Tavern Troupe Concert, 1/17/2004, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 374 years, 365 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Amber Phoenix.
It is currently winter and it is early morning.
You feel somewhat certain it's approaching the Anlas of Peri'el's Watch.

The sky is a sharp, clear blue.

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

Guest List

Wanderer Amaurea, an Elven Ranger
Dancer Beledona Mosk'va, a Kaldar
Faithful Belmung of Elanthia, a Rakash Cleric
Cayene Li'i of Zoluren, a Human
Minstrel Daerri, a Prydaen Bard
Vigil Keeper Dulcinie vonPfeffers of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human
Aes-Danai Eoworfinia Galarang of Ratha, a Halfling Bard
True Bard Esmaril D'Or, an Elven Bard
Ibec Alshaerd of the Zoluren Navy, a Human Paladin
Impalire D'Contracte, a Gor'Tog
Kaisier, a Rakash
Novice Kajiou, an Elven Bard
Dancer Katrinai Dainaan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elf
Ambassador Lindryl Jinsaith of Zoluren, an Elf
Warrior Poet Mckatelee Starryskye of Ilithi, an Elven Bard
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
Herbalist Narandar Harvant of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Gor'Tog Empath
Niteshiver Vodou, a Human Bard
Commander Paschein WellBorne of the Zoluren Infantry, an Elothean
Journeywoman Remey Setapart, an Elven Bard
Roxana Bloodlan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human
Journeyman Ryskien VanWasshen of Ratha, a Human
Samkim Blaktone of Zoluren, a Halfling
Sidonie, a Human Warrior Mage
Guildleader Silvyrfrost Emiliax, an Elf
Journeyman Skarbrae Mirrorshadow, an Elven Bard
Thundirr D'Treni, a Human
Trisdin of Elanthia, a Human Warrior Mage
Vailyn, an Elven Bard
Xanzie Nikatime of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elven Bard
Bard Xaphira Vonara, an Elothean

Set List

The Tavern Troupe: All In A Mouse's Night (written by Narandar)
Dulcinie: "a cleric and a paladin..."
Xanzie: Frankie
Katrinai: The Green-Eyed Dancer (with accompanyment by Roxana)
Roxana: Bard Girls Have All the Fun!
Ryskien: "there we were..."

Concert

People are beginning to drift in the general direction of Arthe Dale. One young woman pulls at her companion's sleeve. "Hurry up!" she hisses. "We want to get a good seat for the concert! The Arthe Hollow Inn is big, and I want to sit up front!" Her companion, a tall young Elf, chuckles, "We have a few roisaen yet, dear," but he obligingly hurries his steps to match hers.

Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Tonight Arthe Dale presents the Tavern Troupe Performing order. "

Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

"Please sit back and enjoy the show. I know we're going to have alot of fun performing for you."

Xaphira grins at Xanzie.
Xanzie gestures at Narandar.
Narandar smiles.
Narandar bows to Xanzie.

Narandar recites:

    "Thank you, Xanzie."



Narandar recites:

    "Ladies and gentles all, I would like to thank you for coming
     This eve, during such trying times of uncertainty and war, to
     Share in the warmth of company and good cheer."

Narandar recites:

    "Without further ado I would like to present:
     All In A Mouse's Night,
     Performed by the Tavern Troupe!"

Narandar smiles and scoots back out of the way.

(Roxana crosses the stage slowly, hunched over and aged, until very nearly reaching the audience. She then sits.)

Roxana ponders the words she wants to say, as though lost in a reverie.

(Xanzie, almost concealed in darkness, is carefully rolling a bundle small enough to fit into the crook of her arm.)

Roxana says, "Crossing gives rise to many breeds. Among them are the 'gamin', which most of you would know as street urchins. Frequent wars...unsuccessful adventures...epidemics-- all these birth dozens of orphans of the city."

(Xanzie makes her way very quietly into the darkness, cradling the bundle in her arms.)

Roxana says, "Urchins have names that are earned, as most have forgotten their birth-names over time or were so young they never really knew them."

Roxana says, "Mouse is one of these latter. She never knew her real name. Growing up realizing that she was small, it didn't take much to realize being quiet got one further on the streets."

Roxana wryly says, "Quiet as a church mouse, she is."

(Roxana chuckles at her own joke.)

(Xanzie, in the background, eases over a low estate wall without a sound. Almost immediately, though, there is a distant hue and cry for the Watch in the distance.)

(Xanzie tries to sneak off into the night, but the bobbing of an approaching lantern heralds the coming of a lone watchman.)

(Dulcinie, the Watchman says, "You there! Halt!")
(Dulcinie, the Watchman peers.)
Dulcinie snorts, loudly.
(Dulcinie, the Watchman says, "Just a street rat, then. What have you got there, little rat?")

(Xanzie unconsciously steps back, hugging her package to her. her eyes flick nervously to either side of the watchmen, looking for an escape.)

(Dulcinie, the Watchman says, "Don't even think it, little girl. Hand over the package.")

(Xanzie shakes her head, then eyes the guard's weapon apprehensively.)

(Dulcinie, the Watchman takes a step closer and says, "You know you can't get away, lass. Now hand it over.")

(Xanzie reluctantly extends her hand with the parcel, as though to give it to the watchman, then suddenly turns on heel and sprints off!)

(Dulcinie, the Watchman yells, "Halt!")
(Dulcinie, the Watchman gives chase!)

(Xanzie runs like the Void itself is at her heels, but her lead on the guard shrinks steadily.)

(Xanzie reaches a rickety fence that bars an alley and presses between two loose boards.)
Xanzie pants.

(Dulcinie, the Watchman reaches the fence and notices the boards awry, but they are too narrow to let her larger body through.)
(Dulcinie, the Watchman swears!)
(Dulcinie, the Watchman begins kicking the boards until they splinter and crack.)

(Xanzie nibbles her lip worriedly, then slips towards the deeper darkness where a sewer opening yawns. Behind her, the guard shoulders through the gap in the fence to find an empty alley.)

Roxana shifts her weight.
Roxana says, "Just as they know where all the routes are, urchins of the city are wise to those who use them as well."

(Xanzie, just inside the sewer, gazes into the darkness with some trepidation. The nearby guard is mere paces away. )

(Xanzie takes a deep breath. Mouse takes her first timid steps into the darkness, water rippling about her rag-clad feet.)

Roxana wryly says, "Indeed, they know most alleys and paths like a Moon Mage knows his stars. Doesn't promise that they'll be any safer, though."

(Xanzie sloshes around the water that comes over her ankles, trying to be quiet. One hand feels the slick walls of the sewer to guide her way, while the other protectively clutches her burden.)

Roxana says, "The path of the gamin often crosses those of rogues and villians..."

(Xanzie squeaks suddenly as a hand comes out of the darkness to grip her wrist!)

Roxana says, "...though they seldom own each other any loyalty."

(Skarbrae the Thief pulls the hood from his jar of foxfire, letting its feeble glow stream into the tunnel.)

(Skarbrae as the thief says: "Wot have we got here, hey? Looks like a little church mouse!")

(Xanzie blinks in the light and wriggles her wrist loose from the thief, who eyes her closely.)

(Skarbrae in the role of the thief says, "Found some goodies, did ye? Get caught, hey?")

(Xanzie shrugs uncertainly, then nods-- a little truth goes a long way, sometimes.)

(Skarbrae as the thief greedily says, "So wot ye got there, then? Jewels? Some squire's silver, hey?")

Xanzie shakes her head.
Skarbrae sneers.

(Skarbrae the Thief says, "Well, whatever you got there in that bundle, you best hand it over. This here is a road, mousie, and you must pay a toll.")

(Xanzie shakes her head again and turns around to walk back the way she came.)

(Skarbrae, as the thief, darkly says, "Oh no you don't! Hand it over, you little sprat!")

(Xanzie breaks into a run, footsteps splashing loudly through the otherwise silent tunnels.)

(Dulcinie, watchman perks up, hearing approaching footfalls.)

(Xanzie bursts from the sewer opening, almost doubled over in her need to protect her bundle. She crashes headlong into the watchman, and both fall in a tumble of arms and legs.)

Xanzie slips and lands against Dulcinie. What a klutz!

(Dulcinie swears vilely as her lantern crashes to the ground and goes out.)

(Skarbrae the Thief, emerges from the tunnel with a knife in hand.)

Xanzie leaps to her feet!
(Xanzie hastily disentangles herself from the watchman and rolls to one side.)

(Dulcinie rises to her feet, nose-to-nose with the thief. The fight quickly ensues.)

Xanzie smiles quietly to herself in satisfaction as the watchman and thief struggle. She then scurries off before they remember what led them to that spot in the first place!

Roxana raises an eyebrow.
Roxana says, "So, where then does an urchin sleep? Wherever they can. The whole city is their home."

(Xanzie wanders the twisting streets, cold and wet in the chill night air. Her path leads her from cobbled streets of the well-to-do and onto the muddy track of the slums.)

Roxana says, "In the slums, urchins that are already beneath notice in the town are all but invisible."

(Xanzie walks along the muddy track, shivering and tired.)

(Dulcinie, a Slum Dweller, spies Mouse walking slowly as she tries to be inconspicuous.)

(Dulcinie, a Slum Dweller says, "Hey there! Is that you, Mouse?")

(Xanzie pauses with a faint frown, recognizing the slum dweller as a fellow urchin, now grown up.)

(Dulcinie, a Slum Dweller says hopefully, "You wouldn't happen to have a bite to eat in that package, would ye?")

Xanzie shakes her head.
Xanzie gnaws on her lip.

Dulcinie's shoulders bow as if under some great burden.
(Dulcinie, a Slum Dweller says wistfully, "Is that something you scupped from a rich boy, mebbe? We could hock it for a bite to eat, hey?")

(Xanzie glances at her bundle, then shakes her head sadly. No, it's not really all that valuable, her gaze seems to say.)
Xanzie gazes at Dulcinie with a sympathetic look on her face.

(Dulcinie, a Slum Dweller smiles wanly and waves half-heartedly.)
(Dulcinie, a Slum Dweller says helplessly, "Well, take care of yeself, hey?")

(Xanzie nods thoughtfully, looking after the young man. In not so many years, Mouse may very well be in the same shoes.)

(Xanzie continues on for a short ways, then ducks through a low doorway of a hovel.)
Xanzie stands near Roxana.

Roxana beams at Xanzie!
Roxana kindly exclaims, "Why, there you are! I wish you wouldn't go out so late!"

Xanzie smiles at Roxana, the kindly old woman who had taken her in not all that many years ago.
Xanzie quietly says, "Hush, Old Mother. I'm home. All's well."

(Xanzie unfolds her tightly wound bundle, revealing a down-filled quilt. Well-made. Expensive. But otherwise quite ordinary.)

Xanzie takes a seat near Roxana.
(Xanzie tucks the quilt about the aged woman tenderly, bringing it up to her chin.)

Roxana smiles contentedly, warm at last, and drifts off to sleep.

Xanzie smiles to herself quietly.
Xanzie quietly says, "Tomorrow night, I'll find you a new shawl..."

Narandar smiles as the play comes to an end.

Narandar recites:

"Thank you! Tonights performers were a grand cast. Roxana as the old woman."

Narandar motions to Roxana.
Roxana curtsies.
Roxana says, "Thank you."
Roxana smiles.

Narandar recites:

    "Skarbrae as our rogue."

Skarbrae chuckles.
Skarbrae bows.

Narandar recites:

"Dulcinie in the dual roles of the watchman and the slum dweller!"

Narandar motions to Dulcinie.
Dulcinie bows.
Dulcinie bows.

Narandar recites:

    "And our lead role played by Xanzie
     No stranger to these parts!"

Narandar beams at Xanzie!
Xanzie curtsies.

Roxana recites:

    "Let's not forget our author...Narandar!"

Narandar blushes a deep green color.
Roxana lets out a hearty cheer for Narandar!
Narandar bows.
Narandar smiles.



Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, now I'd like to introduce the Tavern troupe's own Dulcinie. Who would like to share a story with us."

Dulcinie tenderly says, "I wrote this story to tell at a wedding of some dear friends Cyllwdd, a paladin of Chadatru, and Schtizme, a cleric of Hodierna, who remain devoted to their chosen gods! It reflects upon how they met and how they continue to bless the populace of Elanthia."

Dulcinie smiles quietly to herself and recalls the young lion, Chadatru, and the young unicorn, Hodierna.

Dulcinie kneels down and touches her lips with the tips of her fingers.

Dulcinie quietly says, "I wish to tell you a story of the gods."

Dulcinie smiles softly as she envisions Chadatru on one knee before the altar. He grasps a few rose petals into his hand from the earth beneath him, and slowly raises them to his lips. He smells their soft, heady fragrance and inhales deeply before letting them slip from his fingertips to fall back onto the grass. Whispering softly to himself before rising to his feet, he takes a readied stance.

Dulcinie stands up.

Dulcinie patiently says, "He rose from a kneeling position where he had just finished meditating. Though he was a god himself, it just made sense to go outside himself when he was troubled. His prayer was that he would always remain faithful to the deep commitment of right and wrong and receive refreshing cleansing with the choice of forgiveness..."

Dulcinie quietly exclaims, "but his passion was Truth...Loyalty...and Honor!"

Dulcinie quietly says, "However truth was sometimes elusive, as it was now. It was easy for him to be honorable and none questioned his loyalty."

Dulcinie quietly says, "He left the Temple in search of all that troubled him. Soon he came into a meadow, and as he entered, his weariness overwhelming him; he paused."

Dulcinie smiles warmly at the sight of the meadow. The fragrance of earth, wood, and wildflowers fill the peaceful setting and sunlight brightens the darkest places. Stepping back alarmed, you see something so divine you think your eyes betray you! A magical unicorn; so iridiscent, so purely radiant, your eyes are blinded by the purity of the glimmering brightness of her coat.

Dulcinie quietly exclaims, "A mystical creature within the meadow had felt a disruption in the mana streams surrounding her. She was a magnificant creature, full of grace and beauty, her aura shone brightly about her. She rose from her devotions not knowing what to expect!"

Dulcinie confidently exclaims, "She was prepared to face yet another cursed barrier to the advancement of the kingdom!"

Dulcinie sweetly says, "Had not her devotion been dedicated to fresh beginnings with the rising of each sun and the fresh union of heart, mind, body! "

Dulcinie hums mournfully to herself.
Dulcinie paces back and forth.
Dulcinie gazes off into the distance.
Daisy places a hot toddy on the bar.
Dulcinie shudders.

Dulcinie recites:

    "Then they both felt a disruption in the mana streams
     Surround the meadow like a mist.
     Expecting to find a most unholy creature
     That had stolen the very existance
     To the magic that was lost
     - some felt forever -
     But instead they found each other!"

Dulcinie smiles nervously at you and says, "What would happen next when each thought it was the other causing the disruption? Death lay all about. Chadatru had his sword drawn and Hodierna her magic overflowing. A hush fell in the meadow like a morning mist.

A tear runs down Dulcinie's face.

(Dulcinie sees the beautiful unicorn rise up, hooves in the air in defense, head tossing from side to side, as if warding off some evil creature from some unseen innocent. In the distance, you hear the roar of a lion heralding his entrance.)

Dulcinie excitedly exclaims, "Who would have thought that the gods would have advanced on each other that day! Especially one that sought truth and one so dedicated to the rising of the sun!"

Dulcinie quietly exclaims, "but advance they did and a battle was sure to ensue!"

Dulcinie teasingly says, "but on each other they did not advance nor was battle waged. Urrem'tier's handiwork lay at their feet and they swiftly restored life and memories that day. Each working with the other and delighting in the assistance and companionship."
Dulcinie winks.

Dulcinie cheerfully says, "On the following morrow, they returned to that meadow, seeking the other, quietly they bestowed their gifts on two innocents that so readily performed their calling from the gods they so worshipped."

Dulcinie sweetly says, "So with gods on either side, may I remind you that on that day, that Chadatru and Hodierna in that misty meadow...."

Dulcinie chants:

    "Chose a cleric and a paladin!"

Dulcinie's face lights up with joy.
With a graceful flutter of her hands, Dulcinie sinks down in a formal curtsy.
Dulcinie bows.



Xanzie says, "My name is Xanzie. I would like to sing a song for you."

Xanzie says, "this song is called "Frankie"."

Xanzie hums an innocent tune.

Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Frankie's come a courtin'
     Uh-huh Uh-huh
     Frankie's come a courtin'
     Uh-huh Uh-huh
     Frankie's come a courtin'
     All the pretty girls will be flirtin'
     Oh, Frankie's come a courtin'
     Uh-huh"

Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "We'll all be in our best new dresses
     Baby!  Uh-huh
     We'll all be in our best new dresses
     Child!  Uh-huh
     We'll all be in our best new dresses
     And we'll all line up for Frankie's kisses
     Oh, when Frankie comes a courtin'
     Uh-huh"

Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "My dress has a big ole' pocket on the side
     Baby! Uh-huh
     My dress has a big ole' pocket on the side
     Child! Uh-huh
     My dress has a big ole' pocket on the side
     I sure hope Frankie jumps inside
     Oh, when Frankie comes a courtin'
     Uh-huh"

Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I'll be the apple of his pretty blue eye
     Uh-huh Uh-huh
     I'll be the apple of his pretty blue eye
     Child! Uh-huh
     I'll be the apple of his pretty blue eye
     And you'll get the brown one on his other side
     Oh, when Frankie comes a courtin'
     Uh-huh"

Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Frankie done come back from the war now
     Baby!  Uh-huh
     Frankie done come back from the war now
     Child!  Uh-huh
     Frankie done come back from the war now
     He said without us girls it was such a bore
     Now that Frankie's come a courtin'
     Uh-huh"

Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Nine months later I'll have a little boy.
     Baby!  Uh-huh
     Nine months later I'll have a little baby.
     Child!  Uh-huh
     Nine months later I'll have a little boy.
     Same as all the other girls he did enjoy.
     Oh, Frankie's come a courtin'
     Uh-huh"

Xanzie hums an innocent tune.

Xanzie sweetly sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Grandpa's gonna lynch that Frankie
     Baby! Uh-huh
     Grandpa's gonna lynch that Frankie
     Child! Uh-huh
     Grandpa's gonna lynch that Frankie
     It's a regular mob down by the oak tree
     Oh, since Frankie's come a courtin'
     Uh-huh"

Xanzie playfully sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "No one dares t' come a courtin'
     Uh-huh Uh-huh
     No one dares t' come a courtin'
     Uh-huh Uh-huh
     No one dares t' come a courtin'
     Since Frankie's body's a swinging in the win'.
     Oh, since Frankie's come a courtin'
     Uh-huh"

Xanzie bobs down and back up in a quick curtsy.
Xanzie blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.
Xanzie says, "Thank you"



Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

Ladies and Gentlemen, the lovely and very talented, Katrinai."

Low, hummed tones form a soft backdrop for the opening notes of Roxana's song.

The softly worded rendition of the main theme of Roxana's song carries quiety through the area.

Katrinai smiles as she sways slowly toward the middle of the room with all the poise that befits a dancer of exquisite skill.

Roxana gazes at Katrinai.
Roxana smiles.

(Katrinai lowers her voice to a warm lyrical contralto. As if she was speaking to each one privately she gazes into each person s eyes for a brief moment before moving on to the next.)

Katrinai smiles with a rarely seen impish look.

(Katrinai hums deep in her throat, and the visage before you begins to waver, shimmering. As your vision clears, you see a green eyed dancer, with platinum hair falling almost to her knees. The dancer is clad in a gilded, gauzy scarf, worn as a bodice, and a veiled skirt of green and gold filmy scarves that hangs low on her bared hips. Delicate bare feet are adorned with toe bells and coils of a chiming hip-chain loop about her waist leaves her taut belly bare, that catches and throws off the shimmering light)

Roxana leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

A deft turn of phrase keeps each passing note of Roxana's singing delicate and airy, spoken only lightly.

(Katrinai draws a deep inward breath before gracefully sliding to her knees and then tucking them under her to the side, as if she were relaxing in private. A soft rhythm from her castanets begins with a single repetitive tap, each measure becoming more complex, with an element of anticipation in the cadence.)

(Katrinai, with a delicate gesture, sweeps an elegant flourish leaving in its path a wavering, mirage of tans and browns, exploding with colors bright against the fragile background. The sands are not quite as stark to the knowing eye, with no two colors the same.)

Katrinai recites:

    "Where the silent rustle of ages which no one overhears
     Strides ever further over the desert's sand.
     There is no measure here - No counter of the hours.
     The wind reads or erases in a hand span of time."

The melody of Roxana's song turns to a more sonorous theme, dancing in a stately cadence that allows certain words to linger on the air.

Katrinai recites:

    "Come to a time that could have been ages ago or tomorrow -
     To the sun stroked sands of a desert oasis,
     Where a green eyed dancer achingly loves."

Katrinai recites:

    "Is it in vain?"

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "If you listen to the music
     To the winding soulful sound of the east.
     If you close your eyes, tilt your head
     Just so you will see her.
     She rises softly from the sand dunes
     The gentle sound of ankle bells
     Soft silver counterpoint to her silent step
     And the heavy cadence of drums."

Roxana smiles at Katrinai.

A flowing quality colors Roxana's voice as each word of her singing drifts to the next, leaving scarcely a pause for breath in between.

(Katrinai uncurls with a deliberate, languid grace. Turning from her side to her knees, and then, head back, with a swirl of silken locks that tumble with a wild abandon to cascade to the floor. Slowly she moves, inch by melodic inch, arms before her body, with the last bit of her to rise being her head. )

(Katrinai's right leg is thrust forth as she sweeps her arms above her head. Languorously she rises, swaying on the balls of her feet, toned muscles stretching beneath the sheen of silken ivory.)

(Katrinai moves with a self assured air of fluid grace, with each gentle sway, the layered veils part to reveal the ivory length of a lithe muscled calf before sliding back with the next supple step in a frothing of veils.)

Roxana's voice resonantes with strong vibrato as she appears to pour more energy into the next words of her song.

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "Her veils stirred by the warmed heat that
     Rises up to touch her and the day's remains.
     Sun settling down, sending cool breezes
     To bring the silvery night.
     Green eyed dancer with palms up,
     Arms outstretched, back straight.
     And now still, not breathing
     To stare across time into the misty light."

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "Silk tents, bright chaos,
     Reflected on still water.
     Soft silence, gentle music of
     Camel's bells and horses grazing.
     Bangles and gauzy veils of opaque colors,
     On silky tan, wind touched,
     She jingles, though she is still.
     Tilted eyes alive with joy."

A powerful melody is defined by both the resplendant tones of Roxana's voice and her carefully chosen words as she continues to sing.

(Katrinai's platinum hair ripples and flows as silky dancing veils hiss with the lightest of touches over her legs. Her chin is slightly raised in prideful spirit, her rib cage is lifted, her shoulders relaxed - her abdominal muscles, too, are relaxed and loose. )

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "Tambourines, zils and drums now,
      A rising tide - a rushing wind on the grass.
     The dancer whirls in a swirling image of gold and green
     Reflected in the water's currents.
     Moving through the rhythms
     Rippling with the keen of the dancer's cry
     Consumed within the spirit of the movements.
     She breaths in the melody dancing it to life."

(Katrinai lifts her arms up to weave fingertips tracing slow sensuous patterns through the air, adding her own beat to the music as her castanets ring together. Bare feet begin a soft pattering as a liquid ripple of muscles flows over her female form.)

The reslient tones of Roxana's music give way to a lighter one as she returns to singing the softer melody that began her song.

(Katrinai's hands slip under the tresses of curls, lifting it upwards as her hips layer the siren song of a shimmy over the beckoning twist of figure eight's, that sets her hip-chain chiming and the veils swirling about her legs in an intricate caress.)

(Katrinai pivots sharply as the bells cry out. A flashy cadence rumbles through the air from her castanets with a blurring explosion of sound. Gauze flares in a ripple of colored silk, teasingly lifting up and away from her body before floating downwards to settle around her ankles again.)

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "Veils, soft lights, strong wings,
     Shimmering with the colors of the dusk
     Her spirit takes her,
     Free to dance with wind and dark.
     She answers the questing of the music,
     Rejoices with partners unperceived.
     Her image shifting, iridescent in the
     Soulful ululation of her soul."

The softly worded rendition of the main theme of Roxana's song carries quiety through the area.

(Katrinai quickens the rhythm, with a frolicking splash of sound. Clapping her hands above her head, bare feet stamp across the floor in a swirling, dervish spin of flowing hair. )

(Katrinai darts a brief glance over one delicate shoulder as she begins to spiral in an arc of pirouettes across the sand. Her gossamer skirt flares up in a teasing, fluttering calliope of colors.)

A deft turn of phrase keeps each passing note of Roxana's singing delicate and airy, spoken only lightly.

(Katrinai speeds her motion almost imperceptibly with each revolution, her spine bending backwards sending the golden tresses to feather in the air, arms lifting over bent torso, fingers curling, arms rolling, and castanets ringing into the air she spins. )

Roxana gazes at Katrinai in awe.

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "Out in the dusk he watches, lean and brown,
     Black haired and bearded, dark eyed.
     He rustles, ruffling white wind-moved
     Robes that whirl around him.
     He smiles into the shadows of the desert
     To the muted blends of twilight and solitude."

(Katrinai taps her hip chain twice more, the energy of the music may be felt in the air as the tiny ringing floats away. She brings her arms up in a graceful motion, body taut and tall, curves outlined in the light. )

The melody of Roxana's song turns to a more sonorous theme, dancing in a stately cadence that allows certain words to linger on the air.

(Katrinai's arms arch above her head, hips shifted to one side with right thigh forward as the dance ends, leaving the dancer standing posed for a moment, not quite yet released from the woven spell.)

Katrinai sings in a soprano voice:

    "Resonant tones rush then stop and she is tranquil,
     Her magic spun has played the wind,
     And now bangles and bells muted gold on silky tan,
     Wind touched, lay quiet.
     Green eyed dancer,
     A swirling vision of gold and green,
     Reflected in the wanting currents of his dark eyes
     That fades into a sigh rising in the starlit night."

Katrinai curtsies gracefully.
Roxana gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.
Katrinai beams!
Katrinai says, "Thank you much."

Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I didn't lie, did I.  She's wonderful."

Xanzie beams at Katrinai!



Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce Roxana, the speaker of the Tavern Troupe."

Roxana grins at Xanzie.
Roxana says, "Thank you."

Roxana recites:

"I've always dreamed of the day I'd be able to perform this for my Guild Leader."

Silvyrfrost smiles at Roxana.

The reslient tones of Roxana's music give way to a lighter one as she returns to singing the softer melody that began her song.

Roxana recites:

"And now that this day has arrive...I apologize in advance...most heartily."

Roxana smiles.

Silvyrfrost says, "Now I'm worried."
Silvyrfrost ponders.

Roxana exclaims, "Bard Girls Have All the Fun!"

Roxana winks at Silvyrfrost.

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "I went to Silvyrfrost one day, my fingers sore from strumming.
     Is this all it means to be a Bard?  Are no adventures coming?
     'Well, my child,' she smiled at me, 'You're feeling unfulfilled?'
     Pack up your bones, take off your pick, go visit other guilds!"

Roxana raises her eyebrow.

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "I stood there in some puzzlement. I'd seen some other places.
     Altars, stone or marble walls, and a sea of strangers' faces.
     'Other guilds?' I stammered out. They don't all welcome bards.'
     She smiled at me then laughed out loud! 'My lass, you try too hard.'"

Silvyrfrost leans forward.
Roxana blinks at Silvyrfrost.

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "'You're a Bardess and a fine one too.  A natural diplomat.
     Your beauty, grace and charming ways?  Now who will question that?
     Be on your way, go out, explore! You needn't be so glum.
     We're bards, my dear and girls at that and we have all the fun!"

Silvyrfrost smiles at Roxana.

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "We'll tease and flirt and tantalize,
     With sweet songs we can mesmerize,
     No one can win a greater prize,
     You can tell it's true by the look in my eyes.
     Bard girls have all the fun!"

Silvyrfrost chuckles.

Roxana nervously says, "Well, I can try."

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "Sir Darius, his face so stern, I met his worthy glance.
     "Our guild is not for the weak of heart!" He held me in a trance.
     Thrust and parry all night long, I barely held my own.
     Donning his armor at day's first light, he smiled and wobbled home."

Silvyrfrost laughs!
Silvyrfrost blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

Roxana happily exclaims, "I love a good joust!"

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "We'll tease and flirt and tantalize,
     With sweet songs we can mesmerize,
     No one can win a greater prize,
     You can tell it's true by the look in my eyes.
     Bard girls have all the fun!"

Roxana winks at you!

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "Esuin, soft hazel eyes and a manner filled with ease.
     Bade me stay and pray with him, the Gods we would appease.
     Chanting, dancing through the night, swaying to and fro.
     And in the cool blue morning light, he begged me not to go."

Silvyrfrost chuckles.

Roxana playfully exclaims, "That raising the dead spell really comes in handy!"

Silvyrfrost shakes her head.

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "We'll tease and flirt and tantalize,
     With sweet songs we can mesmerize,
     No one can win a greater prize,
     You can tell it's true by the look in my eyes.
     Bard girls have all the fun!"

Roxana licks her lips.

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "Agonar, those great massive arms and chest a mile wide.
     'We can forge your body and your skills,' Well who was I to hide?
     I circled him, he tackled me, our brawling was a draw.
     As I left him in the early light, he smiled and said 'Hoo-yah!'"

Silvyrfrost chortles softly at some secret joke.

Roxana haggardly says, "Stamina is a highly underrated skill."

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "We'll tease and flirt and tantalize,
     With sweet songs we can mesmerize,
     No one can win a greater prize,
     You can tell it's true by the look in my eyes.
     Bard girls have all the fun!"

Roxana brushes a wisp of hair out of her eyes.

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "You've left out some! I hear you cry. Those aren't all the guilds!
     Well, I'm not as young as I use to be, my strength I must rebuild.
     So...be on your way, get out! Explore! If adventure's what you seek.
     I'm loving my life as a 'diplomat' and it's only my first week!"

Roxana sweetly says, "Thank the Gods for cultural relations."

Roxana sings in a soprano voice:

    "We'll tease and flirt and tantalize,
     With sweet songs we can mesmerize,
     No one can win a greater prize,
     You can tell it's true by the look in our eyes.
     Bard girls have all the fun!"

Silvyrfrost chuckles.

Roxana smiles with a sparkle in her eye.
Roxana bows.

Silvyrfrost looks at Roxana and applauds!
Silvyrfrost lets out a hearty cheer for Roxana!

Roxana says, "Thank you."
Roxana chuckles.
Roxana curtsies to Esmaril.
Roxana curtsies to Silvyrfrost.
Roxana says, "Thank you very much."



Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Our next performer is Ryskien."

Ryskien says, "Well, I have a passing voice, and some luck with words. This was something that came to me one night, dredged from past memory at what seems to loom in the horizon of the future."

Ryskien says, "It is a bit more somber, but I think in light of the present fears, somewhat appropriate."

Ryskien clears his throat.

Ryskien sings:

    "Arrayed out before us, came the sound of a chorus
     Of armor, boots, and those mounted on horse.
     From end to end, they filled both field and fen.
     At our post atop the keep, then enemy was all we could see."

Ryskien hauntingly sings:

    "There we were as the smoke did clear
     The bodies were stacked below
     The wind's low moan, and the crackle of bone
     The only sounds to hear. "

Ryskien inhales a great swallow of air.

Ryskien sings:

    "They kept coming that day, and all through the night
     Easy to see, as they marched by torchlight.
     Tens of thousands strong, they knew it would not be long
     Before they would gather and charge to join the fight."

Ryskien gazes off into the distance.

Ryskien slowly sings:

    "There we were as the smoke did clear
     The bodies were stacked below
     The wind's low moan, and the crackle of bone
     The only sounds to hear. "

Ryskien sings:

    "We were to defend that wall, till the last man to fall
     For which we fought into the night
     With arrow and sword, blade and board, fire and even stone
     We beheld the sight with the mornings light
     That down from the heavens dazzlingly shown."

Ryskien helplessly sings:

    "There we were as the smoke did clear
     The bodies were stacked below
     The wind's low moan, and the crackle of bone
     The only sounds to hear. "

Ryskien casually observes the area.

Ryskien sings:

    "Hundreds were dead, my commander was missing his head
     We knew we had come close that day
     To the one thing that, every defender who sat
     Knew was the ultimate price to pay."

Ryskien gazes down at the floor.

Ryskien tiredly sings:

    "There we were as the smoke did clear
     The bodies were stacked below
     The wind's low moan, and the crackle of bone
     The only sounds to hear. "

Ryskien stares blankly into the distance.
Ryskien grins coldly, his eyes reflecting no emotion.

Ryskien sings:

    "What did we learn, aside from our lives that we did yearn
     And a man may be more then he seems.
     There is no telling how, ever then or now
     What way Fates wheel may turn."

Ryskien quietly sings:

    "There we were as the smoke did clear
     The bodies were stacked below
     The wind's low moan, and the crackle of bone
     The only sounds to hear. "

Ryskien gives a slight nod.
Ryskien bows.
Ryskien says, "Thank you."

Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Thank you Ryskien."

Ryskien says to Xanzie, "And thank you."

Xanzie chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:

"Thank you everyone for coming to our concert tonight."

Guest Descriptions


Wanderer Amaurea, an Elven Ranger.
She has pointed ears and jade eyes. Her golden hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a slender toe ring woven with purple and green crystalline strands, a pair of black leather sandals worked with a rainbow of glass beads, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, some engraved silver daestan'i, a sheer ankle-length red chemise trimmed with black braid, a pure white cougar-hide sack, a pure white journey pack, a leather hip pouch painted with the image of swirling autumn leaves, a long scarf simply embroidered with a seascape pattern in aquamarine thread, a soft gem pouch, a gold anklet, a long bearskin cloak, a mist-filled crystal globe hanging from a fine gold chain, a tooled leather weapons harness, a card collector's case and a lumpy bundle.



Dancer Beledona Mosk'va, a Kaldar.
She has violet eyes. Her platinum hair is very long and straight, and is worn slicked back away from her face. She has tanned skin.
She is young for a Kaldar.
She has a tattoo of a fairy ring with dancing Halflings and Gnomes carrying huge tankards on her back.

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

She is holding a glass of taffelberry punch in her right hand and a slice of pudding cake in her left.
She is wearing some finely tanned traveling leathers studded with sterling rivets, a journey pack, a deep amaranth wrist purse, a vibrant blue gem pouch embroidered with golden musical notes, some polished silver toe bells enameled with violet morning glories, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a carved obsidian earcuff, a tightly linked silver hip-chain strung with silver bells shaped like instruments, a leather weapon harness studded with shark teeth, a delicate belladonna circlet, a black cloak beautifully embroidered with a Bard crest pattern in magenta thread, a silvery silk bodice trimmed with embroidered ribbon violets, a filmy skirt of sheer ivory gauze over light peach silk sparkling with latticed beadwork in gold, green, and peach, a spiral silver neithrel band set with hematite stones, some black thigh boots and a crimson suede instrument case buckled with a long tapestry shoulder-strap.



Faithful Belmung of Elanthia, a Rakash Cleric.
He has jade eyes. His blue-black hair is short and fine, and is worn parted on the side. He has pale skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He has a thin sparse mustache on his upper lip and a short prickly beard.

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

He is wearing a lumpy bundle, a journey pack, an imbricated chain hood, a sturdy weapon harness, a clerical collar, a grey hip pouch, some imbricated chain greaves, a blackened steel badge shaped like a full moon, a thick leather wristcuff strung with a relna sudrava varna, a woven shoulder sack, a dark gem pouch, a chain shirt, some imbricated mail gloves, a midnight-blue damask odaj, an oval shield and a domed cambrinth ring inlaid with a sleek obsidian wolf at rest.



Cayene Li'i of Zoluren, a Human.
He has laugh lines and tilted violet eyes. His honey-streaked dark brown hair is very long and thick, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has dark skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He has some light stubble on his face.

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

He is holding a goblet of Droughtman's Reserve in his left hand.
He is wearing an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a small herb pouch embroidered with the crest of Sraan Mhhg, a burnished gold ring bearing the Zoluren crest, a silvery heart-etched pin, a polished ebonwood hairstick tipped with a silver knotwork diamond, a snake charm, an elegant black shirt, some black leather pants painted with blue flames, some elegant fur seal boots, an hyacinth blue quiver, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a lavishly engraved jade incense case labeled "Cay 4 Mayor", a fitted black silk blindfold edged in silver threading and embroidered blue flames, a canvas backpack, a ring braided from silver and bronze wire, some well-made gargoyle-hide gloves, some white hunting leathers, an herb pouch, a silver flute case labeled "Imbiber", a silk-strung short bow with a polished nacre arrow plate, a battered straw broom and a brass-edged mahogany keg.



Minstrel Daerri, a Prydaen Bard.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted blue eyes. Her amber mane is long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has calico fur and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a target shield, a sturdy backpack, a platinum eyebrow ring, a leather-corded Prydaen ancestral bone necklace, a doeskin harness, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a slender cambrinth tailband carved with a myriad of silver-inset stars, a storm-grey felt fletching pouch laced with braided black horsehair, a black long pouch, a black gem pouch, a sable kidskin belt, a jeweled black pearl fingernail, a long supple split skirt of midnight black silk charmeuse, an onyx suede ankle sheath, a thigh pouch, some superb gargoyle-hide leathers, a pale gold satin corset with emerald green piping, some golden riding boots, a pair of long ebony hairsticks painted with white dragons, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a dark leather mask, some reinforced gloves and a Nisha short bow.



Vigil Keeper Dulcinie vonPfeffers of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Human.
She has a heart-shaped face with laugh lines, gold-flecked jade eyes and a freckled nose. Her amber-streaked auburn hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has tanned skin.
She is in her prime for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a white rose encircled by a blood-stained thorny vine on her ankle.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a smokey-blue brocade cloak embroidered with faint silvery cobwebs, a simply cut formal robe fashioned from dove grey muslin, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Tamsine, a pilgrim's badge, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a silver leather carving case secured with a spherical jade clasp, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a frosty lazurite ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, a platinum engagement ring set with a dark red ruby teardrop, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a snowbeast-pelt pouch, a beaded spidersilk sack and a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram.



Aes-Danai Eoworfinia Galarang of Ratha, a Halfling Bard.
She has mismatched eyes, one crystal blue and one crystal green and dimples. Her blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has tanned skin.
She is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
She has a tattoo of a fairy ring with dancing Halflings and Gnomes carrying huge tankards on her ankle.

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

She is wearing some silvered mail gauntlets, a silvered chain balaclava, a silvery suede haversack, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads, an ivory spidersilk shirt with long billowing sleeves, a greatsword sheath, a chain hauberk, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a tightly laced black silk bustier with dove-grey piping along the seams, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack and a black gem pouch.



True Bard Esmaril D'Or, an Elven Bard.
He has pale green eyes. His blonde hair is short and lightly curled, and is worn loose. He has lily white skin. He is tall for an Elf.
He is distinguished for an Elf.
He has some light stubble on his face.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a mousse tart in his right hand.
He is wearing some polished half-boots, some fitted midnight blue trousers, a loose cream colored shirt fastened by mother-of-pearl buttons, a gold ring engraved with the crest of the Bard Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a midnight blue wool jacket with elegantly embroidered cuffs.



Ibec Alshaerd of the Zoluren Navy, a Human Paladin.
He has crystal blue eyes. His golden brown hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn feathered back from his face in a windblown look. He has tanned 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 left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the chest.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a mug of mocha coffee in his right hand.
He is wearing some polished leather traveler's boots, a pair of dark brown leather pants, a green and gold brocade sack, a decorated leather sheath, a full-sleeved linen shirt, a woolen jacket with gleaming brass buttons, a Commander's badge, a sturdy backpack, a pair of deep crimson handguards, some deep crimson armor, a banded silver albredine ring, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, an emblazoned tower shield and a deep crimson helm.



Impalire D'Contracte, a Gor'Tog.

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

He is wearing a tiny blue parakeet charm, some dusty rose pants, a deep red mahogany standard topped with a heavy silver hound and bearing an embroidered crimson banner, a gold jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some black and yellow weepers, a fur-lined vest, a soldier's supply bag, a collarless cotton shirt, a white azalea lei, a delicate white starflower, a thick leather sporran with dangling white fox tails, a leather origami case labeled "Purtiest Tog", a platinum eyebrow ring, a fuzzy gem pouch, some dark grey leather boots adorned with a string of bronze beads, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a hooded long cloak of roughened leather trimmed with white fox fur, a sturdy leather haversack emblazoned with a togball, a gunny backpack, some blood red leathers, a roughened leather axe harness, some blued-steel studded leather gloves, a vibrant white rose, a long-stemmed white tiger lily and a heavy ivory crown with jade tracery.



Kaisier, a Rakash.
He has mismatched eyes, one crystal green and one crystal blue. His blue-black hair is long and curly, and is worn tied back. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Rakash.
He has a short bristly mustache on his upper lip and a short prickly beard.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing an oval shield, a hooded cloak, some saffron trousers, a bronze armband, a soft gem pouch, a green gem pouch, some mail gloves, an ornate scabbard, a blue gem pouch, a fuzzy gem pouch, some scale greaves and a sturdy backpack.



Novice Kajiou, an Elven Bard.
He has pointed ears and crystal blue eyes. His dark brown hair is short and curly, and is worn feathered back from his face in a windblown look. He has fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.

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

He is holding a silvered rapier in his right hand and a tri-berry tea in his left.
He is wearing a battered leather pack, a tiny wooden tree pin, some tan leggings, a fringed doeskin jerkin and some studded leather gloves.



Dancer Katrinai Dainaan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and silver-flecked blue-green eyes. Her strawberry-streaked red-gold hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.

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

She is holding a glass of iced strawberry lemonade in her right hand.
She is wearing a wide cambrinth armband engraved with rolling azure waves, a broad cambrinth armband carved with the likeness of a sanrisi tree, a tightly laced black silk bustier with dove-grey piping along the seams, some black thigh boots, some black satin slim pants, an amethyst signet ring, a gold-inlaid silver neithrel band bearing a tri-stranded braided chain, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a polished gold wedding band, some black opal earrings, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a carved silver pick, a hip pouch branded with the image of a single musical note, a carved obsidian earcuff, some silver steel-rimmed spectacles, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan and a tin wren trinket.



Ambassador Lindryl Jinsaith of Zoluren, an Elf.
This youngish-looking woman is apparently Elven, as she possesses delicately pointed ears; however, her short stature and curved figure are at odds with the stereotypical image of that tall, slender race. She has vivid green eyes and long auburn hair that is worn pulled away from her face, with a cascade of curls tumbling down her back. Her arms and face are unnaturally thin-looking and pale. Despite the full cut and generous pleating, her clothing fails to conceal that she is with child.
She looks young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some peppermint tea in her left hand.
She is wearing a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a high-waisted deep-emerald velvet gown with an underskirt of black silk, an elegant sculpted silver torque depicting pairs of dolphins, some black velvet slippers, a green suede pouch, a coal-black cloak and a beige striped cloth bag.



Warrior Poet Mckatelee Starryskye of Ilithi, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and sparkling violet eyes. Her honey hair is long and straight, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has pale skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing some perfect azure-scaled leathers, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a thigh quiver, a birch-paneled silver mitbiq case, a deep-blue leather drum pouch painted with tiny singing wrens, some dark indigo boots, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a wren feather pick, a dark cambrinth armband inset with a multitude of tiny gemstone chips, a gold-inlaid silver neithrel band bearing a tri-stranded braided chain, a swirling lavender spidersilk skirt shot with silvery threads, a front-laced silk corset adorned with tiny amethyst phofe flowers, a witch ball, an anklet made of linked silver stars with dangling cambrinth moons, some lavender silk stockings, a dark gem pouch, a small ring of solid amethyst and some dark indigo gloves.



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 has some light stubble on his face.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a golden-hued tart pouch stitched with the image of two Halflings sharing a single tart, a red-oaken keg carved into the shape of a sleeping dragon, a polished silver flask inlaid with a colorful carousel, some Olvi hunting leathers with the tiny image of a ram finely tooled on one shoulder, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Herbalist Narandar Harvant of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Gor'Tog Empath.
He has grey eyes. He has emerald skin.
He is in his prime for a Gor'Tog.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a crimson vest, a red satin shirt, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a wide platinum bracelet studded with dark amber, a white gold torque, a magenta journey pack, a blue sapphire kithara bauble, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Empath Guild, some sorrel red pants, some sorrel red leather boots, a dark velvet cloak lined with purple satin and a vivid crimson sash edged with a deep knotwork fringe.



Niteshiver Vodou, a Human Bard.
He has jade eyes. His black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has dark skin.
He is middle-aged for a Human.

He has minor swelling and bruising around the left arm, faint scuffing to the chest.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing an engraved silver white shield, a flowing jade sash embroidered with silver sigils, a spiral silver neithrel band set with hematite stones, a heavy green jade frog with an open mouth astraddle a wide gold ring, a tailored black silk shirt with silver cufflinks, a detailed herb-shaped earcuff, a platinum signet ring, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps, a supple leather belt buckled with a stylized dragon's head, a cut silver friendship ring, a tin guava trinket, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a jade stickpin, a white gold nose-stud, a tobacco pouch, a carved jade bracelet, a silver herb pouch, a silver flute case labeled "samatak", a worn leather arm sheath tooled with the image of a cobra wrapped around a sword, a monogrammed leather weapons harness, a light cinnamon quiver, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, some black riding boots with silver spurs, an anklet made of interlocked black opal scorpions, a glass guava trinket, an ebony panther bracelet, a black opal nose-stud, a carved aqua pick, a tiny silver starfruit cut in half to reveal the seeds within, a jade earring, some fine black cotton trousers with silver filigree along the seams and an Elothean silverwillow crossbow.



Commander Paschein WellBorne of the Zoluren Infantry, an Elothean.
She has an oval face with tilted almond-shaped green eyes. Her platinum-streaked black hair is long and thick, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin.
She is a bit over average height for an Elothean.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of faint blue bite marks on her right wrist.

She has tiny scratches to the chest, an occasional twitching in the chest area.

She is holding some peppermint tea in her right hand.
She is wearing a gold ring set with a prominent diamond, a flowing deep grey velvet cloak beaded in obsidian crystal, a black velvet bag, some soft leather-soled slippers, a silver ring bearing the sigil of Zoluren, an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a banded silver albredine ring, a sturdy steel-banded buckler etched with a fierce alfar warrior, a red rose, a leather cowl and some reinforced hide gloves.



Journeywoman Remey Setapart, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and violet eyes. Her golden hair is long and wavy, and is worn coiled in an upswept twist. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a slice of pudding cake in her right hand and a glass of taffelberry punch in her left.
She is wearing a carved pick, a pair of emerald earrings, a superb troll-skin journeypack, a diamond band, a dusty rose sheath, a small sheath, a snug violet dress, some light violet boots, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a diamond band, a cougar-pelt pouch, a beribboned silvery silk pouch, a thin copper ring and some dusty rose armor.



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 pulled back in a bun. She has tanned skin. She has a delicate design of gilded spiderwebs which angle across her eyes and up her temples.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a red oilcloth hat, a heather blue gown, some black slippers, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe and an iridescent sharkskin haversack.



Journeyman Ryskien VanWasshen of Ratha, a Human.
He has mismatched eyes, one crystal green and one crystal blue. His auburn hair is long and peppered, and is worn tied back in an intricate five-stranded braid. He has tanned skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He has an elegantly trimmed mustache on his upper lip and a long, narrow elegantly trimmed goatee.
He has a tattoo of a dragon made of blue ice breathing white flames on his arm.
He is in good shape.

He is holding some modwyn wine in his left hand.
He is wearing an engraved silver tankard, a long dark hooded cloak, an elegant mahogany grooming kit with sturdy black leather straps, a mist grey journey pack, an archer's brace pad made of silver-stitched pard leather, a simple silver bracer, a tarnished silver whiskey flask, some oiled leathers, a woven grass thigh quiver, a witch ball, a tiny silver ivy leaf bearing a tracery of polished veins, a brass pin, an etched Bard crest pin, an oilcloth drum pouch, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with the Ranger guild crest, a smoky-grey gem pouch, a studded greatsword harness, a shiny circular bronze and glass Kaith Kirm medal suspended from a thin piece of leather braid, a spiraling silver armband inscribed "Kaith Kirm Champion, Qi'Reshalia, 374 AV", a polished gold wedding band, an albredine crystal ring, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, a delicate silver necklace with an arrowhead charm, a hammered steel torque capped with polished hematite, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a pure white doeskin tunic, an open-neck black silk shirt laced across the lower back with glossy crimson cord, a black leather split-strap sword belt with silver inlays, some smoke grey doeskin pants and some soft brown calf-high forester's boots.



Samkim Blaktone of Zoluren, a Halfling.
He has crystal blue eyes. He has cropped blue-black hair and pale skin.
He is a kneebiter for a Halfling.
He is clean shaven.
He has a tattoo of a fairy ring with dancing Halflings and Gnomes carrying huge tankards on his back.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flagon of Glythtide's Favor in his right hand.
He is wearing a platinum and tsavorite ring, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Glythtide, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a gold tart pin with deep sapphire blueberries, a taffelberry stained haversack, a voluminous hooded cloak of deep black nightsilk clasped with a tiny taffelberry tart, a tobacco pouch, a soft doeskin tart pouch with thin leather straps and a pair of old yellow knickers.



Sidonie, a Human Warrior Mage.
She has green eyes. Her black hair is long and straight, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has smooth skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.

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

She is wearing a wide ring of white gold inlaid with dark garnets, some chain greaves, a chain shirt, a sturdy black backpack, a black leather sheath, some mail gloves, a rounded rose-colored pouch, a black gem pouch, some black leather leggings, an open-neck black silk shirt laced across the lower back with glossy crimson cord, some jet black leather boots, an ebon leather cowl shadow-embroidered with emerald-eyed panthers and an oval shield.



Guildleader Silvyrfrost Emiliax, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one silver and one crystal blue. Her red hair is very long and curly, and is worn loose. She has rosy skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a chocolate tart in her right hand.
She is wearing a jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver Bardic signet ring set with a shimmering sapphire, an elegant Bardic Blue gown, some dainty silver slippers, a silken silver pouch, a small silver Bardic Spirit Knot pendant and a heavy midnight blue baladrana with silver embroidery trim.



Journeyman Skarbrae Mirrorshadow, an Elven Bard.
He has pointed ears and jade eyes. His dark brown hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. He has tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a bronze armband, a wrist purse, some darned tawny gold socks, a sable brown thigh bag, a sling, a wand belt, a silver-chased woodwind case, a cord-bound canvas satchel, a studded leather coat, some mahogany brown greaves, some fitted burgundy leggings, a full-sleeved linen shirt, a sturdy backpack, a leather sheath, a white gold eyebrow ring and some leather boots.



Thundirr D'Treni, a Human.
He has gold-flecked topaz eyes. His golden hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn in a tousled, finger-combed style. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a tattoo of a platinum coin hovering over a dirty, outstretched hand on his chest.

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

He is wearing a rough cloak of tan cougar hides laced with leather thongs, some perfect azure-scaled leathers, a cooking pot lid, a long mesh weapon harness, a supple black leucro hide pack clasped with a gleaming silver fang, a brightly colored beaded bracelet, a carved flamewood wristcuff clasped with chrysoprase, a leaf green mask, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, some reinforced gloves and a lumpy bundle.



Trisdin of Elanthia, a Human Warrior Mage.
He has blue eyes. His black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.
He is fairly young for a Human.
He has a short scruffy mustache on his upper lip and a short rough beard.

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

He is wearing a sprig of mistletoe, a dark gem pouch, a blackened steel spiked helm embossed in bronze, some mail gloves, some chain greaves, a chain shirt, a domed cambrinth ring inlaid with a sleek obsidian wolf at rest, a richly embroidered black velvet sash, a twisted cambrinth armband, some voluminous hooded robes, some faded pants, a canvas sack, a sturdy backpack, some sable polished leather boots with chased gold toe caps and an oval shield.



Vailyn, an Elven Bard.
She has elegant arched eyebrows, pointed ears and tilted silver eyes. Her blue-black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn in a tousled, finger-combed style. She has tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has faint scuffing to the neck, some faint scars along the right arm, faint scuffing to the left arm, some faint scars along the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, some faint scars along the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, some tiny scars across the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, some faint scars along the right eye, some faint scars along the left eye.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some peppermint tea in her right hand.
She is wearing a cambrinth ring etched with storm clouds and lightning bolts, a dark jade bracelet etched with the word Fosror surrounded by several inlaid ivory stars, a polished silver cloak pin inset with a swirled indigo star, a sea-green sack embroidered with seashells and starfish, a sweeping black cape cut to display its lustrous silver lining, a pair of sky blue satin slippers tied with tiny green ribbons, a pair of fine kid gloves stitched at the wrist with rich blue piping, some sheer alabaster spidersilk stockings, a dainty drop-waist spidersilk gown embroidered with a faint pattern of white roses along the bodice, a soft-blue velvet backpack embroidered in silvery stars and a red-gold cambrinth pendant crafted to resemble a miniature fireball.



Xanzie Nikatime of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and almond-shaped crystal green eyes. Her platinum hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn in a mop of unruly cowlicks. She has fair skin.
She is short for an Elf.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a lumpy bundle, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a knitted wool tunic, some pale green leggings and a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe.



Bard Xaphira Vonara, an Elothean.
She has tilted almond-shaped jade eyes. Her ginger hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
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 light crossbow, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a black orchid, an onyx panther ring, a spiral silver neithrel band set with small fire opals, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a gold kyanite gwethdesuan, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Damaris, a softly-draped navy silk tunic, an indigo and navy plaid kilt, a chain shirt, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a fur-trimmed navy velvet cloak, a light crossbow, a black leather sheath, some ordinary slippers, a battered leather pack, a black medium suede case, some chain greaves and a carved silver pick.

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