Lethargy Concert, 1/13/2001, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 363 years, 370 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.
It is currently winter and it is night.
You have a feeling it's near the Anlas of Anduwen.

The night winter sky is a crisp, clear, starry black.

[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

Lethargy Silkyfingers of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard

Madrigal Auriol D'Pre, a Halfling Bard
Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a Dwarf
Balladeer Corte Whatly of Elanthia, a Prydaen Bard
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Mother Dulcinie vonPfeffers, a Human Cleric
Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard
Balladeer Fazehund Misond of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Fizzia Fuzzlewump, a Halfling Ranger
Giona MacLugha of Elanthia, a Human
Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling Moon Mage
Apprentice Harmoni Haermoni of Elanthia, an Elven Warrior Mage
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean
Isembard Isimbard, a Human
Bard Jessibel Thorlandar of Elanthia, an Elf
Veteran Jorram Rendunlhoat, a Gor'Tog
Kadnur Nextra, an Elven Bard
Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard
Wayfarer Koehvinri Tylandriel of Elanthia, an Elven Ranger
Lanaia Rodhalay of Elanthia, an Elf
Theurgist Lathaliu Ewoenyn, an Elothean Cleric
Lukka Bloomoth, an Elf
Caretaker Lycidylia Cridalla of Elanthia, an Elothean Empath
Madrigal Maiyadhin Ajadeem, an Elf
Battle Empath Melindrha Quinnell of Elanthia, a Halfling Empath
Mobeelia Zennalus, an Elven Ranger
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Phledra Encynyn, an Elothean Trader
Rikulf Klastex, a Human
Roboson Cateater of Elanthia, a Human
Ruppi Drinkale, a Halfling
Wanderer Sfox Dreamls of Elanthia, an Elven Ranger
Storyteller Shayith Vain'Athla of Elanthia, a Prydaen Bard
Silvyrfire T'akgren, a Rakash
Sius Lanathik, a Prydaen Bard
Useff Budna of Elanthia, an Elf
Venarri Rasene of Elanthia, an Elothean Bard
Xantion Flamedealer, an Elf
Madrigal Xaphira Vonara, an Elothean Bard
Zazu Turning'leaf, a Prydaen Bard

Set List

Prayer to Glythtide
Tae the Virgins Who Made Much of Time
The Bimbo's Lament
The Archer's Victory (“Pluck Yew”)
Springtime Thaws
Faith
Marionette
The Maestro's Tomb
Dance of the Katar
The Tale of a Tail(Duliss' Story)

After the performance:

Lethargy: Last Stand
Fazehund: “song for my wife”
Firannion: Angels and Heroes(Everyday Wear)
Melindrha (author unknown): If I Had Known
Fazehund: “for the empaths”
Shayith: Our Love is Like Magic
Glaerith: The Gor'Tog Who Ate Fire
Lethargy: “a tribute to empaths”
Firannion: The Healer of Gintheru
Lethargy: Ballad of Iceheart
Lethargy: An Ode to My Beloved on the Wedding Day

Concert

Daerlynn exclaims, "I wanted to thank everyone for coming... and I want to thank Mykk and the halflings for hosting us here!"
Daerlynn says, "This is the third in our series of concerts.... "
Daerlynn says, "If you missed the first two, you missed some wonderful performances..."
Daerlynn says, "But tonight... we have a most wonderful songwriter and.. I think.. the bawdiest bard in the realms..."
Daerlynn exclaims, "So... lets all hear it for Lethargy!!!!"



Lethargy says, "well, since the gods tend tae smile on celebrations, and this is a celebration, I'd like tae open with a prayer tae Glythtide...."

Lethargy chants in a soprano voice:

    "Our lager
     Which art in barrels,
     Hallowed be thy drink..."

Lethargy chants in a soprano voice:

    "Thy will be drunk, 
     (I will be drunk!)
     At home as I am in the tavern."

Lethargy chants in a soprano voice:

    "Give us this day our foamy head,
     And forgive us our spillages,
     As we forgive those who spill against us..."

Lethargy chants in a soprano voice:

    "And lead us not to incarceration,
     But deliver us from hangovers,
     For thine is the beer,
     The bitter and the lager,
     Forever and ever...."

Lethargy teasingly exclaims, "Can I have an **AMEN**?!??!"



Lethargy says, "Being billed as the bawdiest bardess in the lands could be considered a dubious honor."
Lethargy coyly says, "For me, though, it is high praise indeed."
Lethargy says, "So much so, that I have changed my program tae start off with a somewhat bawdy song."
Lethargy says, "so..... this is for the young'uns tae sing along with especially......"

Lethargy recites:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, 'tis me pleasure tae sing for ye "Tae the virgins who made much of time", by Lethargy Silkfingers"

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The knight keened: "Maiden, may I be your lover?
     Condemn me no longer to mourn and to weep
     Struck down like a hart, I lie wounded and fainting
     So let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep"

Lethargy hums to herself.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie
     Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie
     Let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep"

Lethargy smiles and winks at you mischievously.

Lethargy longingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "She replied, "Gentle errant, I am nae a maiden
     I'm married to Oswald, the cunning old Celt
     He's gone to the wars for a twelve-month or longer
     And taken the key to my chastity belt!"

Lethargy smirks.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The knight said: "Fear nae, lass, I know me a locksmith-
     To his forge we will go, on his door we will knock.
     We shall avail us of his specialised knowledge
     And see if he's able to fiddle this lock!"

Lethargy regretfully asks, "nae one gonna sing with Lethargy?"

Espritia's alto joins with Lethargy's soprano as she sings:

    "Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie
     Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie
     Let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep"

Lethargy beams at Espritia!

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The smith said: "Alas, tae help ye I'm unable
     My technical knowledge is of no avail
     The lock is ingenious and trapped in the bargain
     The cunning Celt bastard's ensured that ye'll fail!""

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "At year's end, Oswald turned up with tales of disaster:
     "A terrible mishap I have tae confide
     As my ship passed the docks at the Segoltha River,
     I slipped and launched the key over the side!"

Lethargy begins an eerie, warbling wail of despair.
Lethargy begins an eerie, warbling wail of despair.
Lethargy snickers.

Espritia's alto, Roboson's bass and Daerlynn's alto join with Lethargy's soprano as she sings:

    "Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie
     Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie
     Let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep"

Lethargy smiles and giggles.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Alas for the maiden, to be locked up forever!
     She wept all alone in purest chastity
     Then her clever, young page-boy approached with a present:
     "Behold my dear Mistress, a duplicate key!""

Lethargy smirks.
Lethargy licks her lips.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The maiden fell headlong for her precious page-boy
     She loved him with purity, holy and deep!
     She made sure he knew he had brought her such great joy:
     She let down her drawbridge, he entered her keep!!!!"

Lethargy throws her head back and howls!
Lethargy smiles and snickers, miming the actions of the freed 'maiden'.
Lethargy giggles.

Espritia's alto, Roboson's bass, Isembard's tenor and Daerlynn's alto join with Lethargy's soprano as she sings:

    "Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie
     Enter your keep, nonnie nonnie
     Let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep"

Lethargy smiles and bows amidst gentle laughter and applause.



Lethargy asks, "anyways, tae be sure, there's more tae singing than bawdiness, but yanno something?"
Lethargy mischievously says, "I can't for the life of me think what it is."
Lethargy folds her arms across her chest.
Lethargy says, "so, onward we go."

Lethargy recites:

"Most of ye who know me know of my innate ability tae remain single, despite attempts tae the contrary."

Lethargy frets.
Lethargy says, "somehow."
Lethargy winks.
Lethargy teasingly says, "And now, let me tell ye o' me quest tae find the best lover in all Elanthia... and how I failed miserably."
Lethargy exclaims, "Ladies and Gents, I give ye "The Bimbo's Lament" by Lethargy Silkfingers!"
Lethargy begins pouting.
Lethargy stares meekly at the ground in a moment of embarrassment.

Lethargy matter-of-factly says, "So there I was, having been left by like the zillionth guy all shivery but nae....um....completed (if'n ye takes me meaning), and I figures tae meself: "I just have nae found the right guy tae truly satisfy me.""

Lethargy says, "I decided that the problem was nae me (I mean, like, how could it POSSIBLY be me fault!?!), so I decided that I oughtta pick out the right guy, thinking: "Wouldn't it be great if there were like a catalog of what were available tae choose from, so's a girl could get it right the first time, fer all time?""

Lethargy smiles and bops her head back and forth.

Lethargy mischievously says, "Then it occurred tae me how there was so many different types of men: yanno, human, elf, 'tog... and I did nae know well enough where tae look."

Lethargy flails her arms about.

Lethargy says, "So I figures I'll go stand around and listen tae what peoples was saying about men, then go seek em out and find me pleasure. So's I go hang out in front of the bank in the crossing..."

Lethargy smiles in a dazed way, miming someone listening to about 5 conversations, 2 threats to spar, several casters chanting spells, and about 11 thiefs with hands in her pockets goosing her.

Lethargy says, "...and I overhear some wench say: "anyone know where's I can find an Elven long?""

Lethargy's jaw drops.
Lethargy raises an eyebrow.

Lethargy says, "I didnae ever hear that elves were that long! so's I listen as some bloke tells her her best bet be up in River Haven. Vooooooooooooom! I be off, racing tae find an elven long up in Haven."

Lethargy pants.

Lethargy excitedly says, "So's I hop off the ferry and starts looking around. I go intae alla the taverns, wander alla the streets, look in the fields, and I searches alla the hunting areas...I even ask this guy Robyn I meet if he seen any Elves with a long'un, and he says "I'm sorry miss, I don't know what you're talking about""

Lethargy flails her arms about.

Lethargy says, "So's what's a girl tae do? I starts going up tae every elf boy I can find and askin' em if they gots a long'un! "

Lethargy smiles and theatrically whispers: "Let me tell ye, them Elves wasnae too shy!"

Lethargy clucks her tongue and shakes her head.

Lethargy says, "So they all pretty much decided tae show me what they got..."

Lethargy snickers.

Lethargy wryly sings in a soprano voice:

    " So I spent time with a hundred elves all told
     They all were quite eager to show what they had!
     Beg pardon if ye think I'm too bold
     But my searches all brought me tae feeling more sad..."

Lethargy sarcastically exclaims, "I didnae find ANYTHING I'd call an "Elven long"!"

Lethargy snorts, loudly.

Lethargy exclaims, "So's I go back tae the crossing and take up again in front of the bank, hoping tae hear about any other promising leads. So there I was, when I feel a hand in me back pocket goose me!"

Lethargy begins bouncing up and down like a little kid!

Lethargy says, "So this cute redheaded thief-type comes outta the shadows and says: "Yer cute...whatcha doing here anyways? Ye looking tae buy or sell?""

Lethargy says, "So's I tell him: "Nae, unless I have to!... I am more trying tae collect something.""

Lethargy snickers.

Lethargy asks, "So this cutie says well, what kinda thing ye be looking for?"

Lethargy enigmatically says, "So I thought fast, and remembered I'd heard that the Elotheans had all sortsa brains, and maybe they had studied and knew a lot about th'arts of pleasuring a woman...so I says tae him: "I dunno fer sure, maybe something Elothean and smart-looking!""

Lethargy says, "So the thief tells me: "Well I've heard about this Elothean, Crossbow... well balanced, powerful...might suit yer needs... prolly find one easiest down in Shard.""

Lethargy's jaw drops.

Lethargy raises an eyebrow.

Lethargy excitedly says, "So I says: "Thanks hon!!" and I go's tearing off fer Shard!.... Well, let me tell you, THAT's a hike!..."

Lethargy pants.

Lethargy says, "So's after I get there, I go intae alla the taverns, wander alla the streets, look in the fields, and I searches alla the hunting areas... but I can't find this Elothean guy, Crossbow! Well, if one Elothean is supposed tae be that good, maybe..."

Lethargy inhales a great swallow of air.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I flirted with two hundred Elothean guys
     And I tell them I'm looking fer sumfin' impressive-
     So when I'd done sampling with me hands and me eyes
     I found meself e'en a bit more depressive..."

Lethargy exclaims, "I didnae find NOTHING that I'd consider an Elothean dream!"

Lethargy snorts, loudly.
Lethargy sighs.
Lethargy sighs.

Lethargy says, "So's I trudge back tae the Crossing, and go stand in front of the bank. Outta the shadows, that same cutie whispers in me ear: "Find what ye were looking for?""

Lethargy says, "So's I told him: "Nae, the whole Elothean thing didnae work out well...""

Lethargy scratches her head.

Lethargy says, "So he says: "Yanno. yer an offbeat kinda wench...maybe ye need something a bit offbeat too. Ever use an odd bodkin?""

Lethargy gasps!

Lethargy raises an eyebrow.

Lethargy says, "So I thought about it some: "Maybe he's right...". So's I ask him: "Where would I look fer one of those?""

Lethargy says, "So he says: "Oh it's one of those halfling thingies...ye might look in Arthe Dale.""

Lethargy raises an eyebrow.

Lethargy shrugs.

Lethargy exclaims, "So I go rushing on up the NTR tae Arthe...I go intae alla the taverns, wander alla the streets, look in the fields, and I searches alla the hunting areas...climb a tree, jump in a pond...and every halfling I meet I ask if he's got an odd bodkin!"

Lethargy clears her throat.

Lethargy says, "So they're all happy tae show me what they got!...."

Lethargy inhales a great swallow of air.
Lethargy winks.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "At three hundred halflings I go a'peeking
     But tae one after the other I just had tae say:
     "Whatcha got there, I ain't really seeking..."
     So, to my heart of hearts, I nod and I say:"

Lethargy sarcastically exclaims, "Some of those bodkins were ODD, but nae odd enough fer me!"

Lethargy snickers.

Lethargy says, "So rather more despondent I head back tae the front of the crossing bank, and I hear in my ear: "Couldn't find an odd bodkin?""

Lethargy snorts, loudly.

Lethargy says, ""Not one odd enough!", says I. So he comes outta hiding and I see him purse his lips, thinking. Then he says: "Describe to me what yer really looking fer.""

Lethargy says, "So I tell him: "Something hefty, reliable...yanno, that a girl could really enjoy!""

Lethargy says, "So he says: "Well how about a Dwarven pick?" So I ask him: "Ye mean the pick o the week or all time?""

Lethargy blinks.

Lethargy says, "So he says: "Yer cute! Heck, I think ye could find one in Dirge, maybe." So I thanks him and go trudging off on up tae Dirge, figuring on finding the pick of the Dwarves..."

Lethargy pants.

Lethargy tiredly says, "So I get tae Dirge and it's a dingy lil place...I go intae alla the taverns, wander alla the streets, look in the fields, and I searches alla the hunting areas...And I go up tae every Dwarf I can find, and ask him if he's got what it'd take tae be my pick..."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I therefore spent some time with o'er three hundred Dwarves
     I mean ye need a selection tae make a good pick!
     But a feast of what I saw would leave one tae starve!
     (Nae a thing wrong with e'en a short di--..er....dwarf.)"

Lethargy coughs.

Lethargy asks, "I mean I sampled a lot of Dwarfses and didnae find any I'd really 'pick', yanno?"

Lethargy exclaims, "So back I truck meself alla way down the NTR and position meself where me pockets'll do someone else the most good!"

Lethargy snorts, loudly.

Lethargy says, "So the redhead says: "Back so soon?" and I says to him: "Aye, could nae find a dwarf I'd pick...it's lookin' purty hopeless.""

Lethargy says, "And he says: "I hate tae see ye sad...maybe if ye lucky ye might find an outrider broad, I hear that's like the most marvelous thing.""

Lethargy gasps!
Lethargy raises an eyebrow.

Lethargy asks, "Well, I guess I'd do a broad... but what's an outrider?"

Lethargy smiles as she waits a beat, then smirks.

Lethargy says, "So the redhead says: "Yanno, they a human clan"... I think about it a bit and figure: "Well, maybe I'll do a broad some day...""

Lethargy smiles and snickers knowingly.

Lethargy asks, "And while I thinking tae meself, I hear some girl outside the bank yell she's looking fer a S'kra 'slim'...so I ask her what's so great about something 'slim', even if it be S'kra?"

Lethargy's tail casually rolls up and down.

Lethargy says, "so she starts tae say something like "Wait, that's nae what I meant tae say..." but someone behind me says ye may find S'kra things in their village out the east gate... so off I goes again."

Lethargy grins.

Lethargy says, "I go intae alla the taverns, wander alla the streets, look in the fields, and I searches alla the hunting areas...And I go up tae every S'kra I can find and ask him if he's got a slim one..."

Lethargy wryly exclaims, "Well, yanno what? They was all happy tae show what they got, too!!"

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I dallied with 500 scaly S'kra Mur
     Their tails wiggle waggling at their every whim
     They showed what they had and to all I said: "Sure!"
     But I'm sure nae impressed by the so-called S'kra slim!"

Lethargy sarcastically asks, "I mean, why on Elanthia would anyone look for a slim one!?"

Lethargy tiredly says, "And so I wandered back tae the bank, figuring I'll ne'er find the pleasure I looking for. But as I get there, I remember I nae tried a 'tog yet..."

Lethargy smirks.

Lethargy exclaims, "No surprise, I go back tae the place of so many prior failures, out in front of the bank, thinking on things gor tog... when I hear someone saying to her friend that the Gor tog two handed blunts from Tiger clan are an absolute marvel! Heavy, big, ye can only use one if yer strong enough, and it takes two hands tae use one!!!"

Lethargy gasps!

Lethargy raises an eyebrow.

Lethargy clears her throat.

Lethargy says, "And off I am running to Tiger Clan out west gate. Okies, so I trip over a few goblins on the way afore I get tae the gate...I go intae alla the taverns, wander alla the streets, look in the fields, and I searches alla the hunting areas..."

Lethargy smiles and taps her foot in a light beat, head bopping side to side.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "And so I spent time with o'er 600 'togs
     They're bigger than most, I'll grant ye at that
     Though, in the ways of love they be clumsy as clods,
     Tae their power and size I must take off me hat!"

Lethargy excitedly exclaims, "Well, let me tell ye, those Gor tog blunts is niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice, but I wouldnae wanna live with one!"

Lethargy snickers.

Lethargy sadly asks, "But then those 'togs do nae remember ye afterwards.... so what's a girl tae do???"

Lethargy flails her arms about.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I been all 'round Elanthia
     And with all manner of guy
     I hoped to find me pleasure true:
     I may as well not tried!"

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Instead I guess my sights are too
     Far off the beaten path-
     I'm sure the problem has tae be
     My horny pieth of ath!"

Lethargy clears her throat.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I guess I either must accept
     My need for something more,
     Or find what I have not yet found
     On this or any shore."

Lethargy smiles as she launches into the last stanza.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Could it be that girls like me
     Are merely very nuts?
     'Tis marvels we are searching for
     But only finding putz'!!!"

Lethargy giggles.

Lethargy smiles and flounces a bit, then curtsies and nearly trips over an outstretched boot.



Lethargy says, "well, seems like I have nae peeved anyone off yet.....must be on a role."
Lethargy winks.
Lethargy says, "so, how about we change tracks a bit."
Lethargy says, "We'll stay in humor mode, but get a bit away from bawdy...."
Lethargy asks, "okies then.....we got any archers?"

Lethargy recites:

"The Archer's Victory, by Lethargy Silkyfingers."

Lethargy quietly says, "Or, if ye prefer, "Pluck Yew and the horse Yew rode in on.""

Lethargy smirks.

Lethargy matter-of-factly sings in a soprano voice:

    "The Archer stood, in Defiant Wood,
     As the enemy drew up afore her.
     Her longbow of yew,
     Her comrade most true,
     Was strung and sworn to support her."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Her horse nickered softly, all unconcerned,
     As it champed at the grasses aside her.
     He'd seen this afore,
     Watched her settle such scores,
     Knew her courage and mettle would guide her."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "She stood her ground, and made nae a sound,
     As her enemy marched into view.
     When they saw whom they faced,
     Their courage displaced,
     For 'twas the archer "Pluck Yew"!"

Lethargy dryly sings in a soprano voice:

    "The rear troops that day, well, they melted away
     They wanted no part of this fight.
     Yet nearly a score,
     Stood trembling, for war,
     And closed up their ranks most tight."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The captain did glare and his teeth he did bare:
     "We are many, and she is but one!"
     With nae caution they stepped,
     Their swords held upswept,
     They advanced at a trot, then a run."

Lethargy playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Yew's heart was quite steady, and true battle-ready,
     She faced them with courage well-suited.
     With a grin on her face,
     And with fear nae a trace,
     She raised her "pluck" finger... saluted!"

Lethargy excitedly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Her hands were a blur as they hurtled towards her
     Yew's fletched shafts flew deadly and true.
     In that fatal glade
     Many widows were made,
     Til the only one standing was Yew."

Lethargy smugly sings in a soprano voice:

    "The captain died last, and he were sinking fast,
     As his life soaked the ground, well, he sighed.
     Yew approached to quite near him
     And leaned close to hear him.
     He coughed out:  "Pluck Yew!", then he died."

Lethargy teasingly sings in a soprano voice:
 
    "She gathered her arrows and leapt to the saddle,
     Her path chose by her equine companion.
     Her yew bow she held,
     And in victory yelled:
     "Pluck Yew and the horse I rode in on!""

Lethargy grins.
Lethargy curtsies.



Lethargy says, "Thank ye so much.......I have had a request tae change tracks a bit, and leave some more double entendres til later....."
Lethargy teasingly exclaims, "and I know most of ye will wait for it!"
Lethargy grins.
Lethargy says, "for now, however, I'd like tae show that my talent is nae only geared tae loony tunes, but also tae some serious songs. I see at least several couples here tonight...."
Lethargy longingly says, "I mentioned earlier that I have nae had all that successful a love life."
Lethargy uses her index finger to trace an X across her chest.
Lethargy says, "But I have loved, deeply."
Lethargy says, "I hope all of us have the chance tae do so as well."

Lethargy happily says, "this song was written for a very dear person in my life, who has made a huge difference in how I see meself. I hope ye can all find it in yereselves tae have someone who means as much tae ye. 'Tis called "Springtime Thaws...""

Lethargy clears her throat.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I hold her heart in my reptilian hands
     My scaly touch,
     She needs so much,
     'Tis fleeting like an hourglass' sands..."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Emotions whirl in violent, swirling storm
     Our love, says Fate,
     Doth propagate,
     Despite the frigid donjon for heart-warm."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The Summer heat doth smolder in her breast
     While Winter's cold,
     Usurper's hold,
     Makes frozen, fragile castle of my chest."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "She says she loves my dragon teeth and jaws,
     My coldness, chaste,
     In eager haste,
     Seems tempered by her warmth like Springtime thaws."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Like solstice rain, her heady scent is fresh...
     Her eyes are clear,
     Her lips are dear,
     Her blush is pristine fire banked in flesh."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "She is the One
     Who melts the lump of ice inside my soul...
     Whose heart is hearth stoked full of warming coal...
     She is the One."

Lethargy smiles softly, as she bows her head, the song's notes drifting to silence.



Lethargy says, "Thank ye, for indulging me that song..."
Lethargy says, "thankee again.....but rather than get too maudlin, I'd like tae share a story."
Lethargy asks, "Have we any paladins here tonight?"
Lethargy says, "okies, so, a story about paladins. I hope ye enjoy it."

Lethargy recites:

"Friends, may I present for you all the story of a man who became a paladin... years after he had joined the guild. I give ye "Faith", by Lethargy Silkyfingers."

Lethargy tiredly says, "The man gazed out at the distant horizon, heat waves shimmering off the bleak landscape before him, and wiped the sweat from his brow with one shaking hand. He had been marching straight across this desert for 5 days, following the call that only he could hear. About the boy, the boy..."

Lethargy says, "As he rested a moment, uncorking his waterskin for a short drink, he contemplated how he had arrived to this point. It had been years since he had joined the guild, pledged to the service of the blind God of Justice..."

Lethargy says, "The desert hardpan in front of him was certainly the most tormenting terrain he had encountered since the violent, dirty, impoverished streets of his childhood. He recalled fighting with feral dogs over scraps of food, being cold and alone, and being frightened, almost continually."

Lethargy dreamily says, "He remembered the day when he had seen a company of knights gallop by in formation, to resist an invasion at the city gates, and how he had followed them there. Why? He could not now remember. But it made no matter; watching them in defense of the town, of each other, of their noble miens, he realized that this was what he wanted."

Lethargy says, "he remembered the scarred but serviceable plate armor, tower shield, and the overused sword and spear which were given to him as he gave his oath upon joining the Guild of the Paladins, and the impregnable joy he'd had to no longer feel helpless, alone."

Lethargy harshly says, "...And all that had been more than 5 years ago, he thought to himself as he began trudging forward once more into the bright sun. His armor had been left behind less than a day into the desert, and his shield and spear had followed the next day. His face was badly burned, and his waterskin hung nearly empty at his side. The fatigue he felt was bone-deep, and the sword sheathed at his hip caused his side to ache. And still the desert went on."

Lethargy says, "As the sun neared the horizon that fifth evening, he stopped in dismay as he received another image of the boy. He stood in darkness, tears etching through the dirt on his face, mouth opened in wordless scream... a wordless scream which keened through the knight like a lance, sending him crashing to the desert hardpan."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Who is this boy? I think I know...
     His eyes, why do they haunt me so?
     Across this deadly sea of sand
     My call is urging me to go."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I can't let fear leave me unmanned-
     My sword, I carry, in my hand
     Though, I fear, to no avail
     As Fate drags me across this land."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "My steps grow weary 'long this trail-
     To save this boy I dare not fail!
     Else Hope and Faith will bow to Fear
     And leave me hollow, weak, and frail."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "And so, in Faith, I shed no tear,
     My path, to save him, fully clear...
     For in my head, my oath does speak:
     "To build strong walls around the weak!""

Lethargy smiles weakly as she closes her eyes, as though to rest a time...

Lethargy says, "When morning came, he found that he did not have the strength to lift his sword to buckle it back on. Drawing it, the tip scraping the ground, he reaffirmed his oath to save the boy that his God had shown him, and stuck it, upright and point first, into the sand, a marker of his own defiance of fate."

Lethargy tiredly says, "Finally, a mere day later, he stumbled from the desert into a set of low hills, and weakly began to climb. All he carried with him was the now-empty waterskin, and the lightest of packs he could manage. When he came finally to a small stream, he drank with abandon after a short prayer. While drinking, he noticed his reflection..."

Lethargy gasps!

Lethargy painfully says, "The visage he saw was scarce recognizable..."

Lethargy hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Close every door to me,
     Take all I have from me,
     Knights of the True Faith
     Are never alone."

Lethargy hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I'm just one warrior,
     My God's lowly courier,
     Have I done some evil
     For which I now atone?"

Lethargy hopelessly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I pray I can find,
     Some small peace of mind,
     While frail faith and courage
     Lie in these old bones..."

Lethargy smiles sadly, as unshed tears blur her vision.

Lethargy says, "He began to climb into the mountains, the call he had pushing him beyond his strength to manage the arduous ascent. As he strode toward the mountain's zenith, it grew colder and colder, knifing through the thin, desert shredded clothing until it felt to him as if he had never been warm before in his life."

Lethargy says, "As he reached the tops of the mountains, he saw the opening of a cave. It was within that his vision urged him to go. Drawing a deep breath of the frigid air, he ducked his head and went inside."

Lethargy hesitantly asks, "As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he realized that the cold had abated somewhat and that the wind was absent. A short tunnel led inward into the mountainside, and he could sense the vision hovering behind his eyes, the call urging him down that tunnel. Despite the pull, he paused to think. His armor, his weapons...all that had made him a paladin were now gone, left behind in the killer desert. What good was it to continue on?"

Lethargy says, "Resolutely, he squared his shoulders and dismissed those thoughts. He advanced down the tunnel, cautiously, the darkness giving way to a dim light off ahead..."

Lethargy says, "He came to a small cavern, in which he saw, limned in a hollow light, the boy of his vision. Dried tears had streaked through the grime on his face, and his eyes were clear, but pinched. Behind the boy, a figure of darkness stood, malevolent eyes gleaming redly in the darkness."

Lethargy says, ""Ah", said the penumbra of darkness, "I see all the players are finally here.""

Lethargy mockingly sings in a soprano voice:

    ""What's this I see? What doth approach?
     Mine enemy's Knight, come to take my Pawn..."
     The scorn was pure, vengeful reproach-
     Cold words from the Void: a weapon drawn."

Lethargy inhales a great swallow of air.

Lethargy says, "The man's hands flexed at his side, seeming to quest on their own for a sword, a spear, something, before he conciously remembered that he had nothing. Not even his armor. He swallowed with his mouth dry, but managed in a firm voice: "I have come for the boy of my vision.""

Lethargy smiles sadly, sighing softly.

Lethargy says, "The Void spoke to him, thus:"

Lethargy mockingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Will you die for him alone, in cold?
     Would you spend yourself in this dark place?
     Is your life worth nil, to be so sold,
     That no one alive remembers your face?"

Lethargy quietly says, "The man gazed again upon the face of the boy. There was something familiar, something he could almost recognize, but not quite place. He took minute interest in the boy's eyes, eyes which were clear and frightened, eyes scarce daring to hope, eyes which had seen much pain already. His eyes blurred with tears and he answered:"

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    ""Aye, Fiend, I would die for him,
     Free him, I'll stand his place!"
     The Void mocked, in fury grim:
     "Then down, fool, 'pon your face!""

Lethargy kneels down.

Lethargy hauntingly says, "The man knelt before the figure of the Void, alone, tired, gaunt. He could no longer see the boy's face through his brimming tears, and the hum of a refrain played through his mind: "To build strong walls around the weak!""

Lethargy gnaws on her lip.

Lethargy sadly says, "The man died alone in that dark, high place."

A tear runs down Lethargy's face.

Lethargy firmly says, "But a paladin was born my friends..."

Lethargy smiles fiercely through her tears and whispers loudly: "A Paladin was born."

Lethargy stands up.
Lethargy curtsies.



Lethargy says, "Again, I thank ye all for indulging some of my maudlin side...."
Lethargy says, "since I have ye all in a thoughtful phase..."
Lethargy teasingly says, "those of ye nae drunk enough tae stil think."
Lethargy says, "I have another thoughtful piece tae share with ye."
Lethargy inhales a great swallow of air.

Lethargy excitedly exclaims, "Ladies and Gentlemen! 'Tis me pleasure tae perform "Marionette", choregraphed and performed by Lethargy Silkfingers! Ye be welcome tae sing along, an ye wish it!"

Lethargy beams!

Lethargy wistfully says, "This song and accompanying dance piece is dedicated tae folks who do nae see their own worth, but instead believe they exist for another..."

Lethargy begins her Bardic performance for her audience.

Lethargy reaches into her backpack and withdraws a make-up kit, turning away from you to carefully alter her appearance.

Lethargy checks her reflection in a small hand mirror in her kit, and replaces it into her backpack. She then pulls a rig of what looks like a tangle of string connected to a cross of wood, still facing away from you.

Lethargy enigmatically says, "who you think you may be is not always what you are. What others think you are is never the sum total of what makes you an individual. Sometimes, it is very, very hard to define what you are by your own standards, and not someone else's. Very, extremely hard... and painful..."

Lethargy whispers theatrically: "But worth it!"

Lethargy tosses the cross upwards to the ceiling where it loops itself over the rafters and down into the shadows to the side of the stage, whereupon she untangles the cords and proceeds to attach strings to her head, hands, arms, shoulders, and legs, all the while keeping her face from your sight.

Lethargy turns in a sudden whirl, sways loose-jointed, and nearly tilts enough to fall, then she makes eye contact with each of you in turn, her head bobbing at the end of the strings.

Lethargy winks outrageously at you, as you take in the effect of her make-up... The glaringly white facepaint gives her an artificial look, and the carefully touched rouge-circles on her cheekbones and bright red lipstick almost convince you she's pulled a switch and substituted a real marionette for herself!

Lethargy hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Marionette girl, where did you come from?
     Marionette girl, who sent you?
     Marionette girl, always be near me!
     Marionette girl, always be true!"

Lethargy has been standing limply, cleverly making the sound of the music seem to come from offstage somewhere. She glances over at the shadows, where you see the vague outline of what could be a man's profile, holding something cross-like in his hands.

Lethargy's performance continues.

Lethargy gestures with jerky movements at the cords trailing up to the ceiling as she reaches into her backpack...

Lethargy gets a white ironwood lyre from inside her small oilcloth case.

Lethargy listens carefully to the white ironwood lyre, plucking the strings.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Wrapped in these silken chains I am trussed,
     Moved at another's fevered desire.
     I have no choice, in Master I trust,
     Soothing his brow with the sounds of my lyre..."

Drawing upon a finely-honed craft, Lethargy plinks a gentle lullaby on her white ironwood lyre.

Lethargy finishes playing on her white ironwood lyre.

Lethargy puts her lyre in her small oilcloth case.

Lethargy begins to prance about prettily, flouncing first on one leg, then on the other, building up in tempo until she's twirling crazily and nearly falling time and again!

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "At the end of my tethers I swing to his beat-
     Glissade and jete, pirrhouette, pirrhouette...
     His "Precious" he calls me, contented, replete-
     I am what he wants, his marionette."

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Marionette girl, where did you come from?
     Marionette girl, who sent you?
     Marionette girl, always be near me!
     Marionette girl, always be true!"

Lethargy spins dizzyingly first one way, then the other, and ends posing en pointe, before collapsing bonelessly to the ground. She cleverly mimes being picked up and carried, and being set down once more.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The way that he wants me is lifeless and wooden
     His favorite use-toy, his perfect play-thing,
     He brings me to life whenever he wants me
     The same and the same and the same, unchanging..."

Lethargy's performance continues.

Lethargy sits immobile, arms, legs, and head dangling under their own weight.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "For when he is done to my shelf do I go,
     There to await his next set of commands...
     Alone, in the dark, sharp frustration I know,
     Anticipating his next-time demands."

Lethargy raises one hand, imploringly, to the strings which stretch from her to the ceiling.

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Marionette girl, where did you come from?
     Marionette girl, who sent you?
     Marionette girl, always be near me!
     Marionette girl, always be true!"

Lethargy looks upward as if by a jerk on her strings, and her whitely painted face is outlined starkly in a moonbeam.

Lethargy excitedly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Whilst I'm in darkness, my own darkness 'whelms me,
     Pulling me off of my pedestal height.
     Wildly stamping, I'm twirling and dancing, as
     Passion rips out of me into the night!"

Lethargy leaps from her pedestal, and with evident passion, moves across the floor in a strong string of leaps, to end gracefully in arabesque, en pointe, slowly turning...

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "But what hides beneath my own painted veneer?
     All that he sees for himself is himself...
     He lifts me, he plays me, but what does it matter
     If nothing's inside me I've saved for myself?"

Lethargy lowers from pointe to dance furiously away from you, body language fierce and angry, as she spins and leaps in her empty room...

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Marionette girl, where did you come from?
     Marionette girl, who sent you?
     Marionette girl, always be near me!
     Marionette girl, always be true!"

Lethargy's performance continues.

Lethargy comes to a halt, once again in the moonbeam, but now her face is shadowed by the column of strings rising to the rafters, her breathing rapid, but controlled...

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Frenetic expression draws slow to a close
     As breathlessly I find myself resolute.
     Can it be done, can a freedom be close?
     To bolster my courage, I withdraw my flute..."

Lethargy gets a walnut flute with silver keys from inside her woodwind case.

Lethargy plays a haunting melody on her flute, as she stands motionlessly. The poignant, mournful sounds fill the room as the marionette begins to spin, slowly now, the seamless tune merging and complimenting her graceful pirrhouettes...

Lethargy puts her flute in her woodwind case.

Lethargy gets a slender damascened bodice dagger from inside her satin bodice.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "With steel in my heart, I take steel in my hand-
     The steel in my eyes rings my destiny, thrice...
     I reach to my chains, to those wondrous silk bands,
     And give to each tether an impulsive slice!"

Lethargy raises her dagger to cut the fine cords stretching above her to the rafters. As each strand parts, the marionette gasps with something like pain, shuddering. The jerkiness of the movements increases, and as you watch in morbid fascination, tears begin to etch their way through the facepaint, to trickle in rivulets to her chin, to the ground.

Lethargy collapses as the last strings part beneath her blade. She lands in a heap, and huddles there, seeming unable to move more than twitching her arms, her legs, her head.

Lethargy drops a slender damascened bodice dagger.

Lethargy helplessly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Marionette girl, what will you now do?
     Marionette girl, brave the unknown!
     Marionette girl, who will care for you?
     Marionette girl, now you're alone..."

A tear runs down Lethargy's face.

Lethargy's performance continues.

Lethargy struggles for a short eternity, but, at last!, she is able to lift her head with great effort. More muscles begin to respond to her commands, and gradually she finds herself standing shakingly, wonderingly, the tears glistening on her cheek, but no longer falling...

Lethargy covers her face with her hands, and turns away from you.

Lethargy pirrhouettes gracefully to face you again, her make-up now gone so you can see her true face: her expression is fearful and tentative, but also with a growing sense of determination...

Lethargy suddenly launches herself into a seeming chaotic frenzy of steps, the cadence of her dance surpassing what has gone before. Twirls, leaps, spins, and rolls tumble one into the other so quickly and smoothly that you can't help but start clapping, faster and faster to keep the beat...

Lethargy gets a delicate crystal fife set with tiny blood-red rubies from inside her woodwind case.

Lethargy hardly slows her mad dance as she brings the crystal fife to her lips and a fierce melody leaps joyfully from it. The fife seems to pulse with an inner unquenchable life of its own as it is played...

With incredible dexterity, Lethargy blows a fierce march without a wasted motion.

Lethargy smiles as she lands from an awesome leap, her dance completed, chest heaving for breath, as the last notes from her fife drift off into the sudden silence.

Lethargy stands stock still amongst the scattered cords littering the floor, her fife clasped tightly, her face flushed, her breathing slowing as she holds the pose. She looks up to meet your gaze...

Lethargy's performance ends.



Lethargy says, "again, thank ye all so much..... again, for indulging me my sentimentality."
Lethargy says, "I will sing or perform a few more songs, and then leave ye tae resume a normal evening in the realms..."
Lethargy says, "After the heavy emotional tone of those last two pieces, I'd like tae offer my fantastic audience a choice of the reaminder of the evening."
Lethargy says, "I would be happy to return to some humor, and double entendres..."
Lethargy says, "I will avoid Big and Stupid, cause I hate autobiography."
Lethargy clears her throat.
Lethargy says, "instead, I shall sing a tribute tae bards everywhere."
Lethargy teasingly says, "since we have a few hanging out."

Lethargy recites:

"And now for "The Maestro's Tomb", by Lethargy Silkyfingers. Please feel free tae sing along, if ye a bard."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Four youngish bards sought, to not look o'erwrought,
     As debated they merits of quests.
     "'Tis fame that we seek, so we daren't seem weak,
     The tougher the challenge, that's best!""

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "They looked at each other, 1 sister, 3 brothers,
     The eldest fair sang out their "doom":
     "It's nae question, of course, we must to the source-
     We must brace us the Maestro's fell tomb!"."

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "As one they all sighed, and the youngest one cried:
     "Must we truly risk death tae go there?"
     "We mustn't show fear- we could make our reps here!
      For who'd respect bards who'd be scared?!""

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "With thoughts on a journey (good enough for a tourney!),
     They set forth on one chilly night.
     With weapons well-honed and their instruments toned,
     And their cloaks, against cold, bundled tight."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "To the graveyard they crept, while sane folk all slept,
     "Are we sure  this will improve our reps?"
     All nervously stood:  "I'm nae feeling so good",
     Murmured one, as they stood on Tomb's steps."

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    ""Must we go on inside?", the youngest bard cried,
     "We'll be risking our deaths once in there!"
     The eldest said:  " Here, we must not show fear,
     For who'd respect bards who'd be scared?!""

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The girl hefted lyre, but held her sword higher.
      The eldest reached for the Tomb's key.
     The youngest bard shuddered, and feelingly muttered,
     "I'm trying hard not to pee!""

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The door they pulled wide- it was quite dark inside!-
     The foul stench of ages rushed out.
     One pulled out his tinder and lit up a cinder:
     "We'll need it inside, beyond doubt!""

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    ""Must we go on inside?", the youngest bard cried,
     "We'll be risking our deaths once in there!"
     The eldest said:  " Here, we must not show fear,
     For who'd respect bards who'd be scared?!""

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "So inside they slipped, bringing light to the crypt,
     What they saw brought them utterest chill!
     The corpse of the master, of bone alabaster,
     Sat upright with parchment and quill!"

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The bards exchanged looks, as the corpse scratched its books,
     "What's he do over there, ye s'pposing?"
     The maestro, decayed, turned slowly their way,
     "What ye think, ye young pups..."

Lethargy yells, "Decomposing!!!!!"

Lethargy giggles.
Lethargy curtsies.



Lethargy says, "Alright, I promised Bubb a dance number...."
Lethargy says, "the next song ye can dance to if'n ye like, with clothes or without. My regular partner for this number could nae make it tonight, so ye'll have tae tolerate me doing it."

Lethargy clears her throat.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The Dance of the Katar is quite a special one indeed
     Born in lush Arabia, out of salacious need
     The twirls and slashes of the dance, are frightful in their form
     With stinging, o'erwhelming force like sudden desert storms..."

Lethargy gets a katar from inside her weapon harness.

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

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "When man or damsel draws one forth to do the fiery dance
     'tis clear they have  desire in their each and every glance
     The veils that hide the secrets and which foster raw deceit
     Are slashed and fall, like childish toys, unneeded, at your feet..."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The protestations of the dancers fall from traitor lips
     True emotion 'stead revealed by willing eyes and hips
     The sensuous involvement of a body in that motion
     Is monstrously intoxicating, more than any potion!"

Lethargy kicks one foot out in a graceful arc, and with a dip of her shoulders and a tinkling of toe bells, she pirouettes in a dazzling spin!

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Blades will whirl with fiendish skill in time to heart's hot beat
     While cleverness and lusty purpose drive the stamping feet
     The gleaming silver edge which fairly sizzles through the air
     Is altar and the offering, of soul itself laid bare."

Lethargy smiles and turns exotically with her katar extended.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Bodies glisten, touch-sense listens, heady scents hang cloyingly
     Deep and musky, jasmine, saffron, wreathe around enjoyingly-
     The Dance demands totality of purpose from those who attempt it
     Divine hybrid, body/bodkin, joined so smooth one might have dreamt it..."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Katar dancing melds a mortal to eternal, living blade
     Steaming flesh, analogous, to fiery forge where Katar's made
     Dance leaves dancer panting, flushed, in tune with desert's stormy season
     Cold katar remains unchanged, ultimate tool of unreason..."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "When the dancers and the watchers go their way to consummate
     Season's coming, the katar remains vital, lust incarnate
     The dance is never truly finished, mortal weakness, brief cessation
     Human passion, iron's fashion, seasons passing, hesitation...
     And then, the dance begins anew..."

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

Lethargy puts her katar in her weapon harness.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Anew."

Lethargy curtsies.



Lethargy says, "Ye are all such a lovely audience....I'd like tae take ye all home with me."
Lethargy playfully says, "but my bed isn't that big."
Lethargy winks.
Lethargy asks, "Can ye all stand one or two more, tae close out the night?"
Lethargy says, "okies, then, let us return tae the amusing side tae close out, leave us all hopefully, in a mood tae tackle the rest of the night in good cheer."
Lethargy says, "okies, this will be the last song of the concert tonight, but I can be begged for more."
Lethargy asks, "I do nae want tae frighten ye away by telling ye I got about 40 more in me songbooks, so let's just take it one at a time, hmm?"
Lethargy says, "now, this one is back tae the Bawdy side that Daerlynn was kind enough tae encourage in me."
Lethargy says, "and, it also requires a chorus."
Lethargy clears her throat.

Lethargy recites:

"I would now like tae sing fer ye "The Tale of a Tail", or "Duliss' Story", by Lethargy Silkfingers."

Lethargy smiles and holds up a small sign suggesting that if ye're a bard, ye ought tae sing with her.

Lethargy smiles and holds up a smaller sign suggesting that if ye be easily offended, ye might want tae leave now.

Lethargy smiles mischievously.

Lethargy smiles and holds up a tiny card which reads, when you squint: "If you can read this sign, you are not drunk enough yet!"

Lethargy confidently sings in a soprano voice:

    "The skald had been blessed beyond all measure:
     Handsome, quick-witted, lilt-voiced, and strong.
     With all this, though, what caused greatest of pleasure
     Was his tail: gods! an extra 9 inches long!"

Lethargy teasingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Among the ladies he was oft sought after-
     A dozen or more would leap to his side-
     He'd woo them with fine song and bright, gentle laughter,
     While twitching his tail up and down, side to side."

Lethargy's tail casually rolls up and down.
Lethargy's tail undulates passively.

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "He whipped out his extra
     9 inches of tail-
     The one tool with which he could never fail!
     The one tool with which he could never fail!"

Lethargy matter-of-factly sings in a soprano voice:

    "A tale is told of his mythical journeys-
     I can tell ye it whole, from beginning to end.
     I composed it especially for the great Tourney,
     But I'll detail the tale of his tail fer ye, friends."

Lethargy smiles and winks at you as she assumes a dramatic pose.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "He had travelled prodigious, and ranged far and near,
     With danger the honey that sweetened his days.
     What sweetened his nights were great flagons of beer!,
     Which he would consume 'til the suns early rays."

Lethargy smiles impishly and catches her tail in her hand just as she reaches the chorus...

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "Then he'd whip out his extra
     9 inches of tail-
     The one tool with which he could never fail!
     The one tool with which he could never fail!"

Lethargy wryly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Once during travels, to a town he had come-
     A town blessed with taverns 'pon near every street.
     He sampled the whiskey, the ale, and the rum
     And got sloshed 'til he weaved back and forth on his feet."

Lethargy wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Lethargy dryly sings in a soprano voice:
 
    "He'd caroled and crawled from one bar tae another-
      He'd pinched all the wenches and so made them giggle.
     Then one whom he'd pinched complained to her brother.
     Challenged to duel, Duliss' tail twitched and wiggled!"

Lethargy's tail slaps angrily at the ground!
Lethargy's tail slaps angrily at the ground!
Lethargy smirks.

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "He whipped out his extra
     9 inches of tail-
     He walloped that brother with it like a flail!
     He walloped that brother with it like a flail!"

Lethargy matter-of-factly sings in a soprano voice:

    "He'd had all their wenches inside of a week-
     He'd fought jealous lovers day in and day out.
     The defeated insulted:"It's so long, ye're a freak!"
     But the girls merely marvelled and cooed:"Ooh! And so stout!!""

Lethargy smirks.
Lethargy giggles.

Lethargy smugly sings in a soprano voice:

    "He'd finally left town to journey some more:
     The women all begged him to stay for a time!
     He'd deflowered virgins and wizened the whores
     By dazzling them all with his tail, songs, and rhymes."

Lethargy licks her lips.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "He travelled on westward and came to a castle.
     He was hailed at the drawbridge by the guard at the gate.
     He passed on a bribe to avoid any hassle
     Then hurried inside for 'twas getting late."

Lethargy smiles at you as she rubs her thumb and forefinger together with an avaricious gleam in her eye.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Once inside, though, the steward inquired his name.
     He answered him true, boasting he was a bard.
     The steward asked slyly: "From the city, ye came?"
     At Duliss' nod, he backpedaled!, yelled: "Guard!!!!!!!""

Lethargy's tail stands rigid against her back.

Lethargy gasps!

Lethargy smiles and then winks outrageously at you, knowing the power of a bards' reputation to entrance or shock, as the case may be.

Lethargy hums a song so cheerful it makes you nauseous.

Lethargy loudly sings in a soprano voice:

    ""It's HIM!" cried the steward, in fearful backpedal.
     Some soldiers advanced with their pikes held up ready:
     "Come knave, disarm!  Will ye test ALL our mettle?"
     Then they looked in his eyes, saw him fearless and steady."

Lethargy stands proudly, her tail resting firmly on the ground.

Lethargy gulps.

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "He whipped out his extra
     9 inches of tail-
     The one tool with which he could never fail!
     The one tool with which he could never fail!"

Lethargy grins.

Lethargy smiles and dances around the room like a comical whirlwind, shaking her tail at you so close that you have to flinch!!

Lethargy takes a sip of her beer.

Lethargy cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "After besting the pikemen in deadly, pitched battle,
     He grappled the steward and threatened him harm.
     The steward did tremble and begin to prattle:
     Duliss pinned him to ground with one scaled, mighty arm."

Lethargy lashes her tail in agitation.

Lethargy winks.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "'Twas then that twin sisters who lived in the keep
     Descended the stairs to the battle-strewn hall.
     They stared in amazement at the guards in a heap:
     "How, by the gods!, did ye manage them all??!??!""

Lethargy raises an eyebrow.

Lethargy inhales a great swallow of air.

The tip of Lethargy's tail makes lazy circles in the air.

A chorus of voices join with Lethargy's leading soprano as she sings:

    "He whipped out his extra
     9 inches of tail-
     The one tool with which he could never fail!
     The one tool with which he could never fail!"

Lethargy grins.

Lethargy hums cheerfully to herself.

Lethargy smugly sings in a soprano voice:

    "With a glance at the steward, he sat up, then stood-
     He bowed his most charming and answered with grin:
     "For such lovely ladies, I found that I could
     Put my tail to brave use and the fierce battle win!""

Lethargy snickers.

Lethargy teasingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "O'er dinner, Dulisss was his most clever and witty.
     The ladies fenced verbal and teased him excessive.
     They were quite a pair, both alarmingly pretty!
     And they giggled and flirted: "That tail's most impressive!""

Lethargy's tail undulates passively.

Lethargy smiles knowingly.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "When supper was done with they led him upstairs
     He raised an eyebrow and asked: "What, both together?!"
     They smirked and winked at him: "We're sisters, we share!"
     They snickered and drew off his surcoat of leather..."

Lethargy smiles and fans herself as if she's feeling a bit warm.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "The three of them frolicked far into the night-
     The mighty-thewed bard and the 2 ladies wanton.
     In the bed, while he pleasured the one on his right,
     The other knew bliss from his tail's finest flauntin'!!!!!""

Lethargy gasps!

Lethargy covers her eyes with her hand.

Lethargy smiles and peeks out from between two of her fingers and giggles.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Thus Dulisss brought joy to the twins' happy castle
     He lived with them long, loving hearty and hale-
     The moral's quite simple: If ye find yereself hassled,
     Ye'll find nae finer tool than a TALENTED TAIL!!!"

Lethargy winks.

Lethargy's tail undulates passively.

Lethargy's tail casually rolls up and down.

Lethargy smiles at you and gathers up her wayward tail, preparing to curtsy, but she seems to be finding some difficulty accomplishing this because her tail apparently wants to bow on its own at the same time!

Lethargy giggles.
Lethargy curtsies.



Lethargy asks, "and I will do the story, I think, if that alright with ye all who wanna stay?"

Lethargy recites:

"And now, "Last Stand", by Lethargy Silkyfingers."

Lethargy quietly says, "The man felt curiously detached as he gazed down upon his own body, a corpse marked by multiple mortal wounds, any one of which might have killed a lesser man. But he was no lesser man. And it had been the frightening total of all those injuries which had been required to lay him low."

Lethargy matter-of-factly says, "The enemy had moved past his position, and had evidently taken the border fort....what was it? Oh yes, guarding, guarding... With a start, he realized that his memories were slipping. He struggled to remember what had occurred..."

Lethargy says, "He recalled the small company of barbarian warriors who had sallied forth from their guild for a training exercise south of...Damn Trothfang's eyes, but this was bad!! He concentrated...south of Leth, that was it! Young Seli, Ibrahim Stonehands, and the other young savages, brought with him and his two lieutenants for a game of war...one which had quickly become no game, but reality."

Lethargy hauntingly says, "He could dimly hear the sounds of the enemy digging into positions throughout the fort. Several teams were straining to pull two large catapults into readiness to throw huge boulders and flaming gouts of burning pitch both north and south along the road, whichever way reinforcements might come."

Lethargy says, "He felt a momentary pang of anxiety as he saw his body suddenly grow paler, as more of his corpse's blood was leeched into the trampled earth. Things were definitely becoming hazier, he realized. He tried to concentrate, to remember more..."

Lethargy says, "...The day they had arrived at the abandoned, run-down fort had been cold and wet with a fine rain At his snapped commands, his force had broken ranks and swarmed into the structure in a seemingly disorganized mob, but with each man knowing exactly what specific task was required of him to accomplish."

Lethargy says, "Several men raced upward over the walls with the fluid grace of jungle cats, while others pushed through delapidated gates and breaches in the walls. He entered the abandoned fort a few minutes after his men, and began receiving reports. All had been done as it had been planned. Certainly, repetition would insure greater precision and shorter times, but overall they had done well."

Lethargy says, "He recalled detailing troops to foraging the healing herbs against potential injuries, there being no empaths with them. Other men he had assigned to repairing the walls, gates, and long-unused buildings. Yet others prepared cookfires for the evening meal."

Lethargy says, "They had eaten well, that first night, and the bonds of friendship and camaraderie had grown stronger with the fireside tales. Watches were established. Over the ensuing days, all moved with smooth efficiency as his troops practiced the art of war with the vigor and professionalism of those who had made a career out of a deep-seated desire for extensive mayhem."

Lethargy begins to chant in a low, guttural voice.

Lethargy smiles warmly, remembering...

Lethargy says, "The man paused in his reminiscences as he saw the corpse of Young Seli, scant yards from him, fade into nothingness. Could he have sighed, he would have. Even as he returned his attention to the enemy's movements within the fort, he found that the remembrances of those first heady days of the war games were becoming hazy, tenuous. He focused himself..."

Lethargy firmly says, "Gritting mental teeth, he struggled to recall the chain of events that had led to his own death and that of all his troop. He hoped that the others had all returned to be raised in the temple ruins up in the Crossing, and were joining the relief column which must already be on its way. He swore to himself that he would stay as long as possible, favors of Trothfang notwithstanding, so as to be able to give full information when reinforcements arrived."

Lethargy says, "A loud hammering arose then from the fort, as the enemy force began repairs on the damage he and his men had caused the fort before they had fallen, attempting to prevent its easy use by the...the....damn them!....He closed his eyes and the answer still didn't to him...."

Lethargy hisses.

Lethargy says, "As the fog of his memories parted but slightly, one of the young savages...who had it been? Never mind, that part was lost, go on, he told himself....Whoever it had been, the savage had seen the column of troops coming north from the Gash and had warned the rest of the barbarian troop. The enemy column moved slowly due to the presence of siege engines they brough with them."

Lethargy exclaims, "He recalled that he had gone out himself to view the enemy's battle-standard, and had recognized the clenched fist of the.....damn them!, the Gorbesh, he finally remembered!! They had been arrayed in significant force, far outnumbering his men, perhaps by 30 to 1. He had realized this for what it was: an advance column preparatory for another invasion!"

Lethargy says, "A hasty conference with the most senior barbarians in the troop led to dispatching 2 of the most youthful to carry word back to the Crossing Guild, and mobilize their forces. This had been necessary, he recalled suddenly, because the few Gwethdesuans they had refused to function. The remainder of them, they had decided, despite the odds would hold for as long as they could, sure that the Gorbesh would have to deal with them before advancing, rather than leaving viable enemies in position behind"

Lethargy calmly says, "Both he and his lieutenants knew that the fort they held would fall: they were under no illusions. Even as they hastily planned overall strategy and prepared small group tactics to engage the Gorbesh force, they established several positions wherein the fort s defenses could be radically weakened in mere instants, once the fight seemed lost."

Lethargy grimly says, "They had prepared for battle. Those with skill in missile weapons took to the walls. The remainder, under his orders, created extra cookfires and posted 'dummy' sentries, so as to give a more numerous appearance to the defending force. This subterfuge, he had hoped, might give the enemy some pause and so buy the defenders a bit more time."

Lethargy says, "While the enemy wound its way closer, several small groups of barbarians, in twos and threes, were dispatched to the fort s exterior with specific orders. He and his remaining men had then finalized their strategy, and awaited the enemy..."

Lethargy painfully says, "Was the sun now lower in the sky, he suddenly wondered? It was....Gods above! How much time had passed? His body was quite pale now, and as he watched it, it seemed to shimmer slightly. By Trothfang, no! he swore. He galvanized his will, and seemed to feel some measure of Trothfang s everpresent favor slip from him. With that sacrifice, he felt as though a strong, supportive hand lightly touched his shoulder, and the shimmering of his body stopped."

Lethargy firmly says, "He struggled to re-orient himself, and saw that the Gorbesh army was planning to camp the night. If he were their commander, he would do the same, expecting a counter-attack by the Crossing s forces sometime the following day. If they marched now, they d meet on the road, or outside of Leth, and that would be much less favorable terrain. No, he d wait, beat back the reinforcements, then garrison the fort and march on."

Lethargy says, "It suddenly occurred to him that he could no longer remember the names of the men who had been under his command. This was getting bad, he thought morosely. He concentrated harder..."

Lethargy dreamily says, "...and saw the battle for the gates in his spirit s eye..."

Lethargy exclaims, "The enemy commander halted his column and had his herald call for the fort s surrender. Within the gates, the barbarians held their collective breath, making no verbal reply. At a hand signal, one of the barbarians loosed an arrow which took the Gorbesh herald in the throat, and the scene outside the walls melted into chaos!"

Lethargy excitedly says, "As the Gorbesh vanguard charged forward, the barbarians who had earlier left the fort erupted out of camouflaged hiding spots practically in the midst of the foe! Enemy warriors fell rapidly as confusion reigned supreme. Making best use of it, those defending the walls loosed volley after volley of missiles, while those afoot sallied forth to support those outside..."

Lethargy says, "...When the enemy commander sounded their retreat, some order was finally made. The surviving barbarians withdrew into the relative safety of the fort. All had been marked in the heavy fighting. A handful had died in the melee outside the gate. But the enemy dead outnumbered theirs by at least 12 to one The defenders applied herbal poultices, or imbibed noxious potions to knit their torn flesh and broken bones."

Lethargy helplessly says, "The falling darkness recalled him to himself. How much time had passed now? That awareness, too, seemed lost to him. He could feel gaps in both his recent and distant memories. He felt a call pulling him from the proximity of his corps... why was he resisting it so? Ah yes, he had to await the reinforcements..."

Lethargy says, "He dreamed, and re-experienced the rapid deployment of the main Gorbesh contingent as the commander marshalled his forces into readiness to assault the fort. To their credit, none of the barbarians considered flight or surrender. They knew that they must buy time for reinforcements to arrive, though the cost be their lives."

Lethargy matter-of-factly says, "It had been no surprise when the final assault came. The defenders fought with a cold determination and precision against the overwhelming Gorbesh numbers. Incredibly, they beat back the first wave. Likewise with the second, though their losses in that fierce engagement left them with a bare handful of men. "

Lethargy says, "During the brief ensuing lull, he had run to destroy what they had prepared earlier, so that the fort would be weakened when the Gorbesh took it. Returning, he saw the last of his men go down locked in close combat with the enemy. With a wild howl, he engaged the enemy, his fearsome advance dropping no less than 10 men before he himself was laid low by the too-many-to-count wounds."

Lethargy says, "And then came the sense of detachment. And then the long wait..."

Lethargy says, "He became dimly aware that it was early morning, dawn. The sound of an army on a forced march was coming from the north. They came to his body, and he felt the words pour from him, this many troops of the Gorbesh, these weapons they had, those weak points he and his men had prepared. He lost sense of what he was saying, as his mind wandered..."

Lethargy says, "...To his youth. Shortly after joining the guild. Marching in a similar troop against marauding cyclops from Gelv... Another march. Black-clad assassins and their lethal crossbows... Then these memories, too, slipped from him."

Lethargy says, "As the sounds of combat grew distantly, he recalled the rapturous face of an healer taking his wounds... a battle outside the Crossing s East Gate... A child s hand in his own, as he led her to safety from a battlefield... his new guildleader Agonar, battering him to near-insensibility as he welcomed the new initiate, and showed him how much he had to learn..."

Lethargy hesitantly says, "The now-older face of Agonar intruded upon his conciousness. 'We ve taken them!', Agonar declared, then called for priest and empath. The dead man felt an urgent tug on his spirit, and to the astonishment of those present, asked in a small voice, a child s voice: 'Can I join the barbarians, Guildmaster Agonar?' And then, all was blackness..."

Lethargy gasps!

Lethargy hauntingly says, "He passed, quite painlessly now, along a pathway marked by tiny, flickering lights of extreme brilliance, painted against a background of blackest night. He heard a strong, old-sounding voice: **Welcome home warrior, welcome home**."

Lethargy sniffles.

Lethargy matter-of-factly says, "And so he was gone from our knowledge. The border fort still stands, did you know? There is a monument within to him and his men, those who fought with everything they had to help defeat the invasion. It is easy to imagine the heroism that passed within those walls. It is easy to remember their spirit. At times, it may be difficult to remember their sacrifices."

Lethargy emphatically exclaims, "Never forget those who died for us!"

Lethargy curtsies.



Fazehund says, "anyone want to here the short little song for my wife."

Fazehund sings in a tenor voice:

    "I miss thee
      the warm breeze on my face
      the sunshine in my day
      my emerald eyed angel
      I miss  you."

Fazehund sings in a tenor voice:

    "Oh how i miss my angel
      her golden hair
      a river of gold flowing down her back
      cascading like a waterfall."

Fazehund sings in a tenor voice:

    "My angel guides me
      she lights my way
      her touch sooths me
      her touch as soft as silk."

Fazehund takes a black felt hat off his head.
Fazehund bows low from the waist, sweeping his felt hat in front of him with a courtly flourish.



Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "I once heard a young man lament his lost love
     He termed her an angel that hovers above
     But mortals can't breathe in such rarefied air
     And angels are too fine for everyday wear"

Lethargy's soprano joins with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Everyday wear, sing everyday wear
     And angels are too fine for everyday wear!"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "I once loved a hero, a high paragon
     I offered my heart but he bade me move on
     No maid in distress will find rescuer there
     And heroes are too fine for everyday wear"

Lethargy's soprano joins with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Everyday wear, sing everyday wear
     And heroes are too fine for everyday wear!"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "For some men chase monsters, as everyone knows,
     And flee from the lasses as if they were foes
     But braver by far is the one who will dare
     To open his heart up to everyday wear"

Shayith's mezzo-soprano and Lethargy's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Everyday wear, sing everyday wear
     To open his heart up to everyday wear!"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Now me, I'm no angel, immune to all stains
     The soil of Elanthia runs in my veins
     My soul and my wardrobe the evidence bear
     Of frailties and follies and everyday wear"

Shayith's mezzo-soprano and Lethargy's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Everyday wear, sing everyday wear
     Of frailties and follies and everyday wear!"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "I need a companion of real flesh and blood
     Who isn't too lofty to slog through the mud
     Too rigid to love or too distant to care
     Whose heart on his sleeve is his everyday wear"

Shayith's mezzo-soprano and Lethargy's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Everyday wear, sing everyday wear
     Whose heart on his sleeve is his everyday wear!"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "I'd trade twenty heroes of glorified name
     For one who chose me over power and fame
     Who wagered his heart with a courage so rare
     And love that grows deeper with everyday wear"

Shayith's mezzo-soprano and Lethargy's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Everyday wear, sing everyday wear
     And love that grows deeper with everyday wear!"

(Firannion bows a final flourish on her rebec.)



Melindrha regretfully says, ""If I had known""

Melindrha sings:

    "If I had known what troubles you were bearing
     What griefs were in the silence of your face
     I would have been more gentle and more caring,
     And tried to give you gladness for a space.
     I would have brought more warmth into the place.
          If I had known."

Melindrha sings:

    "If I had known thoughts desparing drew you
     (Why do we never try to understand?)
     I would have lent a little friendship to you,
     And slipped my hand within your hand,
     And made your stay more pleasant in the land.
          If I had known."

Melindrha says, "If only I had known..."
A tear runs down Melindrha's face.
Melindrha curtsies.



Fazehund recites:

    "A gentle touch
      A healing touch
      A touch as soft and refreshing as a cool spring breeze on your face.
      A touch that calms the most restless spirit
      A touch that fears no wound
      A heart that knows only pure intentions
      A heart that longs for one day of peace"

Fazehund says, "that one was for the empaths."



Shayith inhales a great swallow of air.

Shayith recites:

"I will now sing, "Our Love is Like Magic." By Shayith Vain'Athla... was written for a dear friend and her hubby."

Shayith sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "You feel so close even when we are not in the same room,
      I can sense your tender love surrounding around my heart.
      I feel your touch it makes my soul eager to open and bloom,
      At first sight, it was love, it was love from the very start.
      Our love is like magic, it touches our soul and our heart,
      And we had love, at first sight, right from the very start."

Shayith sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I feel your warmth when you touch me from far away,
      And I feel fully content just to know you are around.
      I feel loneliness when I do not see you at night or day,
      So I sit her alone and wait for you to have me found.
      Our love is like magic, for I know when you're near,
      And we have love, as I will sit and wait for you here."

Shayith sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "While the winds dance by me, I think of how wonderful you smile,
      The thought of you taking my hand gently and sweep me off my feet.
      With you on my mind, I don't note the time pass, but it is all worth while,
      No other man can be like you, show me wanted love, nor can they compete.
      Our love is like magic, I am captivated by your charming smile,
      And we have love, for thoughts of you are all worth while."

Shayith inhales a great swallow of air.

Shayith smiles as she closes her eyes slowly.

Shayith sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Take my hand my love and come with me,
      We will walk down the road of our life.
      We shall love and respect each other endlessly,
      You as my husband and I as your wife.
      Our love is like Magic, for only we know,
      That with each passing day, it will grow."

Shayith curtsies.



Glaerith says, "I call this..."

Glaerith exclaims, "The Gor'Tog Who Ate Fire!"

Glaerith says, "Once long ago there was a Gor'Tog who ate fire..."
Glaerith exclaims, "He died!"
Glaerith says, "The end."
Glaerith bows.



Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Red runs the blood of the wounded and dying
     Be elf mage or dwarf priest, there is nae a difference.
     Enemy Death is a vulture a'flying
     Awaiting sure outcome, finality-silence."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Yet into the breach steps a frail shield of life,
     Gambler set to cheat Urrem'tier's due-
     Wields nae a sword, nor a bow, nor a knife,
     But ready to sacrifice their gifts for you."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "It is an empath! eraser of illness and pain!
     Their tears for the injured do fall like brisk rain...
     It is an empath! partner in power of life!
     An island of calm in a maelstrom of strife."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Can any imagine the pain they must suffer
     Taking our injuries at our behest?
     Our lives preserved by so fragile a buffer
     As wounds open up on their neck, arms, and chest..."

Lethargy shivers.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Though they fight nae, could any be doubting
     That they be the bravest of all those among us?
     Mere to stand in their guild with the wounded all shouting:
     "I'm bleeding!", "I'm poisoned!", "My feet have a fungus!!!!!""

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "It is an empath! eraser of illness and pain!
     Their tears for the injured do fall like brisk rain...
     It is an empath! partner in power of life!
     An island of calm in a maelstrom of strife."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Hearts made of alloy so strong it could shatter
     The crashing of pain waves on shores of their souls-
     Their bodies bear marks of the incessant batter,
     But fierce will for Life glows in dark, like hot coals."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "A tribute to thee, dearest hope of the realm!
     'Bove passion, past sorrow, through help beyond measure!,
     Let nae ye're spirits our pain overwhelm!
     Beyond platinum wealth you're the greatest of treasure!"

Lethargy bows.



Firannion begins her Bardic performance for her audience.

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's performance continues.

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's performance continues.

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
     That his love would outlast the change"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Spring 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"

Lethargy whistles the cheerful ditty, "Hodierna's Call".

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's performance continues.

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's performance continues.

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!"

Firannion's performance continues.

Firannion smiles cryptically.

Firannion curtsies.

Firannion's performance ends.



Lethargy darkly says, "I will now sing ye the ballad of the legendary assassin, Iceheart, composed by Lethargy Silkfingers."

Lethargy darkly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Nerves of steel and deadly grace
     Nae one's lived, who's seen his face
     Silent death falls from shadows-
     Long-sleep comes where Iceheart goes."

Lethargy hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Adamantine blades that rip-
     Squeezing throats with viselike grip-
     Lethal, pristine, "Bloody Rose"...
     Darkness comes where Iceheart goes."

Lethargy darkly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Unhesitating man of action,
     Deals in life's subtle subtractions...
     Final time for eyes to close-
     Weeping comes where Iceheart goes."

Lethargy glares.

Lethargy hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Moves in concentrated silence,
     Barely leashed engine of violence-
     Corpses presents for the crows
     Emptiness where Iceheart goes."

Lethargy darkly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Strangle cord around ye're throat,
     Through blueing lips ye'll gasp and croak!
     Be ye his mark? too late, ye'll know-
     Blood will flow where Iceheart goes."

Lethargy hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "His sacred trust, communal service,
     Death he gifts for those who purchase...
     Widows wail and tear their clothes-
     Sorrow dwells where Iceheart goes."

Lethargy darkly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Tavern-whispers, alley-glimpse
     His lethal shadows dance like imps!
     Panic stalks and terror grows-
     Chaos comes where Iceheart goes."

Lethargy hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Dark knight roams the darkened land,
     With empty soul and bloody hands...
     Who is he? none living knows-
     For silence lives where Iceheart goes."

Lethargy shivers.
Lethargy bows.



Lethargy says, "And now, I pray thee give me thine ears, my friends, and hear mine words: "An Ode to My Beloved on the Wedding Day", by Lethargy Silkyfingers."

Lethargy begins her Bardic performance for her audience.

Lethargy bows her head, inhaling deeply and smoothly, as you see her shoulders relax. You begin to hear the sounds of nature all around you, as the calm she has summoned imposes itself on the world around you, making you breathe a little more freely, a feeling of peace settling over you...

Lethargy raises her gaze to meet yours, and you see in her eyes a sense of dreamy passion, of hunger, and need, and naked desire.

Lethargy dreamily sings in a soprano voice:

    "I stand before thee, on this special eve, my love...
     The setting sun caresses thy head, thy shoulders,
     Much as I long to do, myself..."

Lethargy breathes easily, her chest rising and falling evenly as her words echo in your minds.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I glance at thee, as the holy priest doth
     Prepare the words of devotion,
     Of inspiration,
     That will seal thee to me,
     To me..."

Lethargy closes her eyes, an expression of purest rapture on her face as she continues....

Lethargy longingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "My mouth doth water at the sight of thee,
     Standing tall and regal,
     Bedecked in finery befitting a king-
     My king..."

Lethargy sways as if she danced slowly with a partner, as fragile breezes tug at the hem of her cloak.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Welcome as sunshine after gentle spring rains,
     I canst not but glance hungrily at thee,
     Time and again,
     As I imagine the pleasure to come after the holy ceremony."

Lethargy licks her lips slowly, lasciviously.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Mine eyes lower chastely, and yet,
     And yet,
     The fires of wicked desires come unbanked within me
     To flare into full flame, a burning hunger..."

Lethargy bites her lower lip as her brow furrows slightly, her hands trembling slightly.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I remember when I first laid mine eyes upon thee-
     I recall, blushing, how my fingers first made thine acquaintance!
     E'en the merest taste of thee, that day, was like unto that of godlike nectar,
     And oh! how I long to be sated by full repast!"

Lethargy's performance continues.

Lethargy brings her hands to her lips, kissing the fingertips softly, softly.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "To feel thee full in my hands!
     To bring thee, succulent,
                    redolent,
      with the scent of autumn spices,
     To my yearning mouth..."

Lethargy lets her tongue tip slip between her lips to briefly flick at her fingertips.

Lethargy longingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "To feel thee sliding past my lips, flirting lovingly with my tongue-
     Insistently forcing thy way past my unresisting throat-
     I gasp with the heady anticipation,
     My face flushed, masked by the rosy light of the waning sun..."

Lethargy shudders and moans aloud, her eyes still closed, her hips swaying gently to her own rhythm.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "I canst hardly wait until the ceremony is done,
     My love, my savory love!
     For, as certain as waves of pure love cleanse the sands of our soul,
     So, too, will I have thee at long, long last...."

Lethargy longingly says, "My wedding cake..."

Lethargy winks as a slow, steady grin spreads across her face, her fingers miming a quick swipe across the frosting of an imaginary wedding cake her own height, then licking them one by one as she sees amused comprehension dawn on your faces...

Lethargy curtsies.

Lethargy's performance ends.

Guest Descriptions


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

She is wearing a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, a black satin bodice laced with silvery velvet threads, 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 delicate gold necklace with a small Bard Guild crest charm, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a jet black leather skirt, a time-worn lacewood pick, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a platinum heron earring, a lapis lazuli heron armband, 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 silver small oilcloth case, a commemorative silver Kronar medallion hanging from a red silk ribbon, some bezainted battle armor, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a black leather cloak trimmed in silver, a silver canvas sack, some highly-polished top boots accented with the hand-tooled image of a serpent coiled around a sword, a sturdy weapon harness, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a fine mesh backpack, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some dark chain gauntlets with spiked golden knuckle guards and a polished silver helm with a hinged visor of dark steel.



Madrigal Auriol D'Pre, a Halfling Bard
She has hazel eyes, shoulder length wavy black hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
She is a kneebiter for a Halfling.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glass of Aesry Island Tease in her right hand.
She is wearing a soft navy velvet beret, a dark blue tapestry cloak with a wide sable shawl collar, a berry-stained shoulder bag, a sack streaked with ale and wine stains, a brushed silver locket, a tightly-knit indigo dress with a flared skirt, a long gold filigree ring, a braided lute-string ring, a silver wren ring, a journey-worn instrument case, a slender bow pouch delicately embroidered with tiny musical notes, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet and some hammered gold toe bells.



Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a Dwarf
He has black eyes, very long thick blue-black hair that is braided, and 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 mug of Stone Clan beer in his right hand and a flagon of ginger beer in his left.
He is wearing some black gauntlets, some massive plate armor, a green and bronze mask etched with the crest of the tavern troupe, a sturdy black backpack, a canvas field kit, some boots, an ornate scabbard, a sack streaked with ale and wine stains, some black broadcloth pants with a row of gold coins stitched up the side, a tall pewter tankard, a black medium case, an etched silver medallion, a carved black pick and a black silk shirt adorned with beveled platinum cufflinks.



Balladeer Corte Whatly of Elanthia, a Prydaen Bard
He has cat-slitted ale-brown eyes, a shoulder length straight black mane that is braided, and brown fur with silver points and silver stripes.
He is young for a Prydaen.

He has some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a warm apple tart in his right hand and a flagon of ginger beer in his left.
He is wearing a gnarled wooden ring, a faded gold ring, a polished granite pinkie ring, a heavy S'lai crossbow, a wooden Human trinket, a wooden wolverine trinket, a wooden rabbit trinket, a wooden bell trinket, a tin burrower trinket, a brass hound trinket, a tin lion trinket, a tin cougar trinket, a serpentine bronze tailband, a serpentine bronze tailband, a full length woolen cloak clasped with a silver lyre, a yellow Star-eyed rose, a colorful satin rosette, a heart-shaped pin, an etched Bard crest pin, a clerical collar, a hand-tooled quiver, a silver flute case, a medium case, a fur-lined vest, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a cloth pouch, a leather sheath, a silver catkin chain, a carved pick, some sandals, a smoke grey wolfskin bandana, a sturdy silver backpack, a plum and white plaid kilt, a long-sleeved burgundy silk shirt and a white silk shirt.



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

She is wearing a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a filmy skirt of pale green gauze over jade silk edged with delicate ivory wasps, a gauzy silk bodice adorned with a chain of silver bells, a S'lai short bow, a silver mesh moonflower framed by delicate emerald silk leaves, a brightwork greatsword scabbard with a fire-gilded king snake wrapped down its length, a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard, a gypsy kerchief, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a filigreed gold bracelet studded with frost opals and hung with tiny bells, a belled anklet, some hammered gold toe bells, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a carved pick, a delicate white gold wedding ring entwined with a lover's knot cradling a harp, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a Bardic Soul Knot hair-clasp, a hip pouch, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a delicate silver Elven chain choker, some silvered chain woven over the heart with steelsilk links forming a white dove bearing a broken sword, a crystal unicorn earring and a crystal unicorn armband.



Mother Dulcinie vonPfeffers, a Human Cleric
She has jade eyes, very long wavy auburn hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a flagon of ginger beer in her right hand.
She is wearing a bronze and cambrinth earring carved into the shape of an ox horn, a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram, a target shield, a brushed golden balaclava, some blackened mail gauntlets worked with silver gryphons, a lavaliere, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a forest green hauberk, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Cleric Guild, an artfully crafted pin of silver and gemstones depicting a fae gathering, a canvas field kit, a brilliant green skirt, a pure white journey pack, a delicate heart-shaped ruby necklace pierced by a tiny diamond arrow, a platinum engagement ring set with a dark red ruby teardrop, a dusky crystal cat bauble, a black leather sheath, a circlet of shimmering gold and russet ivy leaves, a frosty lazurite ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, a ruby red Albreda breastpin, some glittering snowflake filigree earrings, a pale blue satin rosette, a gold lace hair bow, some fur-lined white leather boots, a jet-black silk garter accented with a tiny ruby heart pierced with a diamond arrow, a bronze dragon pin, some black silk stockings, a silver flute case, a white silken cape lined with thick snowbeast fur, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, some beaten silver toe bells, a silver chain, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon and a lumpy bundle.



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

She is wearing a crimson dragon-painted shield, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, some dainty black velvet slippers with polished silver buckles, a hip pouch, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a silken green hair ribbon, a leather sheath, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a carved pick, a red gem pouch, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a bronze brooch, an emerald green mantle, a shifting gauze skirt, a softly-draped green silk tunic, some ring mail, a gleaming chain balaclava, some mail gloves, some scale greaves, an embossed quiver and an ivory-inlaid composite bow.



Balladeer Fazehund Misond of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard
He has slitted silver eyes and green scales.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He is in good shape.

He is holding some glowing Elothean windhaze in his right hand.
He is wearing a small canvas packet, a red sash, some shadowy stalking leathers, a swan made out of shiny white seashells, a Redthorne tartan kilt, a silver grey journey pack, a copper-studded quiver, some jet black snakeskin boots, a black wool greatcoat, a black full-length cape colorfully and intricately embroidered with a crouching mountain lion, a braided lute-string tailband, a journey-worn instrument case, a lyre-shaped kilt-brooch, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a silver tail barb, a delicate gold necklace with a small wand charm, a cambrinth albatross pendant suspended from a green satin ribbon, a leather bag, a diamond signet ring, a white leather hip belt fastened with an ivory jackal buckle, a ring, a silver-edged scabbard and a black felt hat.



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



Fizzia Fuzzlewump, a Halfling Ranger
She has blue eyes, shoulder length curly red hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
She is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a Taffelberry fizz in her right hand.
She is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a forester's bow, a misty white satin rosette, a black leather bullwhip, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, an unicorn ring, a willow backpack, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a forest green ribbon, a scarlet-cupped daffodil, a starry white narcissus, an arm pouch stitched with a beautiful forest scene, a small linen sack painted with realistic-looking animals, a pocketed chef's apron boldly stitched with the words, "There's always room for dessert!", a deep crimson silk rose embroidered lightly in silver threading, a wire and pearl pin, a brushed bronze rose pin inlaid with silver leaves, a chipped ceramic pin in the shape of a raccoon face, a leather cuff embroidered with the words "No Ranger stands alone.", a leather archer's cuff with the Ranger Guild crest hand-tooled across the back, a braided spidersilk satchel, a green crystal tikka shaped like a tiny arrow, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, an emerald flowery jumper, a pale green silk tabard embroidered with forest green ivy tendrils, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a forest green wool cloak embroidered at the edges with elaborate ivory knotwork, a gleaming silver circlet delicately engraved with sinuous vinery, a pair of emerald earrings, a slender toe ring woven with purple and green crystalline strands, a vivid green satin rosette, a silver ivy leaf pendant strung on a long silver chain, a tin wolf trinket, a braided silver cloak pin inset with a polished amber longbow, a brass leucro trinket, a green agate goblin bauble, a thigh quiver, some reinforced hide gloves, a deep green leather mask decorated with tiny feathers, some tan hunting leathers and some beaten silver toe bells.



Giona MacLugha of Elanthia, a Human
He has ale-brown eyes, long straight golden brown hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
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 is in good shape.

He is wearing a cerulean and black plaid kilt, a bronze brooch, a jade green journey pack, some midnight black leathers, a carved obsidian earcuff, a carved obsidian earcuff, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, some platinum armbands, a platinum choker, a leather archer's cuff with the Ranger Guild crest hand-tooled across the back, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a dark silver cloak pin inset with a glossy cerulean glass tankard, some black leather hand-tooled boots, an amethyst ring, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, a black silk hooded cloak, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a fletching pouch, a green herb pouch, a long mesh weapon harness, a pitch-black pouch, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain, a spiraling crystal brooch, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a polished granite pinkie ring, a glittering quartz nose stud, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern and a ebony longbow.



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

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



Apprentice Harmoni Haermoni of Elanthia, an Elven Warrior Mage
She has jade eyes, very long wavy golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.

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

She is wearing a leather mask, a moonstone ring, a white gold torque, some black opal earrings, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a black opal nose-stud, an emerald brooch, some blue doeskin slim pants, a blue hip pouch, an ash grey scabbard, some deep blue sharkskin thigh-boots, a sturdy brown backpack, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, an opal hairpin, some smoke grey wolfskin gloves, some full chain armor, a light crossbow, an oval shield and a twisted cambrinth armband.



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

She is wearing a blue sapphire eyebrow ring with blackened heron feathers dangling to the side, an onyx-inlaid light crossbow, a black oak amulet carved in the shape of a wolf, some black sealskin boots, a somber black haversack, a pure black swan feather, a tight black high-necked sweater, a black wool scarf with one end flipped casually over the shoulder, a hooded journeyman's cloak made of dark hides and lined with black fur and a dashing linen pirate's shirt that hangs open in the front.



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 a short bristly mustache on his upper lip and a short prickly beard.

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

He is holding a glass of plum wine in his right hand.
He is wearing a sturdy black backpack, a strong leather shield, some lavender blue gloves, a maple longbow, a golden leather mask, some tawny gold buckskin leathers, a bronze brooch, an emerald green mantle, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a turquoise long pouch, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lavender leather sheath, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a carved dragon-engraved pick, a blue medium case, some polished black leather boots with gold-trimmed leather tassels, a lavender blue neckband, a thigh pouch, a hip pouch, some copper pin-striped trousers, a loose linen shirt, a smoky topaz ogre bauble, a tin boobrie trinket and a lavender blue ear-stud.



Bard Jessibel Thorlandar of Elanthia, an Elf
She has crystal blue eyes, long wavy golden hair that is braided, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.

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

She is holding a S'lai short bow in her right hand.
She is wearing a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, some iridescent sharkskin thigh-boots, a bronze dragon pin, a purple velvet ribbon, a soft pink satin rosette, a moonstone goat bauble, a carved beryl crane bauble, a deep blue woolen jacket fastened with carved rowan buttons bearing an embroidered Bards' Guild badge on one sleeve, a silver-inlaid tankard, an indigo spidersilk robe embroidered with an iridescent butterfly, a pristine white surcoat embroidered with a warrior maiden singing to a sleeping dragon, a pearl wren ring, a clear crystal necklace cut to look like a string of diamonds, a tin adder trinket, a glass shrew trinket, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, a gleaming silver torque with a diamond-cut obsidian drop pendant, a pair of diamond earrings, a long platinum hairpin set with a large sparkling emerald, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, some soft black lace stockings, a copper butterfly trinket, a tightly-knit indigo dress with a flared skirt, a brass Bard trinket, a brass Elf trinket, a dainty jes-rose wristlet, a sky blue spidersilk bodice inset with sheer white gauze, a willow backpack, a gold engagement ring set with a dark red ruby teardrop, a leather sheath, an embossed quiver, a carved pick, a platinum wedding ring, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a deep blue leather instrument case embroidered with an exquisite butterfly in multi-hued thread, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a silver gilt hauberk, a glittering chain balaclava, some twilight-blue gauntlets with black leather cuffs worked in raised silver and a blue gem pouch.



Veteran Jorram Rendunlhoat, a Gor'Tog
He has black eyes and jade skin.
He is young for a Gor'Tog.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a heavy serpent-trigger crossbow, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with rampaging wild boars, a set of blood red leathers emblazoned with a rampant centaur, some fringed deep crimson leather gloves tooled with the image of a raging centaur, a red leather mask painted with the image of a centaur head with wildly staring eyes, a purple gem pouch, an emblazoned tower shield, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Everild, a red sash, a black cape embroidered with a barbarian standing over a defeated foe, a darkened silver ring engraved with a seven-pointed star, a royal blue arm pouch, a journey pack, a dark teal silk shirt with carved emerald buttons, a pair of jet leather boots decorated with emerald-beaded falcon feathers, a pair of charcoal wool trousers stitched with dark grey thread, a claymore sheath and a bloodstone wolverine bauble.



Kadnur Nextra, an Elven Bard
He has silver eyes, very long wavy platinum hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.

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

He is wearing a Nisha short bow, an onyx black medium silk case, a gold-chased woodwind case, a knotted leather belt, a gold leather sheath, a sturdy black backpack, a fine woolen kilt with a golden silk tassel, some double chain mail trimmed with fine golden links and a sprig of mistletoe.



Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard
He has silver eyes, cropped amber hair, and fair skin.
He is a daydreamer for a Halfling.
He has a short thin mustache on his upper lip and a sparse beard.
He has a tattoo of a golden hawk with its wings spread wide on his chest.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flagon of ginger beer in his right hand.
He is wearing a dunce cap, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a braided lute-string ring, a tan bota painted with musical instruments, a fine linen pillowcase colorfully embroidered with the crest of Taelbert's Inn, a bright orange striped cummerbund dotted with tiny brilliant green spots, a motley jester's tabard of faded purple and green satin diamonds, a Pantel tartan kilt, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a wide copper earring, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a dark brown hooded longcoat decorated with fringe and hawk feathers, a rope belt woven from rainbow-colored nemoih strands, a bronze heron medallion, a carved phoenix-painted pick, a faded gold ring, a long mesh weapon harness, a vivid green satin rosette, a turtle shell shield, a carved pick, a hand-stitched traveler's pack and a sunshine yellow sack.



Wayfarer Koehvinri Tylandriel of Elanthia, an Elven Ranger
He has grey eyes, very long straight platinum hair that is tied back, and tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.

He has faint scuffing to the head, faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, cuts and bruises about the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, some minor swelling and bruising around the right eye.

He is wearing a target shield, some silvery hunting leathers, a walnut longbow, a wooden raccoon trinket, a bronze dragon pin, a green dagger sheath, some brilliant green pants, some suede boots, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a jade green thigh bag, a green hip pouch, a sturdy green backpack, a silvery leather harness, a silvery leather mask and a pair of silvery leather gloves.



Lanaia Rodhalay of Elanthia, an Elf
He has crystal green eyes, shoulder length straight black hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his upper lip and some light stubble.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing an oval shield, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a blue moonblade in shining thread, some midnight black leathers, a light crossbow, some leggings, some wax fangs, a black gem pouch, a striated albredine ring, some suede boots, an ornate scabbard, a ruby band, a silver chain, a silver chain, an arbelog claw pendant and a smoke grey wolfskin backpack.



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 worn leather book bag bearing the crest of the Asemath Academy, a polished chain balaclava, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a small canvas packet, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a silver gilt hauberk, some mail gloves, some fringed leather sandals, a dove-grey gossamer skirt, a woven wicker gardener's toolbag and a leather sheath.



Lukka Bloomoth, an Elf
She has one crystal blue eye and one crystal green eye, long wavy honey hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing an ebon-hued crossbow, a platinum thumb band set with precisely cut amethysts and perfect tiny diamonds, some slippers, a sturdy backpack, some leathers, a lumpy bundle, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a black leather mask and some black gauntlets.



Caretaker Lycidylia Cridalla of Elanthia, an Elothean Empath
She has milky blue eyes, shoulder length fine ginger hair that is tied back, and pale skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.

She has cuts and bruises about the head, deep slashes across the neck, deep slashes across the right arm, cuts and bruises about the left arm, a broken right leg with gaping holes, a broken left leg with gaping holes, deep cuts across the right hand, deep cuts across the left hand, deep cuts across the chest area, deep slashes across the abdomen, deep slashes across the back, a bruised, swollen and bleeding right eye, faint scuffing to the left eye.

She is wearing a flowery pink blanket, a warm red wool sweater, some side-laced boots, a delicate gold necklace with a small flute charm, a hip belt of delicate silver links dangling with tiny enameled blossoms in a rainbow of colors, a white clematis wristlet, a sapphire signet ring, some pure white lace cuffs, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a silver ring engraved with the image of a moon and sun, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a diamond band, a high-collared cotton shirt with wide sleeves, a divided skirt, some black gauntlets, a fuzzy gem pouch, a brass shadowling trinket, a circlet, a pair of emerald earrings, a pink carnation wristlet, a lavender herb pouch, a bronze dragon pin, a carved beryl eel bauble, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan and a sturdy lavender backpack.



Madrigal Maiyadhin Ajadeem, an Elf
She has dark eyes, long curly dark brown hair that is tied back, and copper skin.
She is young for an Elf.

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

She is wearing some mail gloves, a black hip pouch, a cape, a silver catkin chain, a sapphire wren armband, some Bardic Soul Knot earrings, a pair of dark blue pants with a thin dusty rose colored stripe down the side, a delicate white gold wedding ring entwined with a lover's knot cradling a harp, some riding boots, a royal blue scarfed blouse, a silvered chain coverall, a purple thigh pouch, an embossed quiver, a greatsword sheath, a carved pick, a dagger sheath, a bascinet helm and a composite bow.



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

She has some faint scars along the right arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, cuts and bruises about the left leg, faint scuffing to the chest.

She is holding a silk fan in her right hand.
She is wearing a delicate pink rosebud, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a glass donkey trinket, a festive ivy and grape crown, a golden chrysanthemum, a delicate orange blossom, a midnight blue vela'tohr flower, a pale peach vela'tohr flower, a faded gold ring, a creamy hulnik linen hooded cloak trimmed with a border of richly embroidered purple silk and the image of a silvery unicorn prancing upon a field of clover, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a brushed silver cloak pin inset with a twisted crystal cebi root, a faint violet vela'tohr flower, a diadem formed of an emerald teardrop on a twisted silver chain, an ivory and jade plaid kilt fastened with a silver ivy wreath pin, a silver earcuff engraved with ivy vines bearing deep emerald leaves, a silver ivy leaf pendant strung on a long silver chain, a woven silver choker sprinkled with dark emerald teardrops, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a set of thirteen fluted silver chimes embellished with elegant golden filigree, a slender toe ring woven with purple and green crystalline strands, a silverwillow ring carved in the shape of a charging ram, a delicate silver rose ring, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a tall pewter tankard, a forest green suede hip pouch embossed with entwined ivy leaves, a cheerful ivory ram charm, a blue topaz butterfly pin bejeweled with garnets and pearls, a delicately carved ivory pin, a bronze armband etched with intricate knotwork, some spidery silver-rimmed spectacles, a sky blue vela'tohr flower, a polished steel band inlaid with darkened steel ravens in flight, a rose quartz Halfling bauble, a brass Empath trinket, a wooden donkey trinket, a polished silver bracelet engraved with a blooming rose, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a small ankle pouch with an embroidered strap, a rusty tin lunch pail with a mismatched steel handle, a tin coyote trinket, an obsidian Warrior Mage bauble, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, a dark purple vela'tohr flower, a pale grey vela'tohr flower, a spun glass nightshade flower tinted the hues of darkness, a frosted blue fluorite bracelet with a silver dolphin clasp and a silky white blouse.



Mobeelia Zennalus, an Elven Ranger
She has crystal green eyes, very long curly golden brown hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, minor scarring along the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the chest, tiny scratches to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, tiny scratches to the left eye.

She is wearing a patchwork blanket, some suede boots, some leggings, a large canvas sack, a gold owl charm necklace, a sturdy pink backpack, some reinforced greaves, a leather reinforced aventail, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a leather cuirbouilli coat, some reinforced gloves, a leather reinforced helm and a ebony longbow.



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

You are wearing a dashing black fedora with an engraved silver band, a pair of supple grey suede gloves with fine silver stitching, a wheat-colored linen cloak with a dark green copper-tipped suede collar, a black swordsman's shirt laced at the neck with a golden cord, a knotted leather belt, some cerulean blue dueling pants embroidered in gold with wandering vines around the waist and cuffs, some hunting leathers, a leather weapon harness, a willow backpack, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Phledra Encynyn, an Elothean Trader
She has jade eyes, very long fine silver hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.

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

She is wearing a sea-blue suede bodice with mermaid-shaped emerald clasps, a flowing white velvet skirt cinched at the waist with a silver knot pin, a teak longbow, a diamond engagement ring, some iridescent satin slippers in a play of pastel colors, a pure white velvet garter with silver buckles, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a silver-edged scabbard, a pair of gold filigree earrings, a black leather bullwhip, a sturdy green backpack, some smoke grey leathers, a golden leather mask and some reinforced gloves.



Rikulf Klastex, a Human
He has crystal blue eyes, very long straight red hair that is braided, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He has a tattoo of various markings and lines which appear to form a map on his back.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a bottle of bearheart stout in his right hand.
He is wearing an ebony short bow, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a dark wool cloak embroidered with thick black thread, a plum and mauve plaid kilt, a sandstone ring carved into the symbol for the Nomads of the Arid Steppe, a chain balaclava, a pair of black mesh handguards, an embossed quiver, a claymore sheath, a dark silk sash embroidered with the crest of Zoluren, a golden wedding band with intricate etching, some aged leather combat armor with a faint seal over the breastplate and a sturdy backpack.



Roboson Cateater of Elanthia, a Human
He has one jade eye and one amber eye, cropped ginger hair, and copper skin.
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 roaring lion with its claws seeming to rip through the skin on his arm.
He has deep slashes across the right leg.
He is bleeding lightly from the right leg.

He is holding a flute in his right hand.
He is wearing a blue gem pouch, a burnished kite shield, a Nisha short bow, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a mist grey journey pack, a glittering quartz nose stud, a wide dwarven mining belt of sturdy worn leather, a leather-wrapped wicker creel, a platinum wedding ring, an etched Bard crest pin, a carved wren-engraved pick, a blue leather sheath, a gold engagement ring set with a dark red ruby teardrop, a copper wren trinket, an ebony cat earring, a Redthorne tartan kilt, a Redthorne tartan cloak, a cambrinth ring, a deep amaranth wrist purse, some hip waders, a flannel fishing shirt, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a tall pewter tankard, a Redthorne tartan sash, a pristine white surcoat emblazoned with a heraldic gold lion, a molded gold pin depicting a thief in the jaws of Chadatru's fierce lion, a Redthorne tartan vest, an ivory linen swordsman's shirt with blackworked cuffs, some silver steel-rimmed spectacles, a deep blue woolen jacket fastened with carved rowan buttons bearing an embroidered Bards' Guild badge on one sleeve, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a net duffel bag, a burnished chain balaclava, some burnished mail gauntlets and some burnished chain.



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

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

He is holding a flagon of ginger beer in his right hand.
He is wearing a braided silk and leather sling, a thickly quilted silk minstrel cloak patterned with overlapping circles of deep azure and silver, a belted leather baldric adorned with an antiqued silver ram's head buckle, a beribboned medal enameled with the proud crest of Zoluren, a brushed suede satchel braced with thin rods of beveled ironwood, a white gold wedding band carved in the shape of a ring of flames, some tarnished silver spectacles with dull obsidian-tinted lenses, some hand-tooled black leather pants with silver coins fitted over the side seams, a polished ebony instrument case with a large silken shoulder strap, a storm grey watered-silk shirt with an open neckline and billowing sleeves tapering to the cuff, a rumpled black wool scarf slung haphazardly over one shoulder, a black leather belt hung with an odd assortment of carved ivory goblin heads, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a polished silver flask, some rich azure leather boots with gleaming silver-scaled cuffs, a turquoise swamp troll bauble, a set of full leather armor reinforced with ironwood bark, an ebony leather vest with fine silver stitching and silver filigree buttons and a canvas hat covered with an excess of silver thread.



Wanderer Sfox Dreamls of Elanthia, an Elven Ranger
He has crystal blue eyes, shoulder length fine black hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has some light stubble on his face.

He has some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the left hand.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a black spidersilk backpack, a arm pouch, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some cuffed forester's boots, a cambrinth ring, an ivory-fanged leather cougar mask, a black cape embroidered with a growling wolf, a knotted thread wristlet strung with carved bone beads, some fitted black wolfskin trousers, a claymore sheath and a heavy crossbow.



Storyteller Shayith Vain'Athla of Elanthia, a Prydaen Bard
She has cat-slitted crystal blue eyes, a very long wavy golden mane that is loose, and sandy fur with a white belly and black stripes.
She is young for a Prydaen.

She has faint scuffing to the right arm, some tiny scars across the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the left hand, severe scarring along the chest area, minor swelling and bruising in the abdomen compounded by cuts and bruises about the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, some faint scars along the right eye.

She is wearing a waermodi gwethdesuan, a target shield, a leather reinforced aventail, some reinforced greaves, a short leather coat, a hooded linen robe, a vivid green satin rosette, a silken tan hair ribbon, a crystal wren charm, a woven grass ring, a carved silver pick, a glass peacock trinket, a tiny wooden tree pin, a hammered copper tailband, a carved wooden amulet, a fang-tipped wooden torque, a hair bow, a fang-tipped flint earring, a crocheted gold wool shawl, an ornate scabbard, a dark gem pouch, a sturdy backpack, a calf-length suede riding skirt, a pleated silver blouse, some slouched boots, a scarlet plaid vest and a lantholite gwethdesuan.



Silvyrfire T'akgren, a Rakash
He has jade eyes, shoulder length fine honey hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a slice of pudding cake in his right hand.
He is wearing a hip pouch, an ornate scabbard, an embossed quiver, some sandals, a ring, a white dagger sheath, a white leather sheath, a sturdy white backpack, a long boiled-leather coat, some azure trousers and a bronze armband.



Sius Lanathik, a Prydaen Bard
He has cat-slitted milky blue eyes, a long thick black mane that is loose, and white fur and black stripes.
He is young for a Prydaen.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a maple lyre in his right hand.
He is wearing a long bearskin cloak, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a leather reinforced helm, some reinforced greaves, a leather cuirbouilli coat, a carved pick, a small case, a sturdy backpack, a silvery satin rosette, a velvet gem pouch, a polished steel band inlaid with darkened steel ravens in flight, a fang-tipped flint earring, a walnut longbow, some azure slim pants and a gold mourning band etched with a skeleton in bas-relief.



Useff Budna of Elanthia, an Elf
He has one gold eye and one hazel eye, long fine brunette hair that is loose, and dark skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a bottle of bearheart stout in his right hand.
He is wearing a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with a tiny silver keg, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a cerulean blue libation caddy with an embroidered flap, a Bardic Spirit Knot ear-stud, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a golden lightning bolt-shaped slim lockpick attached to a slender wire neckchain, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a la'tami hide pouch, a monogrammed leather weapons harness, some dark leathers painted with a red and silver device, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, a bard blue busker's shirt, a lasmodi gwethdesuan and a waermodi gwethdesuan.



Venarri Rasene of Elanthia, an Elothean Bard
She has one gold eye and one ale-brown eye, very long thick honey hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a hyacinth blue hood, a yellow herb pouch, a ring, a blue dagger sheath, a yellow leather sheath, a blue hip pouch, some blue robes, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some sunshine yellow boots, some daffodil yellow greaves, some heather blue leathers, a sturdy yellow backpack, a light crossbow, a medium shield and some deep indigo gloves.



Xantion Flamedealer, an Elf
He has jade eyes, short wavy auburn hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a short thin mustache on his upper lip and a sparse beard.
He has a tattoo of a black dragon kneeling at the feet of a red-robed wizard on his back.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a sooty black cotton shirt adorned with shrike-carved buttons, some drab brown breeches ineptly patched at the knees, a dark crimson flamerose, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some thick bearskin boots with engraved boar tusk heels, a thick leather backpack embellished with polished blue chain links, a black spidersilk weapons harness clasped with a burnished gold star, a bristly brown bear fur coat, a tin cricket trinket, a sea-green tinted cambrinth ring, an azure-blue leather talisman pouch, a crimson leather hip belt fastened with an onyx buckle, an ink-stained frayed thigh bag stitched with the words "Maps and Supplies", a green and gold brocade sack, some blued chain of intricately interwoven chain links marred by subtle blackening, a rotting leather armband embossed with cuneiform runes, a light crossbow and a black oak amulet carved in the shape of a wolf.



Madrigal Xaphira Vonara, an Elothean Bard
She has jade eyes, very long wavy amber hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing some reinforced gloves, a somber black hood, a simple pewter charm bracelet, an etched Bard crest pin, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a stamped copper tankard, a sack, a red satin tabard sewn in brilliant gold thread with the emblem of the wren of Faenella, a slender toe ring woven with purple and green crystalline strands, a soft gem pouch, a finely crafted cerulean blue Bard's bag clasped with a tiny silver keg, some hammered gold toe bells, a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, a silken diaphanous veil stitched with iridescent beads, a shimmering diaphanous silken scarf interlaced with delicate veins of gold and copper thread, some billowing indigo silk pantaloons with paisley embroidery in gold, a form-fitting beaded bodice with silken cross-straps, a sturdy black backpack, a balanced light crossbow, a silvery snakeskin scabbard, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some jet black snakeskin leathers, some jet black snakeskin boots, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a bronze medallion stamped with the image of a flying wren, a silverwillow wedding band, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a matte black albredine ring and an emerald engagement ring.



Zazu Turning'leaf, a Prydaen Bard
She has cat-slitted silver eyes, a very long curly blue-black mane that is loose, and blue-grey fur with black points and silver marbling.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She has a tattoo of a water sprite dancing around a willow tree on her shoulder.

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

She is wearing a blue-green felt hat, an aquamarine watersilk cloak patterned to resemble cresting waves, a hammered watered-steel hip-chain engraved with dancing faeries and fire opals, a delicate silver rose ring, a silver medium velvet case, a crystal prism wedding band shaped like wispy faeries cradling frost opal stars, some blue steel-rimmed spectacles, a silken blue hair ribbon, a pair of sapphire blue silk slippers brocaded and beaded with elemental waves and a silver barrette accented by a white silk raven's feather with trailing dark satin-edged ribbons.

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