Tavern Troupe Ladies, 4/25/2003, Tavern Troupe Monthly Concert Night, Half Pint Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 372 years, 97 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Bronze Wyvern.
It is currently spring and it is night.
You have a feeling it's approaching the Anlas of Starwatch.

The sky has a few scattered clouds in it.

[Half Pint, Bards' Corner]
In sharp contrast to the Main Saloon and more boisterous reaches of The Half Pint, this quiet chamber is softly lit and tastefully decorated with antique tapestries depicting famed minstrels and legendary troubadours from the annals of Elanthia. The room itself has no tables and chairs, but rather a recessed wooden seating pit with overstuffed cushions scattered about the floor. At the far end is a raised platform with a lectern, a low ottoman and a music stand. You also see some sugar-dipped taffelberries and a dimly lit arch.

Guest List

Adratha Grimbeorne, a Prydaen Ranger
Aerox Ruthmagor of The Locksmith Union, a Gor'Tog
Agraynel Rosmar-Lambelle of Elanthia, an Elf
Belulhe Baringsford, an Elven Cleric
Blood Dancer Brablo grimshandler, a Gor'Tog
Brikmar Bor'Nor of the Order of the White Rose, an Elothean
Diddly Tinytart, a Gnome Moon Mage
Buffoon Evlynn Lunestriker, a Prydaen Bard
Nightblade Eyoni ThundarStorm of Velaka, an Elf
Fazehund Misond, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Holy Mage Glizten Kensrowe of the Order of the White Rose, a Human Cleric
Mediator Jolina Desmenes of Elanthia, an Elf
Katrinai Dainaan of Elanthia, an Elf
Kelela FyreDance of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen
Jokester Khakio Kilparity, a Halfling
Storyteller Khestryl Nesbitt, an Elf
Swashbuckler Khory Deshah-Tristramm of Ratha, a Human Bard
Dreamweaver Kithria Dustdanser, an Elf
Protector Landenwen Raetruffenyos, a Human Paladin
Lepasse Moirr, a Human
Madisson Luverly, a Prydaen
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
Niteshiver Vodou, a Human Bard
Roxana Bloodlan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human
Shenney Morynna of Zoluren, an Elven Bard
Tamasan Dentenel of Ilithi, an Elothean
Tashya Talyonoushka of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen

Set List

Khestryl: Tale of the Chivalrous Shark
Katrinai: Bedroom Eyes
Tashya: Ridin' The Comet Tonight
Kelela: A Pirate's Life
Madisson: The Perfect Man (by Mickalai Cesslen, Mykira Mystborn, and Mausumi Kori-Fyre)
Shenney: "Love me, baby..."
Khestryl: "Clever Glythtide..."
Katrinai: Hodierna and The White Stag
Tashya: Angels of Idon
Kelela: Meh Trollie Song
Shenney: "Sisters forever..."
Kelela: [adaptation of "When You're Good to Mama" by Queen Latifah and Taye Diggs]

Concert

Shenney recites:

    "Sooo.. Welcome to Tavern Troupe's Monthly Concert Night at Half Pint
     Where some quite lovely ladies, if I do say so, shall be performing for you."

Shenney recites:

"Sit back, relax, quiet down a little and pay a little attention to the stage"

Shenney recites:

"Oh and Madi-sis might shake shake a bit."

Madisson appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Madisson mutters into the air something about being the dancing entertainment AGAIN..



Shenney recites:

"To start us off, the lovely Khestryl will grace us with a song."

Khestryl says, "Heyo all"
Khestryl waves.

Khestryl asks, "A lil sea chanty to start the eve, eh?"

Khestryl happily says, "I'd like to sing a little ditty I learned at my grandfather's knee."

Khestryl wistfully says, "This was a favorite of his and was written by a bard a long time ago, Sir Wallace Irwin."

Khestryl cheerfully says, "The Tale of the Chivalrous Shark"

Khestryl smiles and begins to play a spritely rhythm on her wooden spoons, her toes tapping to the beat and her head nodding in time.

Khestryl playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Most chivalrous fish of the ocean
     To ladies forbearing and mild,
     Though his record be dark,
     Is the man-eating shark,
     Who will eat neither woman nor child."

Khestryl smiles and with a practiced flick of her wrists, she continues to play her spoons.

Khestryl mischievously sings in a soprano voice:

    "He dines upon seamen and skippers,
     And tourists his hunger assuage,
     And a fresh cabin boy
     Will inspire him with joy
     If he's past the maturity age."

Khestryl mischievously says, "No jail bait for him."

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

    "A doctor, a lawyer, a preacher,
     He'll gobble one any fine day,
     But the ladies, God bless 'em
     He'll only address 'em
     Politely and go on his way."

Khestryl mischievously says, "He was brought up in the right neighborhood."
Khestryl winks.

Khestryl dryly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I can readily cite you an instance
     Where a lovely young lady of Breem,
     Who was tender and sweet
     And delicious to eat
     Fell into the bay with a scream."

Khestryl quietly says, "Probably all those petticoats she was wearing."

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

    "She struggled and flounced in the water,
     And signaled in vain for her bar,
     And she'd surely been drowned
     If she hadn't been found
     By a chivalrous man-eating shark."

Khestryl wryly sings in a soprano voice:

    "He bowed in a manner most polished
     Thus soothing her impulses wild.
     "Don't be frightened," he said,
     "I've been properly bred,
     And will eat neither woman nor child.""

Khestryl happily sings in a soprano voice:

    "Then he proffered his fin and she took it
     Such gallantry none can dispute.
     While the passengers cheered
     As the vessel they neared
     And a broadside was fired in salute."

(Khestryl dances a spritely jig to the rhythm of her voice and instrument.)

Khestryl happily sings in a soprano voice:

    "And they soon stood alongside the vessel,
     When a life-saving dinghy was lowered
     With the pick of the crew,
     And her relatives too
     And the mate and the skipper aboard."

Khestryl licks her lips.

Khestryl mischievously sings in a soprano voice:

    "So they took her aboard in a jiffy,
     And the shark stood attention the while,
     Then he raised on his flipper
     And ate up the skipper
     And went on his way with a smile."

Khestryl smiles mischievously as the rhythm from her spoons fill the room.

Khestryl sweetly sings in a soprano voice:

    "And this shows that the prince of the ocean,
     To ladies forbearing and mild,
     Though his record be dark
     Is the man-eating shark,
     Who will eat neither woman nor child."

Khestryl grins mischievously.

Lashes lowered modestly, Khestryl gives a flirtatious smile as she sinks into a graceful curtsy.



Katrinai stands up.

Katrinai smiles warmly as she rises gracefully from her seat to walk slowly toward the middle of the room with a gentle rolling sway. She glances out to the members of the Tavern Troupe and guests before turning away a moment to affix a silvery veil across her face leaving nothing but her eyes visible. Settling on the low ottoman that has been placed in amongst the pillows to create an air of intimacy, she waits for the room to quiet so her words can be heard.

Katrinai smiles as she quietly says in a clear, vibrant tone, "Ladies and Gentleman, Sisters and friends, this is a poem I wrote not so long ago for a special person. I hope you enjoy my presentation of "Bedroom Eyes." Looking closer, you might notice long, dark lashes frame her sparkling green eyes that are artfully kohled into a slightly tilted style.

(Katrinai slightly leans forward on the ottoman as if she was speaking to each one privately as her eyes gaze into each one's eyes for a brief moment before moving on to the next. Opening with a simple down stroke across the mandolin's strings, she strums a slow tune, which fills the air with a melancholy longing. She lowers her voice to a warm lyrical contralto as she begins to recite, the dulcet tone rising and falling like the tide picking up the instrumental melody.)

Katrinai recites:

    "Ever flirting, ever hurting,
     Disconcerting bedroom eyes,
     Now revealing, now concealing
     Such appealing little lies."

Katrinai recites:

    "Glances fleeting, yet entreating,
     Then repeating sultry looks,
     Keenly darting while imparting
     Lessons never learned from books."

(Katrinai hums low deep in her throat as she peers out catching the gaze of each person with sloe slitted eyes.)

Katrinai recites:

    "Captivating, calculating,
     Advocating "take a chance!"
     All too knowing in bestowing
     Promises of sweet romance."

Katrinai recites:

    "Tantalizing, enterprising,
     Mesmerizing all they see,
     Much implying, mystifying
     Windows on infinity."

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Katrinai sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Shenney recites:

"That was Kat by the way who just happens to be one of Tavern Troupe's newest members."



Tashya says, "Here's a tune I call "Ridin' The Comet Tonight"."

Tashya clears her throat.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I call Crossings home, I say with no shame.
     Takes a brave soul to weather its quirks and its games.
     I can be found most mornings, on my usual stroll,
     Busking songs in the bazaar, for a decent bankroll."

Tashya rubs her fingers together and winks at you.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Wander Soapbox Alley, and you'll find every type,
     Preachin on corners 'bout what's wrong or right.
     Maybe, laughing at that Dragon Priest wasn't too bright?
     I've no doubt, I'll be ridin' the comet tonight!"

Tashya laughs nervously and looks over her shoulder.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Oh, I'll be ridin' the comet tonight!
     Seems my mouth, once again, got me into this plight.
     Might as well go out in a glorious light...
     Stick with me and we'll all ride the comet tonight! "

Tashya wipes her brow and takes a long draw from her tankard.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I managed to get out of that last scrape, just so.
     Pour me another. Make it whiskey this time, Joe.
     Yeah, my next set will really bring this crowd to their feet.
     Time to get back on stage, where I'll start up the beat."

Tashya pulls her fiddle to her chin and waggles her eyebrows. Pulling the bow across the bridge a cascade of notes tumble in a riotous melody that has the audience stamping its feet.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "With a rowdy dance song, the crowd starts to stomp.
     Couples spin to my fiddling, in a rolicking romp.
     Uh oh, brawling barbs plus beer bottles equals fight...
     Here we go again, I'll be ridin' the comet tonight!"

Tashya ducks and covers beneath the nearby table, wincing at the obvious mayhem.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Oh, I'll be ridin' the comet tonight!
     No harm meant by this bardess, when she fiddled the fight.
     Oh well, they say you only live once, ain't that right?
     Stick with me and we'll all ride the comet tonight!"

Tashya whimpers softly.
Tashya grabs her head and moans softly.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "My aching head's throbbing, in my bed 'bove the bar.
     What a day! I deserve some rest that's for sure.
     Pulling up the covers, snuggling close, toe-to-toe,
     I purr and smile coyly at that handsome bartender, Joe."

Tashya's tail twitches, a mischievous look on her face.
Tashya's ears droop sleepily as she lets out a huge yawn.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Suddenly, a swishing rolling pin just misses my eye,
     Honestly miss, he **never** mentioned a wife!!!
     Leaping up, I grab my clothes and take hurried flight 
     Blessed Idon, I'll be ridin' the comet tonight! "

Tashya inhales a great swallow of air.
Tashya quirks her ears outward for a moment, letting out a startled hiss.
Tashya lets out a high-pitched yelp!
Tashya sprints towards the door with very little left to the imagination.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Oh, I'll be ridin' the comet tonight!
     That bastard never mentioned a love-of-his-life!
     All's fair in love, but don't mess with loves' wives!
     That s my life, I keep dodgin' the comet each night...
     Don't ask me how I've managed to survive...
     One of these days my luck's bound to run dry...
     Stick with me and we'll all ride the comet tonight!"

Tashya tosses a cheeky grin at you and bows with a flourish!



Kelela says, "very nice....and full of trouble."
Kelela sticks her tongue out at Tashya.

Tashya says, "Lies, all lies."

Kelela snorts at Tashya.
Kelela says, "you're labeled, don't deny it."
Tashya grins.
Kelela says, "just like I am..."
Kelela playfully tilts her ears in opposite directions.
Kelela grins at Tashya.

Kelela says, "Well, seeing as how Trouble went"

Kelela says, "only fair that Naughty goes next."

Kelela playfully tilts her ears in opposite directions.
Kelela grins impishly at Tashya.
Tashya tickles Kelela with her tail!

Kelela says, "I'm afraid this one's most likely been heard before, but I can't help it. I love it...it has my favorite things."

Kelela says, "And so, I shall sing "A pirate's life" by me."

Kelela preens. Someone's pleased with herself!

Kelela confidently sings:

    "Ohh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life
     A-rovin' over the sea
     Just Give me a career
     Chasing those buccaneers
     It's the life of a pirate's wench for me
     Ohh, it's the life of a pirate's wench for me"

Kelela smiles slightly as her eyes flash with the intensity of the sea....
Kelela giggles.

Kelela mischievously sings:

    "Ohh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life
     They rule all over the sea
     But when they're all done
     And they've had all their fun
     Then it's on to the gypsies for me
     Ohh, its on to the gypsies for me"

(Kelela runs a hand lightly across her waist, tossing her head back with a soft laugh.)

Kelela teasingly sings:

    "Ohh, a gypsy's life is a wonderful life
     Wandering all over the land
     Just give me a chance
     For some hot gypsy romance
     Its no wonder they're in demand
     Ohh, no wonder that they're in demand"

(Kelela giggles slightly, ducking her face slightly into her shoulder.)

Kelela mischievously says, "mmm...no wonder at all..."

Kelela longingly sings:

    "Ohh, a gypsy's life is a wonderful life
     Singing and stealing across the land
     But the land is a bore
     So I'll leave the shore
     And return to a pirate's strong hand
     Ohh, i'll return to a pirate's strong hand"

Kelela drools.

Kelela smiles flippantly with a toss of her head, her eyes roving over the room flirtatiously.

Kelela helplessly sings:

    "Oh a pirate's life is a wonderful life
     And nothing can quite compare
     Robbin and stealing
     Some winking and feeling...
     And I'll begin a new pirate affair
     Ohh, I'll begin a new pirate affair"

(Kelela clasps her hands behind her back as she twists one foot into the ground...the pure picture of innocence.)
Kelela grins impishly.

Kelela smugly sings:

    "Oh a wench's life is a wonderful life
     I'm the power behind each man
     Wish a shake of meh hips
     They'll be within my grips
     And their downfall will have already began
     Ohh, the downfall will have already began!"

Kelela smiles slightly as she gives an audacious wink.

Lashes lowered modestly, Kelela gives a flirtatious smile as she sinks into a graceful curtsy.

Kelela strikes a heroic pose.
Kelela giggles.



Kelela says, "Now that trouble and naughty are outta the way, gotta have Mischief."
Kelela grins at Madisson.
Kelela says, "Since she compliments us both so well..."
Kelela snuggles up to Madisson.

Madisson says, "My turn"
Madisson bounces around happily.

Madisson recites:

""The Perfect Man" by Mickalai Cesslen, Mykira Mystborn, and Mausumi Kori-Fyre"

Madisson playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Tonight I sing a wary song,
     A caution to all the girls.
     It offers truth and honesty
     Rather than fancy referrals.
     For with men a woman needs to know
     Where not to cast her pearls."

Madisson mischievously sings in a soprano voice:

    "And so we sing to each of you
     (Hopefully our efforts not in vain)
     To help you choose the perfect guy
     To walk you down the lane.
     For it's really common knowledge
     That each race has its bane."

Madisson mockingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "The Prydaens love to smile and flirt,
     He'll caress you with his tail.
     But be careful my dear, for unless he's mature
     Once he gets close to you, he'll bail.
     He often ignores his tendency to hurt--
     Such a typical uncaring male!"

Madisson's tail undulates lazily through the air.

Madisson grumpily sings in a soprano voice:

    "The Dwarven man is short and sweet
     Although he may be just a tad bit gruff.
     When you meet him your heart is gladdened
     For you've found your diamond in the rough.
     But when choosing between his riches and ye,
     He'll turn to you and say "tough!""

Madisson sadly sings in a soprano voice:

    "An Elven lad who never grows old
     Will be so handsome, bold, and fun.
     He'll charm you with a single look
     And your search is over, it's all done...
     But an elf will be gone lickety-split
     Should you try to hold on to one."

Madisson wistfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "If you long for one with family ties
     You might seek out a young Rakash.
     At times his furry coat will warm you at night,
     He is one whom loyalty will not abash.
     That is, until you try to reel him in for good--
     Then he'll run like he's in a 100 yard dash!"

Madisson flirts with Khestryl. Khestryl smiles demurely, giving Madisson her full attention.

Madisson sarcastically sings in a soprano voice:

    "The human boy with promises sweet
     And words dripping of honey,
     Will pull you in and hold you so deep,
     But he honestly prefers his money.
     And without his tender love and care
     Your world is no longer sunny."

Madisson gazes longingly at Niteshiver.
Madisson flirts with Niteshiver. Niteshiver smiles slowly, giving Madisson his full attention.

Madisson hopelessly sings in a soprano voice:

    "A halfling lad is fun and joy itself
     And he'll always be a part of your life.
     As long as he's around to cheer you up,
     You will never know the feeling of strife.
     Unless you wish to marry one day,
     For he prefers play over having a wife."

Madisson chortles softly at some secret joke.

Khakio nods at Madisson, obviously agreeing with her views.
Khakio laughs!
Khakio hitches his thumbs in the belt loops of his blue knickers and lets out a satisfied belch.
Mykk laughs!

Madisson harshly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Cunning S'ra Mur with his snakelike ways,
     He'll glide right into your soul.
     But when the day comes for forever vows
     Love's bitter poison will take its toll.
     Alone and so lonely you'll waste away,
     He'll leave you no longer whole."

Madisson flirts with Fazehund. Fazehund gives her a quick grin.

Madisson helplessly sings in a soprano voice:

    "A Gor'Tog stands so strong and tall.
     Sure, he may not be that clever,
     But he'll promise to be true to you.
     He'll say he'll leave you never.
     Until the sound of a battle calls,
     And that's the end of forever."

Roxana gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.
Roxana just kissed a bejeweled engagement ring of worked platinum!

Madisson wryly sings in a soprano voice:

    "If you like to tinker and tamper
     Than a gnome is your perfect boy.
     He'll teach you lots of things
     And he'll give you lots of joy.
     Until he discovers what makes you run,
     Then he'll be off looking for a new toy."

Diddly beams!
Diddly bounces from where he is sitting!
Madisson smirks.

Madisson painfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "The aloof Elothean boy may be the one for you
     If you seek a mate of wisdom and learning.
     He'll charm you with talk of a meeting of minds
     And cause a fire within you to start burning.
     But don't try to keep him in your grasp
     He'll run away and leave your emotions churning."

(Madisson shake shake shakes.)

Madisson dryly sings in a soprano voice:

    "The Kaldar warrior strong and proud
     Still offers a vicious humor.
     Although he may hold you close at night,
     With passion spreading like a tumor,
     Tis the truth his love of war is strong,
     And real love from him a rumor."

Madisson regretfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "We've grown up hearing this rumor
     About a man who won't make you cry.
     One who'll never ever hurt you,
     But my friends, that is a lie.
     For it's a simple truth to tell--
     There is no perfect guy!"

Lashes lowered modestly, Madisson gives a flirtatious smile as she sinks into a graceful curtsy.

(Madisson shake shake shakes.)
(Madisson shake shake shakes.)
Madisson gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.
Madisson does a happy little dance!



Shenney says, "So.. I guess it's time for the Nice sister to be up.."
Shenney casually observes the area.
Roxana lets out a hearty cheer for Shenney!

Kelela asks, "we have one of those?"
Kelela quirks her ears outward in surprise.
Roxana laughs!

Khestryl glares at Shenney.
Khestryl says to Shenney, "I'm the nice one"
Khestryl leans on Shenney.

Shenney sweetly says, "I'm the sweet and nice one."
Shenney winks.

Kelela snuggles up to Shenney.
Kelela says, "no, Myki's sweet"
Roxana says, "Yes, she is."
Kelela says, "and notice she disappeared"

Madisson exclaims, "nuffin wrong with Mischeivous sisters!"
Kelela grins at Madisson.
Kelela says, "or naughty or troublesome ones"
Kelela snuggles up to Brablo.

Shenney playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Did I ever tell 'bout how I crave you?
     How you're such a drug to me.
     I dream about you day and night
     You're the only thing that I can see."

A look of longing crosses Shenney's face.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "Melt for me!
     I'll lick you up and down
     I'll show you ecstasy,
     One you've never found."

Shenney shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "Love me, baby, cuz can't you see
     You would be the only one for me
      
     You make me shiver
     You make me shudder
     You fill me with oh so much pleasure."

Shenney shivers.
Shenney fans herself.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "Just give me a little lick.
     Melt just a little bit for me.
     In one glance I knew we'd click
     Your love's the right key."

Shenney smiles teasingly and licks her lips as she glances about the area.
Shenney bats her eyelashes.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "You're such a big flirt
     You just tempt and tease,
     I see those girls around you.
     How many ladies did you please?"

(Shenney pointedly lets out a little wistful sigh.)

Kelela ponders how Shen got called the "nice" one....
Tashya says, "Shen-Shen, sweet and innocent. Riiiight."

Shenney shakes her head.
Shenney says to herself, "You're such a tease.."

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "Love me, baby, cuz can't you see
     You would be the only one for me
      
     You make me shiver
     You make me shudder
     You fill me with oh so much pleasure."

Shenney shudders.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "You're smooth and rich.
     You're the answer to my dreams
     The gods certainly did bless me
     When they invented you,
      
            Ice Cream          "

Shenney gets a chocolate ice-cream bar from inside her traveling pantry.
Shenney lets out a deep sigh of contentment.
Shenney nibbles on her ice-cream bar.
Shenney hums cheerfully to herself.
Shenney says, "See. I'm nice."
Shenney winks.



Khestryl smiles and steps to the middle of the room

Khestryl clears her throat.

Khestryl matter-of-factly says, "The village I grew up in is located in the midst of a great forest."

Khestryl wistfully says, "I remember long walks in that forest as a small child. My grandfather by my side guiding my steps carefully as he told tales of his youth."

Khestryl happily says, "He would instruct me on the flora and fauna we would encounter, and when we returned from our outings, he would test my knowledge retention as we sat near the fire in the common room."

Khestryl sweetly says, "On one particular walk, we came across an odd tree in the midst of a glade."

Khestryl slowly says, "Well, actually, it wasn't just one tree, it was really two trees. One linden, one oak, twined 'round each other so tightly, you could barely discern one from the other."

Khestryl dreamily says, "The shade of the two entwined trees was cool, the grass beneath them soft and inviting."

Khestryl wistfully says, "My grandfather and I settled ourselves beneath the boughs and I asked him about the tree."

Khestryl tenderly says, "He told me the most marvelous tale."

Khestryl beckons everyone to gather around.
Khestryl takes a seat.

Khestryl gets a lovely red rose from inside her hooded cloak.
Khestryl clears her throat.

Khestryl smiles mischievously her eyes sparkling merrily as she remembers her grandfather and the tales he told.

Khestryl slowly says, "Early one bright summer morn, Glythide was lolling amidst the gardens of his hall."

Khestryl smiles and twirls the rose she is holding slowly between her thumb and forefinger.
Khestryl gazes at her rose.

Khestryl playfully asks, "Ah, me, what might I do for entertainment today?"

Khestryl stifles a yawn.
Khestryl stretches her arms.
Khestryl grins mischievously.

Khestryl cheerfully says, "Perhaps a visit among mortals will amuse me."

Khestryl's face lights up with joy.

Khestryl recites:

"Clever Glythide knew just how to blend into a crowd. Donning rags, he wandered the country lanes dressed as a pauper. Each farmer or innkeeper he approached for shelter, a morsel of food, or conversation, turned him away due to his beggarly appearance."

Khestryl regretfully says, "No one took the time to gaze into his eyes and see the amusement that glittered there, nor listen close to his voice and hear his thinly concealed laughter."

Khestryl recites:

"As the sunny day slowly slipped into an indigo dusk, he arrived at the humble abode of a poor elderly couple, Cazin and Lowesse."

Khestryl matter-of-factly says, "In his younger days, Cazin had been a great warrior and the toll of long battles were evidenced in his scarred face and arms."

Khestryl matter-of-factly says, "Even in old age, his ebon hair streaked gray, he possessed a proud bearing."

Khestryl tenderly says, "Cazin's wife, Lowesse, in her youth had earned the attentions of nobles for her reknowned beauty. But it was the warrior who had won her heart while both were young."

Khestryl lovingly says, "The two had been married for many years, and each had never tired of the other's company."

Khestryl smiles and leans forwards a bit, her face lighting up as she continues her tale.

Khestryl recites:

"When a ragged beggar presented himself at the door requesting a simple bite of cheese or bread that evening, Cazin invited him in and sat him near the hearth. Lowesse smiled kindly at the stranger and offered a share of their scant meal of bread and wine."

Khestryl slowly says, "Oddly enough, the wine jug never emptied and there was more bread after each slice had been cut."

Khestryl smiles mischievously, tucking a stray wisp of hair behind one ear.

Khestryl recites:

"It was then that Cazin and Lowesse realized this was no ordinary visitor. Gazing into his eyes, Lowesse saw the mirth and recognized the stranger as the god Glythide himself."

Khestryl recites:

"Blushing and bowing low, Lowesse apologized for the simple fare they had to offer, but Glythide laughed heartily and replied..."

Khestryl kindly says, "'When you have shared your best, there is never a need to apologize.'"

Khestryl recites:

"The three sat the evening near the hearth sharing tales of love and war, of taverns visited and spirits shared. As the coals slowly died, Glythide took both their hands in his and gazed merrily into their eyes. "

Khestryl tenderly says, "Let me repay your kindness and generosity to a stranger and a beggar with a boon."

Khestryl wistfully says, "They gazed into each other's face, the faces that they had woken to each morning for so many years and voiced their wish as one."

Khestryl tenderly says, "To remain together always."

Khestryl smiles softly.

Khestryl recites:

"When Cazin and Lowesse died several years later, an oak and a linden tree, their trunks entwined around each other, grew on the spot where the couple was buried."

Khestryl sighs happily.

Khestryl wistfully says, "I visit my home from time to time, and never miss a chance to visit that glade where the two trees are."

Khestryl gazes off into the distance.

Khestryl quietly says, "I sit amidst the boughs and soft grass remembering a love that does not end and grows ever on."

Khestryl smiles at you, her eyes twinkling merrily, and dips her head in a brief bow ending her tale.



Khestryl stands up.
Khestryl leans against a lectern.

Khestryl says, "Now that we're all quiet..."
Khestryl chuckles.

Katrinai says, "And I guess I am the quiet one. "

Khestryl chuckles at Katrinai.

Kelela says, "oh my god"
Kelela's eyes roll back in her head as her knees buckle causing her to collapse in a heap to the ground.
Kelela says, "we have a quiet one"

The glacier emerald on Katrinai's forehead dims, then suddenly brightens in a luminous plume of tiny silver and green sparks that radiate out from her eyes in a feather-like pattern beneath her skin.

(Katrinai settles on the low ottoman and begins to gently strum a deceptively simple tune with easy grace on her wren-engraved mandolin. The air begins to shimmer and looking through the mists of time one may see an elegant white unicorn with golden horn and hoofs, her head lifted in prideful glory standing in a sunlit dappled, green forest glade. )

Katrinai quietly says, "Come closer friends that you may hear what may happen when one betrays a goddess in "Hodierna and The White Stag." "

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "There was a proud and noble stag.
     In Shadow Wood was born.
     And there he grew, and there he met
     And loved a noble unicorn
     He served her long, he served her well,
     He served her, whole and part.
     Until one night in Shadow Glade
     He told her all his heart."

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "She did not mock, she did not laugh,
     But softly told him nay.
     He did not grieve, but chose to leave
     And plotted to betray.
     He sought out then King Peris's men.
     His words were cold and blunt,
     'Oh, sentry hosts, desert your posts,
     I offer you a hunt.'"

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "King Peris's men were duty bound,
     To guard the wood from fear.
     The king, in pride, set sword aside,
     To bargain with the deer.
     'There is no hunt for me,' said he,
     'Of any creature born,
     Unless I could in Shadow Wood
     Hunt down the unicorn.'"

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "None knows so well where she may dwell
     As I who did her will,
     If you will heed, then I will lead,
     And you may have your kill.
     But one lone guard forewarned the king
     'This hunt is evil-starred,
     For those with arms and potent charms
     Against whom we must guard.'"

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "No more will wait with eyes of hate
     And souls and hearts of gall,
     But purge the wood of light and good,
     And Gods forgive us all.
     Still Peris boasts,'Step down my hosts,
     And hear the hunting horn,
     Let men invade both wood and glade,
     We hunt the unicorn.'"

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "The stag led on from night to dawn,
     From sunrise into morn,
     And in the shade of Shadow Glade
     Betrayed the noble unicorn.
     She spoke to him her voice was grim
     'What have you done for pride?
     You know and see your destiny
     And yet you turn aside.'"

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "You would betray me to my death
     And quite forsake your vow?
     Then service lent without consent
     Is all you do me now.'
     She touched him once, she touched him twice,
     And three times with her horn,
     And there he fell, and where he fell,
     He rose a unicorn."

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "The guards have fled their trusting land
     All undefended lies.
     And through the wood invaders ride
      With darkness in their eyes.
     Without alarms they practice charms
     That drive away the Light.
     And Shadow into Darken Wood
     Is made that evil night."

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "And afterward, with sword and spear
     And horse and horn and hound
     They hunted down King Peris's men
     And ran them all to ground.
     The king was slain, his body lain
     Among his dying men,
     But they were told ere they were cold
     To rise and hunt again."

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "For every wraith who breaks his faith
     Must wander without cease
     And, cold, perform what he did, warm,
     And never rest in peace.
     So, every night the stag betrays
     The love he could not keep.
     And king and host desert their post
     To hunt and never sleep."

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "And so they shall betray and hunt,
     Until the day they show
     That they somehow fulfill the vow
     They broke so long ago.
     The shadows in the woods are plain
     And mingle now with light,
     They flow and play with sun by day
     And dance with moon by night."

Katrinai smiles.
With a graceful flutter of her hands, Katrinai sinks down in a formal curtsy.
Katrinai beams!



Tashya says, "What an act to follow."
Tashya just tickled Katrinai, who laughs and returns the favor.

Tashya says, "Ok, I'm afraid I will not be so reverent about the Gods now."

Tashya clears her throat.

Tashya exclaims, "Now people may laugh when I proclaim my devotion and religious faith, but it is all true!"

Tashya says, "So here is a song I wrote about some friends of mine....yeah, that's it. I call it "Angels of Idon"."

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Three maidens felt callings to Idon,
     Their vocations as plain as day.
     To his service their pledge would be given.
     Angels of Idon, they would follow his ways."

Tashya smiles mischievously as she makes the sign of Idon.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Crafty Idon smiled down at each novice.
     A great journey for them he laid out.
     'In devotion, remain untouched virgins,
     For a year and a day, till your vows. "

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "They giggled and glanced at each other,
     Unconcerned by what Idon did ask.
     Then parted their ways at the crossroads,
     Intent on completing their task."

Tashya chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Three maidens went forth,
     Chaste, sweet, and pure.
     They would do Idon's bidding,
     In their faith, quite secure."

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "First, sweet Shenney did tarry,
     Overlong at the Baker's to rest.
     He hefted his loaf, for her viewing,
     While he admired her ample, full......vest
     She gave him good chase round the kitchen,
     Laughing in mock-hurried flight,
     Sweet Shen-Shen, she fell to her cravings,
     Indulging 'til dawns' breaking light."

Tashya exclaims, "Now there's a midnight snack you can really sink yer teeth into!"

Shenney sticks out her tongue at Tashya and lets loose with a loud, "Thbtbtbt" from her lips!
Kelela hums to herself.
Kelela points at Shenney.
Shenney exclaims to Kelela, "she's a tattle tale!"

Kelela exclaims, "You naughty girl! couldn't you resist!"

Tashya chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Two maidens went forth,
     Chaste left with pure,
     They would do Idon's bidding,
     Though their faith, less secure....."

Kelela says, "I would NEVER do something like that"
Kelela sticks her tongue out at Shenney.

Shenney exclaims, "Uh huh!"
Tashya says, "Of COURSE not"

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Next, chaste Kelela's will was bended,
     She swayed from completing her task.
     While intent on doing her shopping,
     A Trader was appraising her......flask
     He offered to make a deposit,
     For her charms he'd go into hock.
     Chaste Kels, she fell to her y'earnings
     With the rise and the fall of his....stock."

Kelela gawks at Tashya.
Tashya smiles coyly.

Kelela exclaims, "you TOLD ON ME!"
Kelela exclaims, "you dirty rat bastard!"

Shenney exclaims, "Told you!"
Tashya whistles a teasing tune.

Kelela sniffles.
Kelela leans on Brablo's shoulder and bawls her eyes out.
Kelela exclaims, "she ratted on me!"
Brablo rubs Kelela gently, massaging her muscles.

Tashya chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "One maiden went forth,
     Unaided, but pure.
     She would do Idon's bidding,
     In her faith, insecure...."

Kelela snorts, loudly.
Kelela says, "pure as a pile of poo"

Tashya bats her eyelashes.
Tashya frets.

Shenney loudly says, "I know who the last maiden was."
Kelela exclaims, "Me too!"

Tashya twitches an ear nervously.
Khestryl begins chortling at Tashya.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "In the forest, the pure Tash....err, SASHYA did travel,
     Stumbling sharply into a deep pit.
     But a Ranger then found her that evening,
     And keenly examined her......hits.
     He tended her wounds with great cunning,
     His stalking skills, much more than slight.
     Pure Sashya, she fell to her wild ways,
     As they rolled 'monst the leaves thru the night."

Tashya clears her throat.
Tashya smiles fondly and absentmindedly picks some twigs and leaves from her hair.

Kelela points at Tashya.
Kelela exclaims, "there ain't no Sashya!"
Shenney exclaims, "Tashya!"
Tashya says, "Umm, a distant cousin."
Kelela exclaims to Shenney, "only fair if we getta rat her out too!"
Khestryl gives Tashya a little prod between the shoulder blades.
Tashya says, "No, really."
Kelela says, "It was YOU"
Kelela says, "I saw you rollin in the dirt"

Tashya chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Three maidens went forth,
     Once chaste, sweet, and pure.
     They had failed Idon's bidding,
     Through their charms and allure."

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Three maidens had left,
     Three women returned.
     Before Idon, they trembled,
     Awaiting his scorn."

Tashya frets.

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Clever Idon merely laughed,
     A wide grin on his face.
     'How pleased I am ladies!
     You finished with grace!'"

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "'For you see, three maidens,
     Could ne'er serve my call,
     What lass knows of passion,
     Who ne'er felt its fall? "

Tashya sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "'Go forth my lovely ladies
     Celebrate your charming ways,
     Be my Angels of Idon,
     Embrace passion all of your days.'"

Tashya smiles and bows with a flourish.



Kelela gnaws on her lip.
Kelela says, "oh boy...."
Kelela asks, "my turn again ain't it?"
Kelela twitches an ear nervously.

Kelela says, "So, rather than choose for you I'll give you all a choice."

Kelela asks, "And old favorite or a silly ditty?"
Kelela chuckles.

Kelela asks, "Ok, how bout...BOTH?"
Kelela grins.

Kelela says, "I'll sing the ditty for now"
Kelela chuckles.

Kelela says, "Now....I'm sure many of you have been out to Rock trolls and know how slow they are."

Kelela says, "I wrote this one day bored outta my mind waiting for another one....I call it, "meh trollie song""
Kelela giggles.

Kelela sings:

    "Trollie won't you come...
     Won't you come...
     Won't you come...
     Trollie won't you come play with me..."

Kelela says, "Oh, and I promise it works"

Kelela says, "never had a troll not come"

Kelela sings:

    "Should another hunter come along, (come along)
     Simply say that you're not free
     Send them on their way, on their way (on their way)
     Trollie won't you come play with me"

Kelela says to Brablo, "dirty minded....that's later"

Kelela sings:

    "Ooooh meh trollie
     Some of us I know are meant to die
     But ooh come closely
     And it'll be you and not I"

Kelela sings:

    "Sing Trollie won't you come...
     Won't you come
     Won't you come
     Trollie won't you come play with me..."

Kelela strikes a heroic pose.
Kelela says, "and that is the troll song"
Kelela says, "it beckons them with their simpleness"



Kelela says, "Ok, we're almost done for the night I believe...but not quite yet."
Kelela giggles.
Kelela points at Shenney.

Shenney says, "So.."
Shenney says, "This next song is as new and raw as it gets"
Shenney giggles.
Shenney says, "Because I just finished writing it..."

Shenney says, "And I don't know about you guys, but I rarely write"
Shenney winks.

Shenney says, "This however is extraordinarily sappy, so my apoligies.."

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "I've traveled the lands far and wide
     And I may leave to venture out some
     But always I will return to be by your side
     For where you are is where I call home"

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "Sisters dearest, I love you all so
     We cry, we laugh, we charm and flirt
     Rabid shopping trips are quite the norm
     As we share the gossip and pass the dirt"

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "We may seem odd and giddy-like
     We're all quite different in virtue 'n vice
     But we share a bond in soul and psyche
     By blood, by vows we are heart sister bound"

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "My sadness, my sorrow is split and shared
     My joy and love enhanced and cheered
     How can I explain what we have together here
     It's a mixture of true friendship and dearest family"

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "So wherever I go, no matter how far I roam
     You are always held close in my heart
     Sisters forever, I love you all."

Shenney says, "See! Sickly sweet"
Shenney says, "But true"


 

Roxana gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.
Kelela whimpers softly.
Roxana looks at Shenney and applauds!
Kelela says, "it was...it was...."
A tear runs down Kelela's face.
Madisson pulls Shenney towards her!
Tashya says, "Awww"
Khestryl beams at Shenney!
Kelela says, "I can't end it on that"
Tashya sniffles.
Kelela says, "I can't"
Tashya leans on Shenney's shoulder and bawls her eyes out.
Katrinai says, "A perfect ending! "
Shenney giggles at Kelela.
Kelela exclaims, "they're gonna think we're sappy!"
Tashya pulls Shenney towards her!
A tear runs down Madisson's face.
Kelela says, "and mushy and and...."
Khestryl lets out a loud "Huzzah!"
Kelela shudders.
Katrinai just hugged Shenney.
Kelela gives Shenney a smooch.
Khestryl gives Shenney a smooch.
Tashya says, "Well we ARE."
Madisson gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.
Kelela says, "very nice sis"
Tashya grins at Kelela.
Kelela says, "I refuse to be mushy"
Kelela says, "you're thinking of Nimee"
Shenney laughs!
(Madisson shake shake shakes with her sisters.)
Kelela grins at Madisson.
Khestryl gives Kelela a little prod between the shoulder blades.
Shenney shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.
Shenney says, "Same goes for family you know"
Tashya sniffles.
(Kelela shake shake shakes with Madi.)
Kelela shakes her hips teasingly, making her silver hip-chain chime quietly.
Kelela grins.
Tashya says, "Ok, nothing to see here. Move along."
Kelela casually observes the area.
Kelela laughs!
Tashya folds her arms across her chest.
Shenney says, "And friends.."
Kelela says, "or you could stay"
Roxana stands up.
Khestryl begins chortling at Tashya.
Kelela sticks out her tongue at Tashya and lets loose with a loud, "Thbtbtbt" from her lips!
Tashya says, "group sister hug"
Kelela says, "I promised meh wench song."
Kelela snuggles up to Tashya.
Roxana says, "Thank you ladies. That was wonderful."
Kelela says, "which I like singing"
Roxana smiles.
(Tashya hug shenn)
Tashya winks.
Shenney says, "Okay one more song from Kels"
Kelela snickers.
Shenney grins at Kelela.
Kelela strikes a heroic pose.
Shenney asks, "And then we wrap it up?"
Kelela says, "sure."
Roxana leans on Mykk.
Roxana nods.
Madisson nods.
Khestryl nods.
Madisson nods.
Shenney shoves futilely at Kelela.
Shenney exclaims, "Sing before they run away or fall asleep!"
Kelela says, "This is my uh, Wench song. since I rename it each time."
Kelela cackles!
Kelela glances at a tarnished silver halo.
Kelela asks, "now? or later?"
Shenney glances at Niteshiver.
Shenney says, "hmm"
Shenney says, "Steal Kels halo.."
Roxana says, "Soon."
Kelela shrieks!
Shenney says, "or use fruitcake"
Agraynel nods to Madisson.
Kelela says, "no stealing my halo"
Shenney gets a slice of fermented fruitcake from inside her traveling pantry.
Shenney glances at a slice of fermented fruitcake.
Kelela says, "that said, starting now"
Kelela giggles.
Khestryl nods at Shenney, obviously agreeing with her views.



Kelela sings:

    "Got a little rule of thumb
     Always sees me through
     When you're good to me
     I'll be good to you."

Shenney squints at Niteshiver, then throws a slice of fermented fruitcake in his direction. Oooo, near miss!

Kelela winks and flashes a sly grin.

Kelela sweetly sings:

    "I can be a good friend
     Loyal, sweet, true blue
     You do something for me
     I'l be friendly with you"

Kelela smiles suggestively, rolling one shoulder backwards with a saucy wink.

Kelela sings:

    "Now, little birdie told me
     You're lookin for something taboo
     You bend the rules for me some
     I'll bend my rules for you"

(Kelela runs her hand lightly down her chest, jutting her hip out sharply when it reaches her waist)

Kelela coyly sings:

    "They say that life is tit for tat
     And that's my worldly view
     So, I deserve a lot of tat
     For what I can give you"

Kelela perks up her ears, glancing around alertly.

(Kelela's eyes flash impishly a moment, slightly jutting her chest out...)

Kelela sings:

    "If you want my gravy
     Pepper my beef stew
     Spice it up for me
     I'll get hot for you"

Kelela smiles playfully resting her lollipop against her lips for a moment before flicking her tongue across it once...

Kelela teasingly sings:

    "Now if you see something you like
     And you take a shining to
     You rub some elbows for me
     And I'll rub something for you"

(Kelela runs the tip of her tail from waist to ankle, her eyes glowing mischieviously all the while...)

Kelela sings:

    "The proof is in the pudding
     Ain't nothing to misconstrue
     You do something for me now
     And I'll share my pudding with you"

Kelela's tail twitches, a mischievous look on her face.

Kelela mischievously sings:

    "Lets all work together
     Like a good ship crew
     Cept if you try to work me
     I'll really be workin you"

Kelela smiles playfully as she raises her arms palm upwards in front of her, and then opens them outwards as if motioning "what did you expect"....

Kelela sings:

    "And if things take a bad turn
     And you decide to say adieu
     Remember the favors are done
     When I say g'bye to you"

(Kelela's lips pout slightly as she gives a soft shrug, waving her fingertips buh-bye...)

Kelela sings:

    "So now you know the story
     And this is what is true
     When you're good to me
     I'LL be good to you"

Kelela winks and flashes a sly grin.
Kelela grins.

Kelela says, "That said....This concludes the sister portion of tonights event."

Kelela exclaims, "And thank you, for coming to the Tavern Troupe Monthly Concert Series!"

Shenney recites:

    "Thank you for coming all!"

Guest Descriptions


Adratha Grimbeorne, a Prydaen Ranger.
He has pointed ears and cat-slitted grey eyes. His platinum mane is very long and thick, and is worn tied back. He has silver fur with grey points with grey marbling and a slender tail.
He is young for a Prydaen.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a lumpy bundle, a walnut longbow, an archer's golden-jackal bracer, some knee-high boots of jet black leather adorned with fierce dragon medallions, a pair of rugged leather pants edged in sterling silver studs, an ebony ring carved with the Rangers' Guild crest, a triangular knotwork pendant hung with a wine-red garnet teardrop, a fang-tipped flint earring, a grey thigh pouch lined in red silk, a gold ring, a superb reaver-pelt backpack, a leather thigh quiver embossed with a pair of yellow wolf's eyes, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a fine silver chain, a battle-worn weapon harness studded with darkened steel emblems of the gods, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a chestnut horsehide thigh bag with fringed leather drawstrings, a deep crimson silk rose embroidered lightly in silver threading, a red braided silk choker hung with a garnet Saemaus' Kiss rose, an intricate tree-etched earring, some storm grey leathers and a superior crocodile-skin helm.



Aerox Ruthmagor of The Locksmith Union, a Gor'Tog.
He has silver eyes. He has ebon skin.
He is young for a Gor'Tog.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a journey pack, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a wren-etched ivory ring, a platinum nose ring, a white gold eyebrow ring, a platinum signet ring, a silver eyebrow ring, a black swordsman's shirt laced at the neck with a golden cord, a blue sapphire Xibar pendant, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a bronze dragon pin, a neat desumos-pelt thigh bag with gut drawstrings, an elaborate wooden chain, a gleaming animite key, a snakeskin war belt, a silver mail belt with dangling clusters of exotic silver coins, a Nisha short bow, a crossbow crafted from fine Katamba-black wood that has been carved to suggest the shapes of long bones, a wren's beak amulet slung from a leather wristcord, a raven-shaped obsidian pin, a serrated snake icon with tiny onyx eyes, a deep black weapon harness studded with steel spikes, some jet black boots with pointed steel toe caps damascened in gold and silver, some diamond-framed spectacles with smaragdine-tinted lenses, a silky grey tabard depicting a black serpent emerging from an ivory moon, a mist-filled crystal globe hanging from a fine gold chain, a dark traveler's cloak stitched with a mass of writhing serpents, a golden medallion etched with a sparkling white rose, a delicate gold necklace with a small Warrior Mage crest charm, a silver phoenix armband, a witch ball, a tall pewter tankard, some black and yellow weepers, a lavishly engraved jade incense case and a golden gem pouch with coins stitched in platinum and copper threads.



Agraynel Rosmar-Lambelle of Elanthia, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and crystal blue eyes. Her honey hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a elm longbow, some rainbowed mail gauntlets, a rainbowed chain balaclava, a carved purple pick, a glittering gold torque, a sturdy red backpack, a bronze Trailblazer badge, some elven archer boots with silk laces, a silver flute case, an instrument case embossed with a broken cutlass, a royal blue harness, a sunshine yellow quiver, a white velvet pouch, an orange hair bow finely stitched with the name "Cloud Remillard" in faded script, some chain rainbowed armguards, some chain rainbowed legguards, a taneel'neg ring, a forest-green moneybelt of thick leather worked with an intricate knotwork pattern, a weathered green traveling cloak, a shimmering rose-colored ribbon, a delicate Lirisa figurine suspended from a chain of fine diamond links, some fine Elven chainmail and a velvety black orchid lei.



Belulhe Baringsford, an Elven Cleric.
She has pointed ears and dark eyes. Her black hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
A brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following her dilligently.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a side-laced purple dress, a pilgrim's badge, a brushed silver armband inlaid with a gold lioness and glaysker flowers, a platinum chain baleora bearing a claw pendant with a green malachite ball in its taloned grasp, a polished chain balaclava, some mail gloves, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Chadatru, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a bold red sash with a judge's crest embroidered in green, an articulated blued-steel weapon harness with interlocking plates engraved with the form of a regal lion, a rich sable backpack, a rich sable pouch, a silver-edged dark spidersilk pouch, a tattered cobweb-covered pouch, a brown leather carving case secured with a spherical jade clasp, some rich sable trousers, a well-worn pair of boots labelled "foot" and "other foot", a jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a snug royal purple satin bustier with black lace trim, some polished chain, a flowing black cloak with embroidered battle scenes, a midnight blue hip pouch embroidered with the image of a stealthy lioness stalking through the forest and a leather gem pouch.



Blood Dancer Brablo grimshandler, a Gor'Tog.
He has milky white eyes. He has emerald skin.
He is in his prime for a Gor'Tog.
He has a tattoo of a grinning demon peering down sardonically at a group of hapless warriors on his chest.

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

He is holding some Zoluren red wine in his right hand and a shaft in his left.
He is wearing a linen swordsman's shirt with a blackworked collar, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, some pure white leggings, a salt-stained duffel bag studded with razor-edged elsralael teeth, a twisted iron ring bearing the crest of the Rissan Barbarian Guild, a noble chakrel dragon amulet hung from a blackened steel chain, a lunch pail painted with images of feasting dragons, a red sash, a brushed silver armband engraved with a large jade glaysker flower, a dark iron armlet engraved with aged symbols and inset with an etched crystalline sphere, a tribal war belt tethered with ghastly shrunken heads, an earcuff of carved bone inlaid with jasper, a gnarled black willow staff carved to resemble a fierce dragon head, a black feather-tufted spear, a studded greatsword harness, an expertly tooled thigh sheath embossed with a burning phoenix, a weathered sheath inlaid with troll bone, an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a deep crimson patch, a well-worn pair of boots labelled "foot" and "other foot", a slender silver eyebrow ring, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, a duffel bag, a nightweaver silk pouch exquisitely embroidered with a wild centaur, a beaded wrist pouch, a deep crimson pouch, a small ankle pouch with an embroidered strap, a jeweled thigh pouch exquisitely embroidered with nightreaver silk depicting a wild centaur and a skunk-stripe pouch.



Brikmar Bor'Nor of the Order of the White Rose, an Elothean.

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

He is wearing a rich brown gem pouch stitched with the silhouette of a howling wolf, some blackened chainmail lined with storm grey spidersilk, a fine-linked chain coif woven with icy-blue metallic strands, a black spidersilk backpack, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Warrior Mage's Guild, some jet black leather pants, a narrow gold wedding band shaped into an intricate true lover's knot, some deep ebony leather boots with engraved silver toe caps, an exquisitely woven white silk rose with an emerald green stem twined around a platinum seven-pointed star, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Meraud, a deep sable three-forked sword belt with brass buckles and fittings, a sweeping black velvet mantle embroidered with an intricate web of jagged silver lightning, a wide cambrinth wristcuff set with three cabochon stones, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a black leather scroll case embossed with the symbol for eternity, a witch ball, a grey quiver, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a flecked black albredine ring, a sigilated platinum ring, an etched silver medallion, a lockpick ear-stud, a silver-etched ebonwood horned owl pendant, a silver-inlaid willow spellbook case, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a blue silk waistcoat heavy with silver embroidery, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, some dark chain gauntlets with spiked golden knuckle guards, a crossbow crafted from fine Katamba-black wood that has been carved to suggest the shapes of long bones and thin silver spectacles.



Diddly Tinytart, a Gnome Moon Mage.
He has milky blue eyes. He is bald, with leathery skin.
He is young for a Gnome.
He has a short scruffy mustache on his upper lip and a short rough beard.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a black dagger sheath, a rough leather tinker's sack, a purple wool hood, a shrunken orange hide jerkin, some homemade patchwork leggings, some tiny leather greaves, some tiny leather vambraces, a belt of coiled silver chain, a brushed silver ring set with a cambrinth star and a soft midnight blue velvet rune pouch embroidered with silvery stars.



Buffoon Evlynn Lunestriker, a Prydaen Bard.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted eyes, one jade and one milky white. Her red mane is very long and straight, and is worn parted down the center. She has sandy fur with a white belly and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a chamomile dream pillow in her right hand.
She is wearing a pair of emerald earrings, an emerald ring, a braided silver ring, a garnet ring, a diamond and platinum locket, a forest-green leather belt with detailed tooling, some beaten silver toe bells, a miniature wooden barrel, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels, some green ribbons, a fine silver anklet with multi-colored dragon charms, a gleaming silver torque with a diamond-cut obsidian drop pendant, a blackwood instrument case with etched platinum buckles, a pitch black velvet knapsack with spidersilk laces adorned with jet scorpion charms, a witch ball, a pitch-black quiver, a silver stud, a silver nose ring, a white gold eyebrow ring, a feathered charm and a suede skirt.



Nightblade Eyoni ThundarStorm of Velaka, an Elf.
She has pouting lips, pointed ears and sparkling violet eyes. Her flaxen-streaked honey hair is long and wavy, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of a white rose encircled by a blood-stained thorny vine on her shoulder.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing some bloodstained leathers with sharp steel studs along the seams, a silk-strung short bow with a polished nacre arrow plate, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp, a stylish leather utility belt, a light suede choker displaying carved onyx beads, a branded dark leather thigh quiver clasped with a platinum dragon claw, a narrow brown leather garter with rawhide laces, a smoky black gypsy's knapsack stitched together in silvery thread with colorful scarves dangling from the seams, a black velvet tote and a triple-stranded hip chain formed of sinuous links of platinum and adorned with black pearl dragon charms.



Fazehund Misond, a S'Kra Mur Bard.
He has gold-flecked slitted silver eyes, dark gold-edged scales with a pale silver underbelly and a thick tail.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He has a tattoo of a scarlet dragon against an ebony star-shaped background on his back.

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

He is holding a glass of sparkling champagne in his right hand.
He is wearing a lumpy bundle, some reinforced gloves, a silvery leather mask tooled to resemble a dragon, a black leather bullwhip, a snug black vest trimmed with satin braid, a pair of black leather boots studded with silver dragons along the cuff, some black cotton trousers, some supple bardic blue leathers embossed with a bronze wren, a supple black leucro hide pack clasped with a gleaming silver fang, a tan leather pouch painted with a seated green dragon, a cut silver friendship ring, a silver eyebrow ring, a platinum eyebrow ring, a silver tailband inlaid with obsidian moons, a witch ball, a slender crystal tailband carved into a twisting serpentine dragon, a cobraskin sheath wrapped with leather ties in a criss-cross pattern, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe and a polished heavy crossbow set with nacre musical notes.



Holy Mage Glizten Kensrowe of the Order of the White Rose, a Human Cleric.
She has jade eyes. Her black hair is long and straight, and is worn arranged in ringlets. She has tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a dragon made of blue ice breathing white flames on her back.

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

She is wearing a polished silver-white shield, a narrow cambrinth ring crafted to resemble a curled dragon, a crested gold thumb ring, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Cleric Guild, a narrow cambrinth armband crafted to resemble a curled dragon, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, an exquisitely woven white silk rose with an emerald green stem twined around a platinum seven-pointed star, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon, a white herb pouch, a canvas field kit, a sturdy purple backpack, a witch ball, a black leather bullwhip, some scarlet enameled toe bells, a belt of heavy beaten gold medallions etched with a sunburst design and linked with tiny brass bells, a vivid gold-shot scarlet silk bustier with taut black laces, a deep violet garter with silvery silk ribbons, a long mesh weapon harness, a filmy skirt of black gauze over crimson silk set along the hem with tiny beaten gold disks, some soft black leather thigh-boots, a rough-cut polished pin of black crystal mounted in a leather setting, a yellow feather fetish, a black feather fetish, a platinum caravan wheel charm, some polished plate, a pair of mesh polished handguards, a polished great helm, a belled anklet, a duffel bag, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern labeled "Glizten's", some silvery lace stockings, a kor'athi pilgrimage robe emblazoned across the back with a multi-hued dragon, a snow white cloak embroidered with a rearing unicorn, a fluttering indigo silk ribbon holding a crystal alfar charm, a pair of cork earplugs, a pale blue Dragon Spine orchid lei, a heavy bronze Everild emblem hung from a braided leather cord and a narrow cambrinth wristcuff crafted to resemble a curled dragon.



Mediator Jolina Desmenes of Elanthia, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and sparkling crystal green eyes. Her red-gold hair is long and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing an ebonwood short bow set with an ivory arrow plate shaped like a musical note, an ironwood buckler, a chain hauberk, a daring low-cut silver firesilk gown with a graceful train, a sky blue haversack with cottony cloud-shaped patches, a strapless black silk corset trimmed with a flirty jade fringe, a cured leather sling stitched with musical notes, a polished silver signet ring set with a rich sapphire cabochon, a black silken garter threaded with small iridescent beads, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a triple-strand white gold hip chain linked with ray-shaped charms, a pair of platinum snowflake earrings set with glacier emeralds, a carved ivory pick, a burnt orange amaryllis, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a spiral silver neithrel band set with small fire opals, a midnight blue bandolier embroidered in black with the stalking panther of Damaris, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some tiny gold toe bells engraved with moons and stars, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, some slender riding boots appliqued with colorful silken flowers, a carved onyx treasure chest bauble and a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp.



Katrinai Dainaan of Elanthia, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her platinum hair is very long and wavy, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. She has fair skin. A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between her eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a wren-engraved mandolin in her right hand and a pink rose in her left.
She is wearing a tightly linked silver hip-chain strung with silver bells shaped like instruments, a fine silver chain, a fluttering bardic blue silk ribbon holding a slender dryad charm, a small charm formed from pristine crystal shaped as a pair of dancing feet dangling from a platinum oval pin, a silver-shot gauze sand veil, a strand of musical note-shaped crystalline hair beads dyed a rainbow of iridescent hues, a lapis lazuli castanets bauble, a pair of diamond earrings, an anklet made of silver bells and cockle shells, a brushed silver bracelet, some polished silver toe bells enameled with violet morning glories, a beaded gossamer bodice, a filmy skirt of sheer gauze scarves in bright jewel tones, some cross-strapped leather sandals with silver bells, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a dainty silvery lace garter threaded with vivid blue ribbons, a ring crafted of alternating white-and-yellow gold links, a wren-etched ivory ring, a silver medium case and a carved pick.



Kelela FyreDance of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen.
She has tufted ears and cat-slitted gold eyes. Her red-streaked black mane is long and wavy, and is worn teased. She has black fur with silver points with silver marbling and a slender tail.
She is tiny for a Prydaen.
She is young for a Prydaen.

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

She is wearing a bloodwood sniper's crossbow with a darkened steel tiller, some black leather gloves embossed with a rising sun, a night black panther mask with jade green eyeplates, some supple hunting leathers, a circlet of dusky nightshade blossoms entwined with glimmering crystal strands, a black crystal choker accented with dyed black gryphon feathers, a deeply hooded cloak lined with sumptuous blood red nightsilk, a tarnished silver hip-chain accented with delicate nightshade blossoms, an enticing gypsy hip scarf clasped with a small ruby Prydaen, a nightsilk-lined ankle cuff dangling a teasing bit of chain, a night black haversack with a blackened steel clasp and a silver jadeite gwethdesuan.



Jokester Khakio Kilparity, a Halfling.
He has almond-shaped crystal green eyes and dimples. His red hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn arranged in pigtails. He has tanned skin.
He is a daydreamer for a Halfling.
He has some light stubble on his face.
He has a tattoo of a fairy ring with dancing Halflings and Gnomes carrying huge tankards on his chest.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a Lanival pipe in his right hand.
He is wearing a curved drop-trigger crossbow, a lightweight carved-stock crossbow, a paisley gem pouch, a reinforced cuirbouilli coat, some corroded chain shin-guards, a gold jadeite gwethdesuan, a pair of blue knickers with white splotches, a double-wrapped leather sword belt stamped and painted with dancing gypsy marauders, a witch ball, a tasseled leather waterskin, an onyx toe ring inlaid with a band of ivory, a heavy steel bracelet, a braided ivory ring bearing the crest of the Bard's Guild, a taffelberry belt pouch, a cheery azure cookie bag, a Prydaen finger puppet, a glittering gold torque attached to a delicately incised spherical bell, a patched leather pack tooled with an overflowing tankard on the flap, a patchwork vest crafted from bits of colorful fabrics, a gaudy crazy-quilt cloak adorned with a multitude of miniature coin charms, a jester's tunic sewn with midnight blue and silver satin diamonds, a spidersilk scrip, a jeweled silver fingernail, a round wooden pin carved with a dancing ram and donkey, a rusty monocle, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, some polished toe bells with multi-colored enameled jester diamonds, a tawdry gilded badge, a gleaming animite key, a copper and dafora pearl isael, a paper-covered brass button and an ivory charm dangling from a braided leather wristlet.



Storyteller Khestryl Nesbitt, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one crystal blue and one jade. Her dark brown hair is long and straight, and is worn braided. She has tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing some supple hunting leathers, a rust brown leather medium case buckled with silver leaf-shaped clasps, a silver teardrop, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a silver-inlaid malachite neithrel band fitted with two silver chains, some fitted doeskin leggings, an ivory spidersilk shirt with long billowing sleeves, a pair of rich brown suede boots trimmed with ebony beads, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a long mesh weapon harness, a seamless brown leather pouch cinched with ebony leather cording, a long dark hooded cloak, a small leather pouch cinched with ebony linen cords, a brown thigh pouch trimmed with suede fringe and a carved black pick.

Storyteller Khestryl Nesbitt, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one crystal blue and one jade. Her dark brown hair is long and straight, and is worn braided. She has tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a pair of oiled wooden spoons in her right hand.
She is wearing some supple hunting leathers, a rust brown leather medium case buckled with silver leaf-shaped clasps, a silver teardrop, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a silver-inlaid malachite neithrel band fitted with two silver chains, some fitted doeskin leggings, an ivory spidersilk shirt with long billowing sleeves, a pair of rich brown suede boots trimmed with ebony beads, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a long mesh weapon harness, a seamless brown leather pouch cinched with ebony leather cording, a long dark hooded cloak, a small leather pouch cinched with ebony linen cords, a brown thigh pouch trimmed with suede fringe and a carved black pick.



Dreamweaver Kithria Dustdanser, an Elf.
She has an oval face with laugh lines, pointed ears and gold-flecked jade eyes. Her platinum-streaked honey hair is long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on her ankle.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a cambrinth ring with a black ironwood setting shaped like a dragon, some gleaming mail gauntlets, a darkened chain balaclava adorned with an iron dragon circlet, an exquisitely embroidered spidersilk traveler's backpack, some lean black leather pants cut low with front-lacing, a relaxed-neck maroon shirt fastened by small pearl buttons, a pair of ivory-white suede boots trimmed with emerald beads, a twilight-blue cloak decorated with star-shaped silver buttons, a snowy white quiver, a long mesh weapon harness, a hip-slung leather sword belt with ornate bronze buckles and fittings, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a shimmering scarf of pale golden silk wrapped loosely around the neck with one end cascading elegantly down the back, a pearly white howlite neithrel band carved with a hawk in flight, an elegant flute case inlaid with fine goldbark labeled "Untamed", a deep burgundy case embroidered with the image of a winged gryphon, a carved pick and some deep blue chain patterned in silvery-white steelsilk with dazzling stars entwined among hemlock blossoms.



Protector Landenwen Raetruffenyos, a Human Paladin.
He has dark eyes. His dark brown hair is short and thick, and is worn loose. He has dark skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a short thin mustache on his upper lip and a sparse beard.

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

He is wearing an oval shield, some mail gloves, a bascinet helm, some field plate armor, a hook and string, a tasseled leather waterskin, a dark gem pouch, a dented fishing lure bent into the shape of a ring, a wide leather utility belt tooled with the Estate Holder's crest, a copper snowbeast trinket, a blue silk waistcoat heavy with silver embroidery, some black suede pants trimmed with carved bone buttons, a pair of black leather hessians, a fine silver chain, a black sheath, a light red backpack, a blue and green plaid shirt with a wide collar, a beribboned silvery silk pouch, a leather belt, a ratty blanket and a duffel bag.



Lepasse Moirr, a Human.
He has crystal blue eyes. His black hair is very long and curly, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He is clean shaven.

He has minor swelling and bruising around the neck compounded by cuts and bruises about the neck, faint scuffing to the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, tiny scratches to the chest, faint scuffing to the back.

He is holding a pint of Golden Ale in his right hand.
He is wearing a midnight black hauberk, a forester's bow, a red sash, a red ribbon, a snakeskin wrist sheath, a sturdy leather rucksack emblazoned with a brilliant red and gold phoenix, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a Kaith Kirm button, a dagger ear-stud, a brass pin that reads "Trust me because I am not a Thief!", a thin gold wedding band, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a platinum phoenix armband, some black bone-rimmed spectacles, some black hip boots, a delicate gold necklace with a small flute charm, a black doeskin long pouch, a wickedly jagged dagger charm dangling from a dark obsidian earcuff, a black leather bullwhip, a platinum phoenix charm, some midnight black pants, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, a slender silver eyebrow ring, an onyx, opal and jade ring with a serpent clutched in the talons of a phoenix, a platinum phoenix ring, a gold nose ring, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a finely-tooled short quiver, a worn leather arm sheath tooled with the image of a cobra wrapped around a sword, an expertly tooled thigh sheath embossed with a burning phoenix, an embossed greatsword sheath, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a midnight black case and a black gem pouch.



Madisson Luverly, a Prydaen.
She has a heart-shaped face with tufted ears and sparkling cat-slitted jade eyes. Her ginger mane is long and wavy, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has glittered silver fur and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She has a tattoo of a kitten with a mischievous grin sitting in a large shot glass embossed with multicolored musical notes on her lower back.

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, deep cuts across the left leg, some tiny scars across the right hand, some tiny scars across the left hand, some faint scars along the chest, some faint scars along the abdomen, some tiny scars across the back, some faint scars along the right eye, some faint scars along the left eye.

She is wearing a duffel bag, an indigo gem pouch, a twisted cambrinth ring bearing the crest of the Bards' guild, a narrow cambrinth armband bearing the crest of the Bards' guild, a soft black large suede case hung from an ebony silken tapestry strap bearing scattered pale green peridot beads, a worn leather arm sheath tooled with the image of a cobra wrapped around a sword, a silver-inlaid malachite neithrel band fitted with two silver chains, a braided leather ankleband, an albredine crystal ring, a polished gold signet ring set with a rich ruby cabochon, a carved ivory pick, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Faenella, a Bardic Spirit Knot tailband, a silver tailband engraved with a field of catnip, a copper jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, some soft black suede thigh-boots, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a glimmering circlet of silken tiger lilies entwined with crystal strands, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat and a silk bag embroidered to resemble a treasure map.



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

He is wearing a curved drop-trigger crossbow, some hunting leathers, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a blue gem pouch, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a red-oaken keg carved into the shape of a sleeping dragon, a purple tapestry satchel embroidered with a gilded taffelberry branch -- the emblem of the Arthe Dale Trader's Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Niteshiver Vodou, a Human Bard.
He has jade eyes. His black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn untamed. He has dark skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a burlwood bandoura in his right hand.
He is wearing a tailored black silk shirt with silver cufflinks, some fine black cotton trousers with silver filigree along the seams, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a monogrammed leather weapons harness, a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps, a carved aqua pick, an anklet made of interlocked black opal scorpions, a tin guava trinket, a light cinnamon quiver, a cut silver friendship ring, a worn leather arm sheath tooled with the image of a cobra wrapped around a sword, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a carved bone bead strung on some twine, a glass guava trinket, a carved jade bracelet, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain, a black opal nose-stud, a jade stickpin, a lapis lazuli guava bauble, a silver herb pouch, a tobacco pouch, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a supple leather belt buckled with a stylized dragon's head, a silver flute case labeled "samatak", a jade anklet, a Bardic Spirit Knot ear-stud, a polished silver signet ring set with a rich sapphire cabochon, an engraved silver white shield, a red jungle lily lei, an Elothean silverwillow crossbow and a black orchid.



Roxana Bloodlan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human.
She has crystal blue eyes. Her blue-black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a polished bronze circlet adorned with a hanging amber teardrop, a brushed silver locket, a small medallion strung upon a silver chain, a silver-studded black leather coat, an azure silk leine, an elegant split-strap sword belt with rich black velvet accents and delicate carved ivory buckles, some studded leather trousers, a pair of jet black doeskin boots with intricate silver buckles, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a bejeweled engagement ring of worked platinum and an iridescent sharkskin haversack.



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

She is wearing a circlet of delicate starflower blossoms entwined with glimmering crystal strands, a slender silver ring bearing a delicate ivory-winged kitten, a thin gossamer chemise fastened at the shoulders with delicate silver ribbons, a slender silver hip-chain with dangling ivory charms, some beaten silver toe bells, a dainty gossamer purse in the shape of a kitten with quilted wings, a puffy gossamer traveling pack fastened with an ivory winged kitten, a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a soft silvery harness, some supple bardic blue leathers embossed with a bronze wren, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a polished satinwood traveling pantry slung upon an embroidered strap and a forester's crossbow.



Tamasan Dentenel of Ilithi, an Elothean.
He has tilted almond-shaped crystal blue eyes. His golden hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.
He is in his prime for an Elothean.
He has a long narrow mustache that droops to either side of the mouth on his upper lip and a long, narrow elegantly trimmed goatee.
He has a tattoo of an electric eel surrounded by coils of lightning on his back.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a hooded blue reaver fur cloak, a gold-chased woodwind case, a blued steel lockpick case, a midnight blue crystal amulet suspended from a narrow silver cord, an epidote panther charm, some winged tan leather boots, a tan leather hip pouch hand-tooled with a panther stalking a buck, a finely-woven woolen doublet embroidered with a band of shimmering gold symbols written in the ancient language of Ilithi on a deep black background, a deep crimson swordsman's shirt laced at the neck with a woven silver cord, some soft ebon leather dueling pants shadow-tooled with rampaging drakes, a large silk sack, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan and a silver jadeite gwethdesuan.



Tashya Talyonoushka of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen.
She has pointed ears and thick-lashed cat-slitted violet eyes. Her silver mane is very long and wavy, and is worn loosely piled atop her head. She has black fur with silver points with silver marbling and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the right leg, faint scuffing to the abdomen.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a glimmering circlet of creamy windfeather blossoms entwined with crystal strands, some tear-drop pearl earrings, an ivory charm dangling from a braided leather wristlet, an ivory Wanton rose, a midnight blue kirtle accented with dangling crystals and nightingale feathers, a large silver Bardic Spirit Knot belt-charm, a midnight blue brocade corset accented with silver embroidery, a silver lattice-work tail band, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a leather sheath, a plain light crossbow and an emblazoned tower shield with nightingales soaring across a twilight sky.

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