still cannot say
     Though I am no longer young
     Whether my sire was Meraud's holy friar
     Or that bard with the silken tongue!"

Guest Descriptions


Theurgist Lathaliu Ewoenyn, an Elothean Cleric.
She has crystal green eyes, long fine white hair that is braided, and fair skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a waermodi gwethdesuan, a small strap-worn rosewood writing desk, a sandalwood parchment case engraved with the great balance superimposed over the symbol of the Cleric's Guild, a worn leather book bag bearing the crest of the Asemath Academy, a silver gilt hauberk, a dove-grey gossamer skirt, a heavy grey baladrana with silver embroidery trim, a silver kathla of nine delicately carved turquoise plates depicting events surrounding the life of Eluned, an intricate stained glass torque depicting a dolphin darting through a blue-green seascape, a sprig of mistletoe, a white velvet ribbon, a smokey black satin ribbon, a pristine white silk rosette the color of an unshadowed snowfield, a frosty lazurite ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a hip belt of delicate silver links dangling with tiny enameled blossoms in a rainbow of colors, an anklet made of interlocked black opal scorpions, a belled anklet, a set of thirteen slender crystalline chimes inset with filigreed silver animal charms, a mist grey arm pouch, a soft white linen sack clasped with a carved lapis lazuli albatross, some glittering snowflake filigree earrings, some finely embroidered ivory clerical robes, a fringed prayer shawl, a carved onyx dragonfly bauble, a red garnet scorpion bauble, a snow white wreath, a heavy silver charm bracelet, some turquoise prayer beads with a leaping dolphin-shaped jade charm, a pilgrim's badge, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a black agate ring inset with a cambrinth shark, an onyx ring inset with a cambrinth scorpion, some silver steel-rimmed spectacles, some mail gloves, some fringed leather sandals, a cambrinth armband carved into the shape of interlocked leaping dolphins and a lantholite gwethdesuan.



Adhikari Rayfe'l, a S'Kra Mur.
She has slitted grey eyes and green-brown scales.
She is young for a S'Kra Mur.
She has a tattoo of a pair of serpents entwined around a hemlock blossom on her shoulder.

She has deep cuts across the neck, an occasional twitching in the abdomen, a bruised, swollen and slashed left eye, deep slashes across the tail.

She is wearing a grey gossamer cloak that flows over the shoulders and trails down the back like twilight mist, a crystal king snake tailband, a silver drop earring set in the center with a carved mountain agate, a twisted cambrinth armband, an embossed copper armband, a shoulder satchel, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, a polished abalone shell necklace suspended from a cord of braided seaweed, some beaded-deerskin sandals, a wire and amber pin, a pink Appease rose, a worn golden medallion, a hip belt of delicate silver links dangling with tiny enameled blossoms in a rainbow of colors, an indigo gossamer sarong, a beautiful mask of Peri'el and a draw-string canvas pouch appliqued with dried starfish.



WoundBearer Arestil d'Kiresan of Zoluren, a Rakash Empath.
He has grey eyes, shoulder length wavy golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a sturdy black backpack, some silver steel-rimmed spectacles, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, some pleated black wool breeches cross-gartered from ankle to knee, a purple gem pouch, some jet black boots with pointed steel toe caps damascened in gold and silver, a silvery grey swordsman's shirt with full sleeves and laced cuffs, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain and a finely-woven dark wool cloak fastened with silver-tasseled laces.



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

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

She is wearing a silver mesh moonflower framed by delicate emerald silk leaves, 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 diminutive cambrinth kingsnake, a gypsy kerchief, a hip pouch, a tarnished silver whiskey flask, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up highly on one side, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a silvery buckskin harness, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, a delicate white gold wedding ring entwined with a lover's knot cradling a harp, a carved pick, some dark green suede boots with rawhide laces, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, some hammered gold toe bells, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a filigreed gold bracelet studded with frost opals and hung with tiny bells, a belled anklet, a set of thirteen golden bells embellished with leafy silver filigree, some fringed moss-green suede falconer's gauntlets and a pale blue oval cameo locket.



Devas Sebastianne, an Elf.
He has silver eyes, cropped silver hair, and ebon skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a large, thick, bristling mustache on his upper lip and a long fuzzy beard.

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

He is holding a glass of plum wine in his right hand.
He is wearing a walnut longbow, a sturdy backpack, some double chain mail, an embossed quiver, a claymore sheath, a black gem pouch and a medium oilcloth case.



Troubadour Dewsong deRosa, an Elothean Bard.
He has milky blue eyes, shoulder length thick silver hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is in his prime for an Elothean.
He is clean shaven.

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

He is holding a glass of plum wine in his right hand.
He is wearing an elegant plumed hat, a heavy silver charm bracelet, a cerulean blue lute case embellished with elaborate gold embroidery, a silver earring in the shape of a shield emblazoned with a heart, a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a shimmering golden harp, a brass-riveted leather travel pack embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines, some dusty rose boots, a leather-cup shepherd's sling, a dusty rose bag, a dusty rose sack, a dusty rose cloak, an amethyst engagement ring, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a delicate gold rose ring, a dusty rose pouch, some rich red pleated wool breeches embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, a billowing white shirt with pleated ruffs on the collar and cuffs, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a dusty rose pick, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a dusty rose harness, some chain, a faded rose suede vest, a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram and a composite bow.



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

She is holding a flagon of ginger beer in her left hand.
She is wearing a crimson dragon-painted shield, an ivory-inlaid composite bow, a leather sheath, a sprig of mistletoe, a belled anklet, some flowing silk gauze trousers, some dainty kidskin sandals with silk ankle laces, a spherical pendant of lustrous obsidian suspended from a black cord, a carved pick, some scale greaves, some diaphanous veils threaded with silvery silken strands, an embossed quiver, a gauzy silk bodice adorned with a chain of silver bells, a slender gold necklace made from a chain of interlocking hearts, some interlocking gold heart earrings, a slender gold bracelet made from delicate interlocking hearts, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a diamond band, a crimson silk pouch adorned with a crystal charm depicting Faenella's wren carrying a rose in its beak, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a belt of heavy beaten gold medallions etched with a sunburst design and linked with tiny brass bells, a waermodi gwethdesuan, some ring mail and a pale blue oval cameo locket.



Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard.
She has violet eyes, long thick silver hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a lantholite gwethdesuan, a pair of fitted suede leggings with crystal beading on the pockets, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a silvery calf-hide moneybelt embroidered in gold thread, some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lightweight chainmail robe fashioned from deeply hued rings, a platinum cloak pin in the shape of a lyre, a cerulean blue scabbard, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, a cheery azure cookie bag, a golden libation caddy with an embroidered flap, a small linen sack embroidered with comical chickens, a cerulean blue lute case embellished with elaborate gold embroidery, a white swordsman's shirt with flowing sleeves and long tapered cuffs, some hip length white calfshide boots, a carved pick, some calla lily earrings with pearl accents, an antique gold engagement ring set with a heart-shaped alexandrite of shifting hue, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a gold-banded lapis lazuli locket, a tin boobrie trinket, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a cerulean blue pouch, some indigo herringbone socks and an onyx-inlaid light crossbow.



Fyffe Lish'Esturi, an Elven Bard.
She has bright green eyes, long wavy light brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin with a dragon-shaped birthmark on her neck.
She is fairly young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding an ebony flute with silver keys in her right hand.
She is wearing a pale blue oval cameo locket, a silken rose hair ribbon, a softly-draped silk tunic stitched with intricate silver knotwork, a delicate silver necklace with a polished jade and amethyst disk-shaped pendant, a brushed silver ring set with identically carved jade and amethyst stones, a threadbare hooded cloak with a frayed hem, an old thigh pouch, some travel-worn boots, a thickly-padded instrument case, some simple leggings, a journey-worn traveler's pack and a carved silver pick.



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

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

She is holding a Taffelberry fizz in her right hand.
She is wearing a short bow, a tobacco pouch, a diminutive cambrinth welkin, a blue spidersilk rose tinted the lovely hue of Xibar's light, some chain greaves, a pure white wool backpack stitched with a small lamb, a vivid green satin rosette, a brass ox trinket, a dangling onyx ox charm on a silver chain, a hammered copper ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a glass moon trinket, a tin shadowling trinket, a softly-draped sleeveless white silk tunic, a lightweight green silk bodice with full elbow-length sleeves, a soft midnight blue velvet rune pouch embroidered with silvery stars, a wooden ring carved in the shape of a curled mouse, a woven silver choker sprinkled with dark emerald teardrops, a jade green spidersilk skirt with frothy white batiste petticoats, a glass egg trinket and a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather.



Heston Falconsong, an Elothean.
She has crystal blue eyes, short straight auburn hair that is loose, and 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 dashing linen pirate's shirt that hangs open in the front, a tight black high-necked sweater, a somber black haversack, a blue sapphire eyebrow ring with blackened heron feathers dangling to the side, some golden viper-skin boots embroidered with rampant black dragons, a blackened steel locket, a black wool scarf with one end flipped casually over the shoulder, some charcoal-grey pleated wool dueling pants accented with subtle burgundy piping, an elegant split-strap sword belt with rich black velvet accents and delicate carved ivory buckles, a heavy black greatcoat and a hip pouch.



Isembard Isimbard, a Human.
He has ale-brown eyes, shoulder length straight golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is fairly young for a Human.
He has an elegantly trimmed mustache on his upper lip and a long, narrow elegantly trimmed goatee.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flagon of ginger beer in his right hand.
He is wearing an oval shield, an oak short bow, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a tin boobrie trinket, a smoky topaz ogre bauble, a knotted leather belt, some copper pin-striped trousers, a bandana, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lavender blue neckband, a hip pouch, a thigh pouch, a stylish silver satin vest with emerald embroidery along the seams and golden turtle-shell buttons, an inlaid turquoise and bone wristcuff, a Bardic Soul Knot pendant, a lavender blue ear-stud, some polished black leather boots with gold-trimmed leather tassels, a carved dragon-engraved pick, a blue medium case, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a lavender leather sheath, a short hunting spear, a turquoise long pouch, a long-sleeved purple silk shirt, some tawny gold buckskin leathers and a golden leather mask.



Taleweaver Jaebom Clivin, a S'Kra Mur Bard.
He has one crystal green eye and one violet eye and golden scales.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a silver-grey doublet with the Bard Guild crest embroidered on the left chest, a flame orange backpack, some solid black troll-skin pants with a thin dusty rose stripe down the sides, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a fine linen pillowcase colorfully embroidered with the crest of Taelbert's Inn, a tattered burlap bag marked "Majikul Supplize", a slender silver eyebrow ring, a worked leather staff harness, a wooden lizard trinket, a glass adder trinket, a wooden crow trinket, a glass S'Kra Mur trinket, a carved beryl piglet bauble, a cambrinth ring, a cambrinth ring, a mirror-finish gold-plated ring engraved with the heron of Idon, an onyx raven armband, a dolphin armband, a glittering quartz nose stud, a carved obsidian earcuff, a gold tail band shaped like a cobra with shimmering topaz eyes, a white leather writing case with a delicate silver hawk clasp, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a double-strapped black leather tail pouch, a ruby scorpion amulet, a silver chain, a shiny pig anklet, a gold pin in the shape of crossed flutes, a sack streaked with ale and wine stains, some dark brown leather sandals, a slate grey cape run through with subtle sage green threads, an etched Bard crest pin, a troll-claw necklace, a carved wren-engraved pick and an archer's cougar-pelt bracer.



Defender Kellenfire Malengine, a Human Paladin.
He has dark eyes, shoulder length wavy black hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a sparse beard.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a teardrop cambrinth pendant, a moonstone Paladin bauble, a red satin tabard sewn in brilliant gold thread with the emblem of the wren of Faenella, a gold cloak pin engraved with the crest of the Paladin Guild, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a sturdy purple backpack, a deep amaranth arm pouch, a vivid topaz suede drum pouch, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a greatsword sheath, a fluttering yellow riband with a driftwood mermaid charm on the end, a red pouch woven of fine spidersilk, an orange gem pouch, a heavy golden cloak with a lionskin mantle and hood, some winged orange leather boots, some iron gauntlets deeply engraved with stylized lions, some mirror-finished silver plate bedecked with loops of blued steel chain, a steel tower shield painted with a pumpkin and a pilgrim's badge.



Bard Llywelfynn MacNaill, an Elf.
He has amber eyes, shoulder length wavy red hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a short thin mustache on his upper lip and a sparse beard.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a stone mortar in his right hand.
He is wearing a silver gilt hauberk, a platinum cloak pin in the shape of a lyre, a colorful patchwork greatcloak embroidered in gold with musical instruments, a linen leine, a rich sable harness, an azure wool kilt, a Bardic Spirit Knot ear-stud, a light green albredine ring, a silver nightingale ring, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, an ebony journey pack, a carved pick, a lantholite gwethdesuan, some forest green boots, a dark gem pouch, a lasmodi gwethdesuan and a sjatmal gwethdesuan.



Ruffian Mirkoth Scythen of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur.
He has slitted gold eyes and black scales.
He is fairly young for a S'Kra Mur.

He has faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left leg, cuts and bruises about the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest.

He is holding a serrated-edge falcata with a wrapped troll leather grip in his right hand.
He is wearing a rotting boar stomach tied into a makeshift pouch, a soldier's supply bag, a sturdy black backpack, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a black leather vest embossed with stark white skulls, some jet black sluagh-hide leathers, some baggy black trousers with a crookedly-embroidered leather patch at the knee, a silver adder ring with ruby eyes, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, some ghoulskin boots colored pale grey splotched with sickly green, a steel short bow and a short-hafted hunthsleg adorned with green and brown spidersilk streamers.



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

You have cuts and bruises about the right arm, cuts and bruises about the left arm, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the back.

You are wearing a black swordsman's shirt laced at the neck with a golden cord, some tan breeches, a purple tapestry satchel embroidered with a gilded taffelberry branch -- the emblem of the Arthe Dale Trader's Guild, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a leather weapon harness, a willow backpack, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Paschein WellBorne, an Elothean.
She has green eyes, shoulder length thick blue-black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of faint blue bite marks on her right wrist.

She has some tiny scars across the right leg, cuts and bruises about the abdomen.

She is wearing a leather sheath, some supple oiled leathers with a hand-tooled spread-winged raven along the front, an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a dragon's heart ring, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a lifesculpted silverwood ring set with emeralds, some thin platinum-framed spectacles, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a multi-stranded platinum hipchain with an eye charm, some wide platinum wristcuffs, a pair of platinum-heeled pearl grey boots, a sparkling crystal and ivory cameo, a narrow white gold wedding band, some soft-black leather breeches with sinuous steelsilk lacings, a flowing raw silk shirt with crystal buttons, a large spidersilk sack, a canvas field kit, a leather cowl, some reinforced hide gloves, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates, an Elothean lace and crystal collar, a fiery scarlet vela'tohr flower and a black tower shield emblazoned with a wounded white unicorn rampant over an enormous red moon.



Blood Dancer Rufhelous Tusksmasher of Zoluren, a Gor'Tog Barbarian.
He has silver eyes and dark green skin.
He is young for a Gor'Tog.
He has a tattoo of a battle worn Barbarian amidst the battered remnants of a battlefield holding a massive two-handed sword above his head victoriously on his chest.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing some black leather reinforced gloves painted along the backs with multihued scales, an ebon leather cowl shadow-embroidered with emerald-eyed panthers, some aged leather combat armor with a faint seal over the breastplate, a short hunting spear, a marquetry lockpick case handcrafted with an inlaid design of a mariner's compass, a sleek azure poloh'izh hide cape clasped with a coiled abalone king snake, a fiery orange albredine ring, a tan leather hip pouch hand-tooled with a panther stalking a buck, a dark purple cotton gamantang, a claymore sheath, a claymore sheath, a triskele medallion, a shiny pig charm, a striking cobra charm on a braided silk chain, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Barbarian's Guild, a double-wrapped leather sword belt stamped and painted with proud golden lions, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian's Guild, an albredine crystal ring, a leather forage sack, a droopy white fake mustache, a sapphire and scarlet plaid kilt, a black armband embroidered in golden thread with the symbol of the Zoluren Expeditionary Force, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some suede boots, a troll-claw necklace, a diamond band, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a weathered copper wristlet, a wire and peridot pin, an ivory linen swordsman's shirt with blackworked cuffs, a bronze dragon pin, a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps, a lightweight carved-stock crossbow, a lightweight carved-stock crossbow and a light crossbow.



Starlighte Sylvansong of Therengia, an Elven Bard.
She has jade eyes, very long thick auburn hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her face.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a midnight blue mask quartered by gold compass points and painted with silver whorls in her right hand.
She is wearing a tiny gold Tart pin sparkling with ruby chips, an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon, a darkened metal lockpick case, a sapphire blue watersilk gem pouch clasped with a flawless bejeweled sandkronar, some elegant ebony leathers seamed with double rows of snow opals, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a black spidersilk backpack, a bronze dragon pin, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a teak longbow, a rose quartz star bauble, a golden frog pin, a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, a high-necked black silk tunic with silver piping, a wide leather Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, a crystal rose pendant, an amber phoenix pendant, a spiraling crystal brooch, a carved blue agate unicorn cameo brooch framed in gold, a sprig of mistletoe, a swan made out of shiny white seashells, a bright yellow satin rosette, a snow white freesia with a sprig of soft green hyacinth bud, an intricately carved ivory bracelet, an emerald engagement ring, a gold falcon clasp, a deep red velvet garter with iridescent sequins, some trailing creamy silk ribbons, a misty white satin rosette, a sapphire anklet, a gnarled wooden cane, a thigh quiver, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a diamond band, a golden frog pin, an albredine crystal ring, a marble eyeball amulet, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a white medium case, a carved white pick, a lavender clematis wristlet, some hip length white calfshide boots, an emerald lily pad pin, a lumpy frog skin pouch, a pair of onyx tadpole earrings, a tall pewter tankard, some scarlet enameled toe bells, a red sash, a shimmering multi-stranded gold hip chain, a dark blue tapestry cloak with a wide sable shawl collar, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a pearl white arm pouch, a herbal offering pouch, a hip pouch, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and a snake charm.



Fortuneteller Thessala Ne'Seleness of Elanthia, an Elothean Moon Mage.
She has grey eyes, is bald, and has pale skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, cuts and bruises about the left leg, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the left eye.

She is wearing a diamond and platinum locket, a flowing silver skirt, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a lumpy bundle, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a leather sheath, a sturdy backpack, a blackened iron ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a twisted cambrinth armband, some pure white doeskin leathers, a visored helm, some mail gloves, a canvas book bag and a target shield.



Ysselt is totally enveloped in a dark cloak, concealing all but her empty hands.

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