Mckatelee Concert, 10/17/1998, Dreamheart's Concert Series, Baearholt's Farmhold

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 355 years, 293 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Emerald Dolphin
It is currently fall.
It is midnight.

Dark clouds obscure the night sky above.

[Baearholt's Farmhold, Taproom]
Dark oak beams criss-cross the low whitewashed ceiling in the taproom of Baearholt's Farmhold. In the corner, a bard sits on a tall stool playing a rapid melody on her gittern as patrons join in a hearty drinking song and sample the quality meads and ales for which Baearholt's is known. You also see a polished mahogany counter with some stuff on it, a narrow door and a menu.

Guest List

Poet Mckatelee Starryskye, an Elf Bard

Aspira (sorry, no further information available)
Scout Axegore Darksmiter, a Human
Scout Cadrew (sorry, no further information available)
Carolein Ariaopus, an Elf
Cemm Marcolin, a Human Warrior Mage
Balladeer Cizar Finmir, an Elothean
Poet Deannyia (sorry, no further information available)
Troubadour Drayeath Amneil, an Elothean Bard
Taleweaver Dreamheart (sorry, no further information available)
Minstrel Dredded DeCaen, a Halfling Bard
Sensitive Eianne Gentle, an Elf
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Wayfarer Fizzia Fuzzlewump, a Halfling Ranger
Scout Jowanee Maybee, an Elf
Balladeer Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard
Mystic Khaman Vairson, an Elf
Kienman (sorry, no further information available)
Bard Kithria Dustdanser, an Elf
Kortny Horselord, a Human
Ranger Mobelia burnzyn, an Elf
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
Synor (sorry, no further information available)
Trul Oldsong, an Elf
Werona Brekstone, an Elf

Set List

"Killienna Mae"
"A funny thing happened on the way to the concert... "
"When the night is at its coldest"
"Speaking of Cizar..."
Home Is Where The Heart Is
"The gods may grant ye life"
Wistful Quintain
Faerie Tales
Thief's Lament
Music Dancer
Bright Times
"Burning bridges is harder than it seems"
"I was walking through the woods one day"

Encore:

If Only
"The tool of the trade"

From the after-party:

Firannion: Trader With A "D"
Firannion: The Boobrie Song

Concert

Dreamheart says, "Welcome everyone, to the End of the Week Concert! I am glad you all are here."
Dreamheart exclaims, "Since you were so kind to wait for me while I was a bit late, I say on with the show!"
Dreamheart says, "Everyone grab a drink, quiet down and..."
Dreamheart exclaims, "I turn the floor over to our very own Mckatelee!"

Mckatelee says, "For those of you who don't know me, and I think I know you all now since we've been waiting together"
Mckatelee winks at Dreamheart.
Mckatelee says, "My name's Mckatelee Starryskye. And I'd like to sing for you some of my songs."
Mckatelee beams!
Dreamheart says, "Remember, bards love quiet, but appreciative audiences. I hear sparklies are one of a bard's favorite things."
Dreamheart winks.
Dreamheart takes a seat.
Dreamheart beams at Mckatelee!
Mckatelee chuckles.
Mckatelee says, "well I like em, but I think Cizar likes to steal them even more"
Mckatelee winks at Cizar.
Mckatelee says, "ok... here we go..."
Cizar says, "Lies..scandelouse lies"


Mckatelee says, "This was one of my first songs here in the realms. My, but that was a long time ago! I hope you like it. "

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There once was a dancer, fair and sweet
      by the name of Killienna Mae
      who fell for Keiran Goldynweiss
      a bard who was known to stray..."

Mckatelee sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He played for her like his true and only
      and she danced for him with all her heart
      But deep down she knew he still was lonely
      for other lasses - it tore her apart..."

Mckatelee regretfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Killienna sent him on his way
      to find another lass to fool
      and he said angrily that Killienna Mae
      was being too harsh and cruel..."

Mckatelee helplessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Ten moons later, a bard sang a tale
      so awful that she prayed he lied
      our fair Killienna turned very pale
      when she heard her Keiran died"

Mckatelee hauntingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "She wailed a mournful, tragic keen
      and staggered out into the street
      she wandered thru the rainy dark
      where she heard a voice so sweet..."

Mckatelee sweetly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Her Keiran said, "Killienna, dear,
      I've been searching for you all night
      Please dinnae turn and look at me
      Just let me hold ye tight.'"

Mckatelee tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He held her to his chest so tight
      as if he would never let her go
      and oddly where he once felt warm
      he felt as cold as snow..."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Softly "I'm sorry that I hurt ye, dear,"
      he whispered into her raven hair
      She smiled and said, "'Tis alright,
      all that matters is you care...'"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He murmured sweetly in his golden voice
      'Of all the lasses, I loved ye most'
      Killienna cried, 'You made your choice!'
      but when she turned to kiss him, he was a ghost."

Mckatelee curtsies.



Mckatelee says, "oh... I hope you all like sad songs.. I've a few."
Mckatelee says, "A funny thing happened on the way to the concert... "

Mckatelee cheerfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A bardling lass once strolled the street
      Playing for coin for  folks she'd meet
      Playing enchantes to those in need
     And a ditty or two for the tykes who would plead."

Mckatelee darkly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Soon she was lost in a dark part of town
      With not a friendly face around
      She covered her purse, poised for attack
      When she felt a sharp blade upon her back."

Mckatelee rancidly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    ""Do you have a taste for steel?
      Tell me lass, how  my blade would feel
      within your pretty heart, my girl?"
      said a voice that made her fear unfurl."

Mckatelee smugly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "But the lass was sharp and very quick
      She spun round fast and with one kick
      knocked the felon to the ground
      and killed him with one hit, hard and sound"

Mckatelee gets a glittering diamond-inset shavi from inside her thigh quiver.
Mckatelee's diamond-inset shavi makes a thin wailing "Eeeeeee!" as she slices the air about her.

Mckatelee playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Only then did she see whom she fell
      A demon, 'twas, sent back to hell
      And of course you've guessed that lass was me
      And that there's a moral to this story..."

Mckatelee puts her shavi in her thigh quiver.
Mckatelee winks.

Mckatelee matter-of-factlsings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Never underestimate the strength of a bard
      for they hit true, and they fight hard."

Mckatelee curtsies.



Mckatelee tenderly says, "During this next song, I'd like you all to think about the person who has always been there for you - who lifts you up when your heart is heavy and who brings you light when things seem the darkest. This is dedicated to all of those people, as well as to those of you who are that kind of friend to me."

Mckatelee quietly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "When the night is at its coldest
      and the road just seems too long
      I close my eyes and feel you near
      When there s no one left for me
      When there s nothing left to do
      I feel sense of hope surround me
      it must be you..."

Mckatelee sweetly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "When I need someone to talk to
      Someone to say they care,
      I know I can always rely on you
      When I need a hand to hold
      or just an ear to bend
      I know I can call you anytime
      ... and call you friend..."

Mckatelee smiles and lets her eyes fall upon those who are her angels.

Mckatelee lovingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And if I ever lost my way
      You are my guiding light to safety
      I d just look to you to show me the way home
      There s something special between us
      I think I always knew
      Who needs a guardian angel
      ...when I have you?"

Mckatelee smiles and curtsies.



Mckatelee asks, "is that a tip or did you just return that?"
Mckatelee just tickled Cizar.
Mckatelee says, "Speaking of Cizar..."
Mckatelee winks at Cizar.
Cizar says, "Consider it clean money once it passes to your hands"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He goes to D'or's bard shop
      for a lute of the finest wood
      and when the bard yells "stop thief!"
      he says he's misunderstood..."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "He stops then at the weaponsmith
      and a fine balanced blade does take
      and when the guards chase after him
      says "tis but a mistake!"..."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And at the armory, he does find
      a suit of finely meshed chain mail
      and when they put him in the stocks,
      he says tis the same sad tale:"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I wasn't going to steal it
      I was just leaning on the rack
      and somehow when I wasn't looking
      it fell into my sack!"

Mckatelee says, "that's what he says..."
Mckatelee nods.

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And as for with his lady
      the first time he stole a kiss
      he said he meant to sip his wine
      but the goblet his lips missed...."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And while she wasn't looking
      he stole into her soul
      and disarmed her inhibitions
      and made her heart once more whole..."
 
Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And when she realized all of her armor
      and her heart were stolen away
      No chains did she put upon him
      instead this she did say:"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I wasn't planning on love
      forever was not in my beliefs!
      But if your perception's low
      tis what comes from hanging round teefs."

Mckatelee curtsies.



Mckatelee says, "This one I don't think any of you have heard... it's very old... from before I came to the realms, actually, but been restored."
Mckatelee says, "This is called "Home is where the heart is" and I dedicate it to the dreamers among all of us. "

Mckatelee smiles softly.

Mckatelee longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I know of a faroff place
      where princes reign and dragons roam,
      A place where wild stallions ride,
      A place that I call home."

Mckatelee sways gracefully about in an elegant dance.

Mckatelee wistfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "'Tis a land of enchanted beauty
      with lush green fields and forests green
      where damsels hide away in towers,
      where giant  stalks grow from magic bean."

Mckatelee gets a dreamy expression on her face.

Mckatelee sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Home is where the heart is
      And my heart is not here, I know
      For in my heart, 'tis so much more-
      wondrous lands where I wish to go."

Mckatelee wistfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "In the distance sits a castle
      Just beyond a shining sea
      where mermaids frolick near pirate ships.
      I can hear them call to me!"

 (Mckatelee sighs wistfully.)

Mckatelee longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So much to see in this imaginary kingdom
      where all your dreams come true.
      This place that I call home
      is calling me home too."

Mckatelee smiles.
Mckatelee curtsies.
Mckatelee says, "May each of you find your kingdom of dreams."



Mckatelee says, "ok..."
Mckatelee cheerfully says, "This is a song about why we bards do what we do. If all ya songsters out there would do me a favor and chorus up with me, I'd appreciate it."
Mckatelee says, "chorus up, if ya can"
Mckatelee grins.

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The gods may grant ye life
      but bad luck they also deal
       and there's only so much
      an empath's hands can heal.
      They may heal your body
      but for an ailing soul
      I can play a song of joy
      to make ye once more whole..."

(Mckatelee plays a spritely song on her violin that lifts your spirits.)

A chorus of voices join with Mckatelee's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "For the gods may grant
      and the gods may take away
      but all the joy I ever need
      comes from the songs I play"

Mckatelee does a happy little dance!

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The gods may grant you strength
      but some creature's always stronger
      and the power my music gives me
      seems to last a whole lot longer..."

(Mckatelee plays a fierce, driving march on her violin that invigorates and empowers the room with energy.)

A chorus of voices join with Mckatelee's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "For the gods may grant
      and the gods may take away
      but all the strength I ever need
      comes from the songs I play"

Mckatelee dances a lively jig!

[ed. note: I may have missed part of the song by leaving the tavern for a short bit]



Mckatelee quietly says, "This song is entitled 'Wistful Quintain.'"

Mckatelee regretfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "When first we met
      No thoughts of love existed
     In my mind, childish yet,
     I was searching but for laughter,
     When first we met."

[ed. note: I may have missed part of the song by leaving the tavern for a short bit]

Mckatelee tenderly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "That at last I too
      have learned that I do love
      with all my heart dear you
      Tell me, love, what I've dreamed of hearing
      at last: you love me too."

Mckatelee curtsies.
Mckatelee smiles.



Mckatelee says, "And now... for the other side of love..."
Mckatelee winks.
Mckatelee says, "This song is entitled "Faerie Tales." It has a happy ending after all."
Mckatelee winks.

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I used to believe in faerie tales
      And once upon a time
      I used to believe in happy endings
      but that was when you were mine..."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Cinderella was just a story
      I knew that poor lass
      She had blisters the size of pumpkins
      from those slippers made of glass.
      Sure she became a princess
      but worse than those ol' blisters
      She spent the rest of her life taking care of
      Prince Charming AND two blind sisters..."

(Mckatelee rubs her feet and winces)

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Sleeping Beauty, didn't they tell you, 
      wasn't so beautiful when she awoke
      her hair was brittle and dusty
      her skin aged tough as oak
      Rapunzel had two twins to watch
      with no nearby day care
      Her hubby left because he liked
      her better with long hair..."

Mckatelee runs her fingers through her hair.
Mckatelee flips her hair over one shoulder.
Mckatelee winks.

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And as for us what began
      with love and song and laughter
      is now just another sad tale
      instead of a happy ever after
      And now I see it so clearly
      for lifted has the fog
      You never were the prince, love
      You truly were the frog."

Mckatelee smiles and curtsies with a grin.
Mckatelee lectures, "and THAT is what we call a revenge song."
Mckatelee winks.



Mckatelee says, "And the thief speaks again"
Mckatelee winks at Cizar.
(Mckatelee looks serious suddenly.)
Mckatelee sadly says, "This song is entitled 'Thief's lament.'"
(Mckatelee clinks two silver dokoras together like castanets as she dances slowly around the room, dipping her fingers in coin purses and pockets.)
Mckatelee says, "eek I lost a line..."

Mckatelee sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I'll tell ye, me friend,
      'Tis just a curse,
      This urge of mine
      to lighten yer purse..."

Mckatelee says, "oh well"
Mckatelee smiles.
Mckatelee says, "fog lost the first verse"

Mckatelee slowly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And so as a child
      coppers caught me eye
      I'd sneak 'em from me friends
      ever on the sly
      No sooner did I take 'em
      they'd no longer play with me
      No longer was I asked for games
      or to their mum's for tea..."

(Mckatelee brushes by you as she dances slowly by. You realize a moment later, you are missing a few coin.)

Mckatelee sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I'll tell ye, me friend,
      'Tis just a curse,
      This urge of mine
      to lighten yer purse..."

Mckatelee greedily sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And so alone, I'd play once more
      with my bags of cash
      but coppers held no pleasure now
      I needed richer stash.
      I crept through the shadows
      following rich ladies and their lords
      reaching into their pockets
      Thriving off their hordes."

Mckatelee smiles sheepishly at you as you catch her tugging at your purse strings. She looks at you with sad eyes and returns to her song.

Mckatelee sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I tell ye, my friend
      Tis just a curse
      this urge of mine
      to lighten your purse."

(Mckatelee juggles silver, gold and bronze coins deftly before slipping them back into her purse.)
Mckatelee giggles.

Mckatelee helplessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Do you not yet pity me?
      the coin is me only friend, ye understand?
      It sings to me in tinklings
      it dances in my hand."

Mckatelee curtsies.
Mckatelee smiles.



Mckatelee says, "If you bards can kindly chorus again, if you arent still."

Mckatelee smiles and says, "This song is entitled Music Dancer and as the muse in the tale tells us, our greatest inspiration should come from within."

Mckatelee wistfully says, "There once was a bardess who did not trust in the power of her own music. Each night, as she strove to pen a lyric, compose a ballad or play a difficult composition, she would close her eyes and pray for guidance. "

Mckatelee dreamily says, "In response, a beautiful messenger would guide her through her troubling times for a time. He would sing to her of love and his belief in her. She called him her Music Dancer, and loved him with all of her heart."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "My Music Dancer sings to me in my heart
      The melody I know so dear
      He tells me that he loves me
      in a silver voice so clear
      But each time I awaken
      he is no  longer here."

A chorus of voices join with Mckatelee's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Sing to me, Music Dancer
      Until my heart dances and my spirit flies
      Dance with me through the evening
      And through the slow sunrise."

Mckatelee sadly says, "Together they would work on her lore until she got the lyrics right, the melody perfect, the harmony inspired... But every day, at dawn's light, he would disappear. As he disappeared into the dawn, she would sing these words sadly."

Mckatelee wistfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Stay with me through the eventide
      Be there when I wake, dear
      Tell how you love me
      in the morning's light so clear
      Tell me you will stay by me 
      and be e'er near"

A chorus of voices join with Mckatelee's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Sing to me, Music Dancer
      Until my heart dances and my spirit flies
      Dance with me through the evening
      And through the slow sunrise."

Mckatelee painfully says, "One night, as the inevitable dawn approached, she implored him not to leave her, falling to her knees with tears streaming down her face."

Mckatelee painfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Music Dancer, do not leave me in the morning, 
      each time the sky floods with the sun's light
      don't abandon me when I've lost all hope
      that everything will turn out all right
      Guide me when it's darkest in my heart if not the sky
      for without you, Music Dancer, I can't sing and I can't fight."

Mckatelee tenderly says, "Her muse and angel gazed down on her, his own heart breaking as she pleaded with him not to abandon her. He tilted her chin up and gazed into her glistening, teary eyes and sang to her as the dawn broke around him."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I am your Music Dancer
      And you know I'll always hold you dear
      But it's time you knew, the strength's in you
      And I can see it so very clear
      You never needed me, my love
      The strength has always been right here..."

Mckatelee says, "... he said, touching the bardess over the heart. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and disappeared into the sunlight leaving her with her own power -- her heart, her music and her words."

Mckatelee smiles softly and curtsies.



Mckatelee sadly says, "This song, "Bright Times," is dedicated to those who have left us along the way. May they not know the sadness in their new lives that their departure brought us."

Mckatelee wistfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "All of my brightest moments
      Were spent in the light of you
      If there were ever any shadows
      They were only for fear of what I would do
      If there ever came a time
      When you were no longer there
      If there ever came a time 
      When the sun refused to shine..."

Mckatelee hopelessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And now that time has come
      there's no moon and there's no sun
      even the stars have lost their glow
      since you turned to go... "

Mckatelee longingly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "My life was full of bright times
      I never knew any pain
      The only droplets on my cheeks
      Were caused by the warm spring rain
      I never thought there d be a time
      When you would be no longer mine
      I never thought there d be a time
      When the sun would refuse to shine..."

Mckatelee helplessly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And now that time is here
      and I'm crying endless tears
      The sky is dark and gray 
      Since you've gone away."

Mckatelee curtsies.



Mckatelee says, "And one for all of us... to remember the land of Elanthia and all of its wonderful people."
Mckatelee smiles.

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Burning bridges is harder than it seems
      When all my hopes and dreams
      Are washed away in sorrow.
      But what will come tomorrow? "

Mckatelee quietly says, "You never know..."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Ghosts of my past haunt each night,
       Sleepless with doubt of what's wrong and what's right.
      Daybreak brings only a lonely fear
      and insecurity. Do I belong here?"

Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Kesstrell's countertenor and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Remembering...
      Sunrise on the mountain
      Long walks by the sea,
      Music and lights
      on warm summer nights
      so magical to me."

(Mckatelee remembers the beginning...)

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "An orphaned lass, I was alone
      but found that here, I have a home.
      Friends become your family,
      Thanks to the gods watching over me."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Moving forward, remember the past
      All those moments we thought would last.
      Remember the friendships, as well as the flings
      And look forward to what tomorrow brings."

Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Kesstrell's countertenor and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Remembering... 
     Sunrise on the mountain
      Long walks by the sea,
      Music and lights
      on warm summer nights
      so magical to me."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Nothing's forever or so they say
      Remember each moment, cherish each day
      As every man was once a boy
      Yesterday's pain may be tomorrow's joy."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Look back on the laughs we shared,
      Remember how much we said we cared.
      Remember all we've gone through together
      Never forget what we meant to each other."

Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Kesstrell's countertenor and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "Remembering... Sunrise on the mountain
      Long walks by the sea,
      Music and lights
      on warm summer nights
      so magical to me."

Mckatelee curtsies.



Mckatelee says, "All right... and as mentioned earlier, I promised one more happy song."
Mckatelee says, "This is it... thank you all for being here... "

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I was walking through the woods one day
      just a young bardess by myself,
      when a gaggle of goblins attacked me,
      at least 20 to one small elf!
      They brought me to their village
      where I faced the goblin king,
      who sentenced me to death
      then demanded that I sing!"

Mckatelee raises her chin slightly in a show of defiance.

Mckatelee says, "And the goblins sang:"

Mckatelee chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Sing, Bardess, sing!
      To us joy ye bring
      In your voice is eternal spring
      O Sing, Bardess, sing!"

(Mckatelee closes her eyes and her voice gives flight to an airy cadenza.)

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And so I sang a song of joy
      For there was no time for sorrow,
      The King, he said, "Well done, my lass
      but ye still die tomorrow!"
      But then, his queen, a frightful fiend, 
      said, "I demand she dance for us!
      Leap and twirl, spin and turn,
      dance for us, she must!""

Mckatelee says, "And the goblins sang: "

Mckatelee chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Dance, Bardess, dance!
      Assume thy proper stance
      With grace and poise ye prance
      O Dance, Bardess, dance!"

(Mckatelee begins to dance, her eyes closed as she focuses on a strain of music heard only by her before she continues to sing her tale.)

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And so I piruoetted, leaped and plie'ed
       and when at last my dance was done, 
       the goblin crowd, it burst with cheer
       But the king said, "Ye die with the rise of the sun."
       But then, the gobs wanted to dance
       to a fastpaced, rhythmic beat
       "Do play those bones of yours for us," they said,
       "To hear you would be a treat!""

Mckatelee says, "And the goblins sang:"

Mckatelee chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Drum, Bardess, drum!
      As we dance and hum,
      drunk on Goblin Rum
      O drum Bardess, drum!"

(Mckatelee takes out her black ironwood bones, lovingly caressing the star-bedecked surface as she taps out a rhythm that makes you want to tap your toes.

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And so I played a lively beat
      upon these faithful bones of mine
      And the Gob King danced jig after jig
      but said, "Ye will pay that fatal fine."
      And yet then, they saw my flute
      and wanted to hear an aire
      "Play for us a song so sweet
      as a fresh, ripe spring pear!""

Mckatelee says, "And the goblins sang: "

Mckatelee chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Play, Bardess, play!
      Sweep our hearts away
      To the melody we sway
      O Play, Bardess, play!"

(Mckatelee puts her bones away and brings her ashen flute to her lips, playing a quick, lilting run on it with deft fingers before continuing to sing )

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "So then I played a song so clear,
      full of stars and love and hope
      Although the King's eyes filled with tears
       He still said, "Ye get the rope." 
      "Ah, but look," his queen did gasp
       "She has a fiddle and a bow
       Please make her play once more for us
       before her death ye do bestow.""

Mckatelee gulps.

Mckatelee says, "And the goblins sang:"

Mckatelee rubs a flower-engraved violin.

Mckatelee chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Fiddle, Bardess, fiddle!
      Please play for us a little
      And sing Hey, diddle diddle
      O Fiddle, Bardess, fiddle!"

(Mckatelee replaces her flute with her flower-engraved violin and bow and wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead before tucking the instrument beneath her chin to play a familiar jig. )

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And so, with a flourish of my bow,
      I fiddled so full of joy and glee
      and played with such vivacity
      that at dawn's light what did I see?
      So exhausted from their frolicking,
      the goblins collapsed all in a heap!
      With my music to dance to,
      they'd danced themselves to sleep!"

(Mckatelee brings the violin back up beneath her chin and plays a quick lullaby.)

Mckatelee wryly says, "Now why didn't I just balm them in the first place?""

Mckatelee smiles sheepishly and shrugs.

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And so, with haste did I escape
      from that Goblin King and his wife
      And from that ordeal this lesson I learned:
      a fiddle's mightier than a knife!"

(Mckatelee raises her eyebrows impishly and whispers, "But wait, there's more....")

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "For later I found in my pocket a note
      and this is what the Goblin King wrote:"

(Mckatelee rummages in her roquelaure to find a yellowed, tattered piece of parchment which she unfolds carefully.)

Mckatelee recites:

    "Laugh, Bardess, laugh,
      for ye have joy to give
      and so we let ye live
      Laugh, Bardess, laugh!"

(Mckatelee breathlessly beams at her audience and curtsies gracefully.)



Mckatelee asks, "one more?"
Mckatelee nods.
Mckatelee says, "ok..."
Mckatelee ponders.
Mckatelee says, "let me see what I havent sung..."
(Mckatelee looks through her sheet music...)

Mckatelee says, "This song is called "If Only." "

Mckatelee tiredly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There once was a man who yearned to paint
      to create with his hands the world in his mind
      but he chose the worn path he was expected to take
      and if you look at him now, you will fiind:
      at the age of just 40, a weary old miller
      all of his artistic spirit drained away
      He looks down at his calloused, gnarled hands
      "If only, if only," he seems to say..."

(Mckatelee plays a weary sounding work song on her violin, the chords trudging along with a somber heaviness.)

Mckatelee sadly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There once was a lass with a hidden heart
     She silently loved from afar a lad
     But never spoke one word of her love
     And always regretted what she could have had
      And he, for his part, was in love with her
     But didn t know she wanted him to stay
      so they two are alone and lonely and old
      "If only, if only" is all they can say..."

(Mckatelee twists the melody into a popular ballad about lost love. The haunting notes hang in the air.)

Mckatelee haggardly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There once was a wench who worked in the inn
      She'd look with envy on the roving bard
      and daydream of singing for kings and queens
      but always assumed it would be too hard.
      So now, she s just an old bar maid
      with old dreams of fame she ll never attain
      with a pitcher of ale in each hand she sings
      "If only, if only" is her constant refrain."

(Mckatelee plays a eerily familiar song before you realize it's a common drinking song, only in a minor key.)

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "There s a moral to this story
      there s a reason for this theme
      Sieze the moment when it strikes you
      try to realize each dream
      For that dream, tis yer calling
      and that dream tis never wrong
      Answer it, and "if only" 
      will be someone else s song."

Mckatelee curtsies.



Mckatelee grins at Cizar.
Mckatelee says, "Cizar wants me to sing my bawdy song"
Mckatelee says, "But I almost got in trouble with that one..."
Mckatelee giggles.
Dreamheart says, "Ut oh, a bawdy one."
Dreamheart says, "We will not tell."
Mckatelee asks, "promise?"
Jowanee says, "Not a soul."
Kesstrell says, "sing bawdy"
Firannion exclaims, "Bawdy song! Yes!"
Mckatelee says, "ok... hold on two seconds... I need to fix my sheet music"
Mckatelee says, "and I need a chorus of lasses"
Cizar says, "She got reprimanded for this one before..suggestive..but not crude"
Dreamheart asks, "Reprimanded? My goodness, and Kalandas' coachman song is not suggestive?"
Mckatelee says, "almost done...."
Mckatelee smiles.
Kortny smiles as her finds a fresh scroll to send a copy to Mckatelle's mother. She will be so proud!
Firannion says, "I sang my mage song in front of two Great Mages, and not a word of reprimand."
Kesstrell says, "not to mention Firannion's steamy ditties"
Mckatelee says, "ok."
Mckatelee smiles.
Mckatelee says, "now..."
Mckatelee says, "I don't have all the professions"
Mckatelee says, "I got interrupted at thief"
Mckatelee winks.
Cizar says, "So she says"
Mckatelee grins.
Mckatelee exclaims, "kidding... really... I dont know all these men!"
Mckatelee asks, "do I have a chorus of girlies?"
Mckatelee says, "great."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "My ma did tell me when I was a lass
     That the best way to find me a lad
     Who's the best there is at what he does
     Is by looking at the tools he had..."

Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Kesstrell's countertenor and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And so I came across warmage boy
     Who had a magical  rod
     By using it right, magic occurred
     And then, he was almost a god..."

Mckatelee waves her hands in front of her face.

Mckatelee fans herself.

Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Kesstrell's countertenor and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Later  a paladins path I crossed
     And oh, what's a knight without a steed?
     We'd ride through the night together,
     -he counted it another good deed.."

Mckatelee winks.

Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Kesstrell's countertenor and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The moonmage then I met under the stars
     And what did he show me but his scope
     It showed me the way to heaven and back
     As we lay on the hillside's slope..."

Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto, Kesstrell's countertenor and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "A ranger lad I found soon after
     While travelling through the moors
     And with his long bow he did show me
     The joy of all outdoors."

Mckatelee winks.

Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto and Firannion's soprano join with

Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And then there was the empath
     Who with his pestle stick
     Grinds away at rosy flowers
     And makes sure you're never sick"

Mckatelee blushes a bright red color.

Kesstrell's countertenor, Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee says, "that one even makes me blush..."
Mckatelee ponders.

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The barbarian I met did wield
     A handsome, well balanced dirk
     Which he thrusts so smoothly in
     And pulls out with a strong jerk"

Mckatelee ducks her head.

Kesstrell's countertenor, Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee says, "begs a line with berserk in it... jerk, dirk, berserk..."

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "And the bard I know does possess
     The finest, well tuned flute
     He must use it often if 
     His performance is to suit. "

Kesstrell's countertenor, Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "The thief I met did show me
     With pride his quality tool
     He uses to open that which he finds
     To hold the most valuable jewel"

Kesstrell's countertenor, Carolein's soprano, Dreamheart's alto and Firannion's soprano join with Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano as she sings:

    "How do you know
      if he has what it takes?
      The tool of the trade
      does an expert make"

Mckatelee says, "thanks everyone"



[ed. note: I left the party briefly. When I got back, Firannion was just getting ready to launch into song]

Firannion gets a cherrywood bow from inside her instrument case.
Firannion exclaims, "Here goes!"

Firannion smiles brightly as she starts up a rollicking fiddle tune, instantly recognizable from many an old folksong.

Firannion innocently sings in a soprano voice:

    "When first I came to Crossing town, a Bardling yet unskilled
     I met a lass who made her second home inside our Guild
     Herself could scarcely play a note, her singing was off-key
     "No Bard am I," she said, "I am a Trader with a D.""

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Oh, a Trader with a D
     That's what she said to me
     And all along I thought she was
     A Trader with a D!"

Firannion cheerfully exclaims, "That's all there is to the chorus; Bards, sing it with me the next time it comes around!"

Firannion sarcastically sings in a soprano voice:

    "This lass and I became good friends, it's hard to say just how
     For while I spent my childhood yoking oxen to the plow
     She learned to hold her little finger out while drinking tea
     How different were this Bardling and this Trader with a D!"

Drayeath's tenor, Deannyia's alto, Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano and Carolein's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Oh, a Trader with a D
     That's what she said to me
     And all along I thought she was
     A Trader with a D!"

Firannion mischievously sings in a soprano voice:

    "My friend was fond of music, and she wished with all her heart
     To make her reputation as a patron of the arts
     She spent her gold to help us Bards almost as easily
     As she could rake it in, this wealthy Trader with a D!"

Drayeath's tenor, Deannyia's alto, Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano and Carolein's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Oh, a Trader with a D
     That's what she said to me
     And all along I thought she was
     A Trader with a D!"

Firannion sheepishly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Now some folk thought me gullible to heed this lass at all
     And other folk believed her padded purse held me in thrall
     But who it is that buys the round, it matters naught to me
     I sang her songs and drank her health, this Trader with a D!"

Drayeath's tenor, Deannyia's alto, Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano and Carolein's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Oh, a Trader with a D
     That's what she said to me
     And all along I thought she was
     A Trader with a D!"

Firannion enigmatically sings in a soprano voice:

    "For when this lass was in her cups, she showed another side
     She hinted of a scarlet past that now she'd like to hide
     But what she said, you'll have to hear from someone else than me
     I'll not betray my former friend, this Trader with a D!"

Firannion covers her mouth with her hand.

Drayeath's tenor, Deannyia's alto, Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano and Carolein's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Oh, a Trader with a D
     That's what she said to me
     And all along I thought she was
     A Trader with a D!"

(Firannion bows her violin briskly with many an ornamental flourish, dancing in and out of the flickering light as she shows off her technique for a bit.)

Firannion sadly sings in a soprano voice:

    "But now, alas, there comes the sorry ending to my tale
     She'll not be seen in taverns with the riffraff drinking ale
     She fancies she's a member of the aristocracy
     And snubs the Bards she once admired, this Trader with a D!"

Drayeath's tenor, Deannyia's alto, Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano and Carolein's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Oh, a Trader with a D
     That's what she said to me
     And all along I thought she was
     A Trader with a D!"

Firannion sighs.

Firannion innocently sings in a soprano voice:

    "It's no surprise to anyone that Thieves have their own Guild
     Assassins can be hired by those who need somebody killed
     But I confess that I was shocked by this discovery
     To realize that there's a Guild of Traitors with a T!"

Drayeath's tenor, Deannyia's alto, Mckatelee's mezzo-soprano and Carolein's soprano join with Firannion's soprano as she sings:

    "Oh, a Trader with a D
     That's what she said to me
     And all along I thought she was
     A Trader with a D!"

Firannion raises her hand.

(Firannion stops playing abruptly and sings the final chorus a cappella.)

Firannion mockingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Oh, a Trader with a D
     That's what she said to me
     And all along she really meant
     A Traitor with a T!"

Firannion nods.

Firannion says, "The End."



Mykk exclaims, "Firannion! Unless the others tire of it, I could hear your Boobrie song again!"
Firannion beams at you! What a warm feeling!
Firannion says, "Sure, I would sing that."
Mykk peers quizzically at Firannion.
Firannion says, "Unless my boobrie mating dance would offend Kortny's delicate sensitivities."
Mykk exclaims, "No! No!"
Mykk exclaims, "Sing it, Firannion!"
Firannion grins.
Deannyia asks, "boobrie mating dance??????"
Firannion says, "All right, my arm was twisted."
Fizzia gets a boobrie crest feather from inside her journey pack.
Fizzia waves a boobrie crest feather around.

Firannion says, "And now for a lesson in the natural history of Elanthia."

(Firannion produces a mysterious object resembling two shortened telescopes joined together, holds it up to her eyes and scans the audience.)

Firannion says, "No, this is not a sacred talisman of the Moon Mage Guild, but a clever device called "binoculars" which is most useful in observing the avifauna of the Realms."

Firannion says, "I have been spending some time of late in the foul swamps to the east of Riverhaven, the home of a most unusual and inordinately cranky feathered creature known as the boobrie."

Firannion smiles as she tucks the binoculars away in a pocket of her pack.

Firannion says, "If you have not yet had the misfortune to make this bird's acquaintance, here are a few facts you should know about its nasty habits."

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Gather round and hear me sing
     You who go adventuring
     And I'll share some good advice that I have heard
     If adventure you will seek
     Then beware the baleful beak
     Of our fancy-feathered friend, the boobrie bird"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "If you're going for a romp
     In the noisome Zaulfung swamp
     Look around and soon the boobrie you will spy
     You will doubtless be impressed
     By her shining feathered crest
     And her long sharp beak is sure to catch your eye"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
     She treats the traveler rudely-O
     Because she has forgotten how to fly
     To alleviate her pique
     She would gladly stick her beak
     In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "She's a most unpleasant sort
     And her temper it is short
     For she wishes she could bid this place goodbye
     She detests her habitat
     But she can't accomplish that
     Because she has forgotten how to fly"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Her sharp stiletto bill
     Goes through leather like a drill
     It'll slash your flesh to ribbons like a knife
     She can pierce vambrace or greave
     Like it was a lacy sleeve
     Then the hungry bird will drain you of your life"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
     She treats the traveler rudely-O
     Because she has forgotten how to fly
     To alleviate her pique
     She would gladly stick her beak
     In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"

(Firannion executes a reasonable facsimile of the boobrie's mating dance.)
Firannion cackles!
Firannion paces back and forth.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion flails her arms about.
Firannion preens. Someone's pleased with herself!
Firannion asks, "Seeing boobries?"
Firannion cackles like a lunatic!

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "When Faenella made the birds
     Too melodious for words
     Her holy favor passed the boobrie by
     Who among us wouldn't squawk
     If we always had to walk
     Knowing that our dear old grannies used to fly?"

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "Mother boobrie tells her brood,
     "'Tis your birthright to be rude
     After all, you cannot fly and cannot sing."
     Hear her egg her nestlings on:
     "Just remember when I'm gone
     You could poke somebody's eye out with that thing!""

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
     She treats the traveler rudely-O
     Because she has forgotten how to fly..."

Firannion inhales a great swallow of air.

Firannion sings in a soprano voice:

    "So take heed of what I speak
     And be careful what you seek
     Don't imagine that she's weak
     Or expect her to be meek
     Though her plumage is unique
     Being flightless, she's a freak
     To alleviate her pique
     She would gladly stick her beak
     In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"

Firannion pants.
Firannion curtsies.

Mykk exclaims, "Thanks, Firannion!"
Firannion says, "Thank you, Mykk. It is good to have an appreciative audience."
Firannion beams at you! What a warm feeling!
 

Guest Descriptions


Poet Mckatelee Starryskye, an Elf Bard
She has violet eyes, long straight honey hair that is loose, and pale skin.
She is young for an Elf.

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

She is holding a goblet of wildrose rhodomel in her right hand and some black ironwood bones inlaid with a gracefully curving band of tiny silver stars in her left.
She is wearing a deep green leather skirt, a dark green bodice embroidered along the edges with silver ivy leaves, a circlet of tiny bronze wrens interlocked with thin copper strands, some deep green kidskin boots, some lavender silk stockings, a slender gold bracelet made from delicate interlocking hearts, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a bronze cow charm, a copper ring set with a polished topaz cow, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a lavender velvet long pouch, a thigh quiver, a pearl choker, a heart-shaped golden locket, a lavender rose, a deep-blue leather drum pouch painted with tiny singing wrens, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a smoky jade armband etched with the image of shadowy cats, a delicate diamond tipped hairpin, a billowing sea blue roquelaure with snowcat-lined collar, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a black leather bandoleer and a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice.



Scout Axegore Darksmiter, a Human
He has silver eyes, shoulder length fine black hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.

He has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the right hand, faint scuffing to the abdomen.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a glass of cherry-wheat beer in his right hand.
He is wearing a blackened steel locket, some jet black leather pants, some reinforced greaves, an ebony wrist purse, a black deerskin cape, a silver chain, a black leather backpack, a sturdy weapon harness, a leather belt quiver with the Ranger Guild crest intricately tooled across the front, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, a silver filigree and cambrinth earring, a composite bow, some knee-high moccasins, a helm hideously designed like a fleshless skull, some black leather reinforced gloves painted along the backs with multihued scales, some weathered and worn black leather armor studded with yellowing vipers' fangs and a lumpy bundle.



Carolein Ariaopus, an Elf
She has crystal green eyes, very long wavy silver hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has faint scuffing to the chest.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a rabbit's foot, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, some oiled leathers, a lantholite gwethdesuan, an ebony thigh bag, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a jet-black silk garter accented with a tiny ruby heart pierced with a diamond arrow, some pale lavender silk violets tied with a silver ribbon, some black silk stockings, a jet black leather skirt, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a goblin skin pouch, a full length black velvet riding cloak with silver clasps, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, a shimmering multi-stranded gold hip chain, a double-loop gold chain anklet, a delicate bracelet formed of gold-dipped rosemary leaves, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a pair of gold filigree earrings, a forest green rosette fastened with twin blue silk ribbons, a ceramic Faire rosette with two silvery silk ribbons depending from it, some ivory bone-rimmed spectacles, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a triskele medallion, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a dull rust-brown ring, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a white velvet ribbon, a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a shimmering golden harp, a beaded wrist pouch, a black leather bullwhip, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a sable brown shoulder tube and an alder short bow.



Cemm Marcolin, a Human Warrior Mage
He has crystal blue eyes, shoulder length wavy brown hair that is tied back, and tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a balanced light crossbow, a sturdy weapon harness, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a pair of polished black leather knee boots, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a burlap backpack, a hooded longcoat, a black leather scroll case embossed with the symbol for eternity, a longbow wrapped in hand-tooled leather, a twisted cambrinth armband and a silver gilt hauberk.



Balladeer Cizar Finmir, an Elothean
He has silver eyes, long wavy silver hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is fairly young for an Elothean.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a glass of golden perry in his right hand.
He is wearing some jet black snakeskin pants, some spidery silver-rimmed spectacles, an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a heavy gold armband set with a stained glass cartouche depicting a star-eyed panther, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a dagger arm sheath, a coal black raven charm, an epidote panther charm, a sturdy black backpack, a pair of black calfskin hipboots, a black leather bandoleer and some reinforced greaves.



Troubadour Drayeath Amneil, an Elothean Bard
He has violet eyes, shoulder length thick honey hair that is tied back, and fair skin.
He is fairly young for an Elothean.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flagon of nightbrew lager in his right hand.
He is wearing a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a bone cat charm, a sapphire wren medallion, some blued chain, a wide-banded deep jade ring encircled with tiny ivory pillows, a high-collared black greatcloak, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a black brocade greatcoat, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, some black leather boots adorned with beadwork and embroidery patterned to resemble white drakes circling in a field of stars, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a misty white satin ribbon, a deep blue woolen jacket fastened with carved rowan buttons bearing an embroidered Bards' Guild badge on one sleeve, some black silk leggings, a snow white velvet rose, a leather belt quiver with the Ranger Guild crest intricately tooled across the front, a wren feather pick, a chain balaclava, a alder longbow and some flat-black mail gauntlets.



Minstrel Dredded DeCaen, a Halfling Bard
He has hazel eyes, very long curly red hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
He is a tartsnatcher for a Halfling.

He is holding a pint of amber ale in his left hand.
He is wearing a bronze chain balaclava, some bronze mail gauntlets, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a shoulder satchel, a green suede long pouch, a scarlet journey pack, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a purple velvet rose, a small dragon charm, a black thigh pouch, a jade green arm pouch, a woven willow gathering pouch, a single platinum ear-hoop from which dangles a sparkling amethyst carved in the shape of a wild rose, a traditional Dalesian wedding band of deep purple amethyst carved with an intricate pattern of delicate wild roses, a green velvet ribbon, a green satin sash, a smokey black satin rosette, a silver-edged scabbard, a small jeweled sack, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a cambrinth ring with a black ironwood setting shaped like a dragon, a jade green thigh bag, a bronze dragon pin, a sapphire blue arm pouch, a waermodi gwethdesuan, some bronze chain, a lasmodi gwethdesuan and a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord.



Sensitive Eianne Gentle, an Elf
She has violet eyes, very long wavy amber hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, an emerald ring, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, a pair of emerald earrings, a crystal unicorn bracelet, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, some chain greaves, some leggings, some suede boots, some ring mail, a sturdy tan backpack, a ruby signet ring, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a full chain helm, some mail gloves, a lasmodi gwethdesuan and a cambrinth ring.



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

She is holding a pint of amber ale in her right hand.
She is wearing a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a shimmering golden harp, some calla lily earrings with pearl accents, some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a carved pick, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, some white silk stockings, a sparkling-red cookie bag, a tiny nightingale charm, a gold owl ear-stud, a cerulean blue pouch, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, some smoke grey snakeskin boots, some glittering chain, some billowing white satin pantaloons edged with seed pearls along the outer seams, a silky white blouse, a mist grey foraging apron, a cerulean blue scabbard, a white silken cape lined with thick snowbeast fur, a lantholite gwethdesuan and an onyx-inlaid light crossbow.



Wayfarer Fizzia Fuzzlewump, a Halfling Ranger
She has blue eyes, shoulder length curly red hair that is tousled, and rosy skin.
She is a tartsnatcher for a Halfling.

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

She is holding a snifter of applejack brandy in her right hand.
She is wearing a black sailor hat embroidered with a skull and crossbones, a foresters bow, a teak longbow, some tan hunting leathers, an amber unicorn bracelet, a forest green wool cloak embroidered at the edges with elaborate ivory knotwork, a jade green thigh bag, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a sorrel red doeskin belt, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a chipped ceramic pin in the shape of a raccoon face, a diamond band, a triskele medallion, a thigh quiver, a green crystal tikka shaped like a tiny arrow, a strand of dull amber beads, a pair of emerald earrings, an unicorn ring, a forest green ribbon, a jade green journey pack, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a starry white narcissus, a jade green shoulder satchel, a gleaming silver circlet delicately engraved with sinuous vinery, a black leather bullwhip, a gleaming silver torque with a diamond-cut obsidian drop pendant, a leather cuff embroidered with the words "No Ranger stands alone.", a boar charm and an emerald flowery jumper.



Scout Jowanee Maybee, an Elf
He has silver eyes, very long curly grey hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.

He is wearing a leather cuff embroidered with the words "No Ranger stands alone.", a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger's guild, a cambrinth ring, a ruby teardrop earring, some suede boots, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a leathers, a tan backpack, a silver chain, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a snakeskin wrist sheath, a leather belt quiver with the Ranger Guild crest intricately tooled across the front, a sea-green sack embroidered with seashells and starfish, a pair of mesh handguards, a leather mask and a walnut longbow.



Balladeer Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard
He has silver eyes, cropped amber hair, and fair skin.
He is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a wooden sparring sword in his right hand.
He is wearing a sunshine yellow sack, a black sailor hat embroidered with a skull and crossbones, a sea-green sack embroidered with seashells and starfish, an ebony pegleg carved with images of dancing skeletons, a stretched-out red and black sailor's shirt, a mesh sack, a bronze heron medallion, a pair of plum wool knickers, a ruby red brocade pouch, a starry white narcissus, a deep green cloak, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a sorrel red snakeskin waistcoat, a bear-hide sheath, a knotted thread wristlet strung with carved bone beads, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a rich golden sheath, a chocolate brown harness, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a carved phoenix-painted pick, some tawny gold doeskin boots, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a wide copper earring and a hand-stitched traveler's pack.



Mystic Khaman Vairson, an Elf

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

He has tiny scratches to the head, faint scuffing to the neck, tiny scratches to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, tiny scratches to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest, tiny scratches to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the right eye, faint scuffing to the left eye.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a shadowy black mage's robe shot through with silver and red threads, an amber wren earring, an ebony wand belt, a tarnished silver ring inset with cambrinth skulls, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a silver ring engraved with twining moons and stars, an ebony journey pack, a black silk sash, a black leather mask and some reinforced gloves.



Bard Kithria Dustdanser, an Elf
She has jade eyes, long wavy honey hair that is tousled, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a silver filigree girdle hung with crystal wrens and gemwork sirese flowers, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a small green ribbon embroidered with the Dwarven sigil for prosperity, a cambrinth ring, a jade green pack, a pearl white sheath, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, some deep blue riding boots with gold piping along the front seam, a gold-chased woodwind case, a lace-trimmed ivory satin bodice tied with blue ribbon, a thigh quiver, a slender gold bracelet made from delicate interlocking hearts, a starry white narcissus, a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a shimmering golden harp, a white silk flared skirt, a delicate silver rose ring, a dusky silk rose, a jet-black silk garter accented with a tiny ruby heart pierced with a diamond arrow, a ring braided from silver and bronze wire, a pearl white case, some silvered chain, a delicate heart-shaped ruby necklace pierced by a tiny diamond arrow, some sheer ivory stockings knit in a delicate heart pattern, a delicate enameled oval locket, a pair of large sapphire earrings circled by tiny diamonds, a lasmodi gwethdesuan and a walnut longbow.



Kortny Horselord, a Human
He has violet eyes, long thick auburn hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.

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

He is holding a pint of amber ale in his right hand.
He is wearing a hand-stitched traveler's pack, an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, a double-linked chain tunic, an albatross feather, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, some chain silvered legguards, a golden sunburst medallion inlaid with delicate silver filigree and sparkling diamonds, a triskele medallion, a sturdy weapon harness, a small jeweled sack, a misty grey bag, a blackened steel locket, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a brushed platinum dagger clasp with a perfectly carved emerald snake coiled about the blade, a forest green wool cloak embroidered at the edges with elaborate ivory knotwork, a misty grey case, a waermodi gwethdesuan, some chain silvered armguards, a misty grey belt, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan and a lasmodi gwethdesuan.



Ranger Mobelia burnzyn, an Elf
She has crystal green eyes, very long curly golden brown hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has some faint scars along the head, some faint scars along the neck, some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, some tiny scars across the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, some tiny scars across the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest, tiny scratches to the abdomen, some faint scars along the right eye, some faint scars along the left eye.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a bottle of light porter in her left hand.
She is wearing a willow backpack, thin silver spectacles, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a brown velvet ribbon, some side-laced silk pants, a snug lace bodice, a willow longbow, a pair of silver ivy leaf earrings, a taneel'neg ring, a sleek garter made of verdant ivy twined with shimmering silver threads, a necklace with a silver eternity knot dangling from the chain, an ivy anklet, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a silver owl earring, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a diamond encrusted platinum ring bearing the crest of the Ranger's guild, a black suede hip pouch, some forest green socks, full double leather, a pearl white mask and a pair of pearl white gloves.



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

You are wearing a sumptuous wine red cloak, a blood red swashbuckler's sash, some billowing black satin pantaloons edged with flame red piping, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a willow backpack, a leather weapon harness, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Trul Oldsong, an Elf
She has grey eyes, long wavy amber hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a ash longbow, a sturdy green backpack, a lumpy bundle, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a long pouch, a thigh quiver, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a slimming cerulean dress of soft, sighing silk that hugs the hips and is laced up the back with silver ribbons, a hip pouch, a medium case, a diamond and platinum locket, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a silver thigh pouch, a carved pick and some chain.



Werona Brekstone, an Elf
She has violet eyes, long wavy golden hair that is braided, and tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has deep slashes across the chest area, gaping holes in the back, a bruised, swollen and shattered right eye, a bruised, swollen and shattered left eye.

She is wearing a silver silk bodysuit painted with small moons of myriad colors and tiny argent stars, a flowing jade sash embroidered with silver sigils, some soft dark grey silk trews that fit snugly about the waist and ankle, some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps, a Gorbesh catapult basket, a moonspun ruby and silver ring, a woven reed basket, thin silver spectacles, a taneel'neg ring, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan and an Elothean silverwillow crossbow.

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