Tribute to Old Bards, 10/5/2002
Produced and Hosted by Dewsong deRosa
Half Pint Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

Special note: Dewsong shows us good Bards never die--they live on forever in their performances and the memories they leave behind.  Thank you Dewsong!

It has been 370 years, 89 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.
It is currently spring and it is night.
You have a feeling it's near the Anlas of Asketi's Hunt.

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 a pitted steel caddy labeled "DRINKS HERE", a mug of Mule Spit Ale, a woven sack, and a dimly lit arch.

Guest List

Aerolan Dae'mondred of Elanthia, a Gor'Tog
Azareal Hearland, a Prydaen
Peon Brablo grimshandler of Aesry Surlaenis'a, a Gor'Tog
Troubadour Dewsong deRosa, an Elothean Bard
Tale Singer Donalisa DeLondra, a Prydaen Bard
Dulcinie vonPfeffers of Elanthia, a Human Cleric
Traveler Gleinion MacCeacht, an Elven Trader
Gweneyth Merjauth of Elanthia, an Elven Bard
Khestryl Nesbitt, an Elven Bard
Aes-Danai Kithria Dustdanser, an Elf
Krystaera Lunayre, a Kaldaran Bard
Aes-Danai Matrina de'Arville of Therengia, an Elf
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
Niteshiver Vodou of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Troubadour Raziaar Dvinegus, a Human
Vagabond Sephirin Altruden, a Human
Shenney Morynna, an Elven Bard
Spellsword Taerus Kei'Urden, a S'Kra Mur
Theelos Ellshathos, an Elf
Warrior Poet Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard

Set List

Kortny Horselords: Life of the Dance (performed by Dewsong deRosa)
Dewsong deRosa: Roses the Color of the Night
Manawydan Custennin: Roll the Die (performed by Dewsong deRosa)
Korinada Dulche: Thank You (performed by Khestryl Nesbitt)
Starlighte Sylvansong: Tor's Quest (performed by Dewsong deRosa)The Troubadour
Mckatelee Starryskye: The Goblin Song (duet by Dewsong deRosa and Shenney Morynna)
Mcdatelee Starryskye: If Only (performed by Dewsong deRosa)
Wyrdscope: The Silly Kolbold Song (performed by Dewsong deRosa)
Dewsong deRosa: A Salute to Friends

Concert

Dewsong says, "I think we're about ready to begin the music... "
Dewsong casually observes the area.
Dewsong exclaims, "We're going to get things started tonight with a lively tune!"
Dewsong exclaims, "So I want all you bards in the audiance to sing with me, I want a nice and thunderous chorus!"
Dewsong grins.

Dewsong says, "The song we're starting with needs little introduction, "Life of the Dance" by that self-addressed wonderful rouge, Kortny Horselords."

Dewsong slowly strums a pulsing rhythm on his rosewood bones, mathing each chord with an intricate dance step.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I was born to the sound of a screaming cry,
     But I will dance till the day I die.
     Ever since I heard my first lullabye,
     I couldn't just let my feet lie."

Dewsong smiles as he whirls around, his cloak and hair flying, as he taps a counter melody with his boots.

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Dance, dance, everyone dance!
     Come on, join in the romance!
     Come on, tap your feet!
     Come on, get off your seat!"

Dewsong says, "that's right, up on those toes..."
Dewsong grins at Shenney.
Shenney kicks one foot out in a graceful arc, and with a dip of her shoulders and a tinkling of toe bells, she pirouettes in a dazzling spin!
Dewsong continues to dance, he suddenly whirls to a stop and winks at you then continues.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "When I was only three,
     A bard came and sang for me.
     With halting steps, I began to sway,
     And I did not stop dancing all that day."

Dewsong 's bones blur as a rapid dance rhythm escapes from them.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "When I finally reached the age of eight,
     Till after dinner I could hardly wait.
     For my family would move the table and chairs,
     And haul out their bardic wares."

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Dance, dance, everyone dance!
     Come on, join in the romance!
     Come on, tap your feet!
     Come on, get off your seat!"

Dewsong winks.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Then I hit the age of thirteen
     And the prettiest girl I had ever seen
     Was swaying to the music.
     Oh wow, that did make me lose it."

Dewsong grabs a girl from the front of the audience and swings her up on the stage.
Dewsong sweeps Khestryl into a dance.
Dewsong sweeps Shenney into a dance.
Dewsong sweeps Kithria into a dance.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Well I just turned twenty this day,
     And that pretty girl has had her say.
     Now I am all dressed up in my best,
     As we start the first dance, at our wedding fest."

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Dance, dance, everyone dance!
     Come on, join in the romance!
     Come on, tap your feet!
     Come on, get off your seat!"

Dewsong slowly changes the tempo to hauntingly familiar lullabye.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Well music does warm our home today,
     Because a sweet baby in a cradle does lay.
     And as I sing softly, she moves her feet,
     To the rhythm of an unseen beat."

Dewsong smiles as he speeds the tempo back up.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "A young lad won my daughter's hand today,
     My daughter would never leave if I had my say.
     But my daughter looked me right in the eye,
     And these words she whispered as said goodbye."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And I guess when I die,
     After my last friend has said goodbye,
     The chapel bell will give a ring,
     And a ghostly voice will softly sing."

A tear runs down Dewsong's face.

Dewsong winks.

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Dance, dance, everyone dance!
     Come on, join in the romance!
     Come on, tap your feet!
     Come on, get off your seat!"

Dewsong smiles as he twirls to a stop, his cape and his hair twirling about him as he bows.
Dewsong chuckles.



Dewsong exclaims, "Thanks for that great chorus!"
Dewsong grins.
Dewsong says, "I'd like to welcome you all to the Old Bard's Concert"

Dewsong says, "As you all know, this is going to be a night of the music that was playing long ago, some somber, some silly, all wonderful... "

Dewsong says, "Tonight we'll be showcasing the works of eight bards, some still with us, some long departed, "

Dewsong says, "I'll be helped in this by three great bardesses, Shenney Morynna, Ariya Wolgamott, and Khestryl Nesbitt"
Dewsong grins.

Dewsong says, "So lean back, get yourself a drink or five, while we take you back into the days of Kortny, Manawydan, Mckatelee, and many others..."
Shenney wistfully says, "Kortny"

Dewsong says, "To get things going, I have to tell that when I first started putting this concert together, I was asked if I was going to sing any of my own songs."

Dewsong asks wryly, "And how could I say no to a question like that?"

Dewsong puts his bones in his dusty rose pouch.

Dewsong says, "Anyway, going to get me out of the way before moving on to the great ones, this is one of my really early pieces, "written before the city was built," as I used to say."
Dewsong gets a graceful rosewood lute inlaid with vibrant ruby rose blooms from inside his lute case.

Dewsong says, "I call it, "Roses the Color of the Night""

Weaving a melancholy tone that saddens the soul, a slow ballad glides from Dewsong's rosewood lute.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "What is this thing called love?
      
     The man at the bar says it's a gamble,
        that it's a game you always lose,
        that if you're going to play, 
           then you'd best get used to drinking alone."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The woman across the way knows it's a line,
        that men drop "I love you"'s like bait
          whenever they feel like getting some."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The children can't define it,
        maybe they know best.
      
     Maybe."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Maybe love is just a lie,
        and lust the only fact."

Weaving a melancholy tone that saddens the soul, a slow ballad glides from Dewsong's rosewood lute.

Dewsong emphatically sings in a tenor voice:

    "No, I could never believe that.
     I have felt the power of love
        and lust is a whimpering thing next to that."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I always knew that roses are red,
        but now I know that they're also pink and white.
      
         I've even seen roses the color of the night."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I've learned that love is a weeping rose.
        It only cries in the rain,
          where it's safe."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I want to love her like a dream,
     But I want it to be real,
     Real for her, real for me,
      
     Real for all the poets lined along the wall,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Real for the man at the bar,
        toasting us with his glass of pain,
         letting hope enter his heart again,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Real for the woman across the way
        unclenching her unlighted cigarette
        As she begins to see
          there's more to love than lust,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "There's even more than a
     A rose the color of the night
        crying in the saftey of the rain,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And real for all the children,
        especially the ones we used to be..."

With an almost lazy movement on the strings, Dewsong plays an aimless melody coaxing the notes into a clean, dulcet tone.
Dewsong smiles.
Dewsong bows.
Dewsong says, "thanks, nice to knock some of the dust off of that every now and then..."



Dewsong says, "the next song was going to be "Library Garden Love," but the bardess scheduled to perform it hasn't arived yet, so we're going to push it back in the order... "
Dewsong chuckles.
Dewsong says, "unavoidable snafu I'm sure, but it does mean I won't get the break I was counting on..."
Dewsong chortles softly at some secret joke.
Dewsong says, "so, we're just going to go straight on to the next one for now"

Dewsong says, "Manawydan was one of the finest bards, a true friend to elder bards, and a paragon for younger ones to aspire to."
Dewsong says, "Not to mention someone that really knew how to have a good water fight"
Dewsong grins at Shenney.
Shenney quietly says, "A flirt"
Shenney grins at Dewsong.
Theelos chuckles.
Sephirin chuckles.
Niteshiver's jaw drops.
Azareal stares deeply into Theelos's eyes.
Shenney says, "Well yes"
Niteshiver asks, "old bards flirted?"
Theelos gently kisses Azareal on the cheek.
Shenney says, "Larisah can attest to that"
Dewsong asks, "what's wrong with a little flirtation?"
Dewsong chuckles.
Sephirin says, "they invented it"
Sephirin nods to Niteshiver.
Theelos flirts with Azareal.
Sephirin says, "it came before the door"
Sephirin says, "and fire"
Azareal giggles.
Theelos winks at Azareal with a playful sparkle in his eyes.
Niteshiver says, "i thought they just wrote about it"
Dewsong grins at Sephirin.
Shenney says, "Manawydan managed to sweep quite a few women off their feet"
Shenney grins.
Khestryl ponders.
Azareal takes a sip of her wine.

Dewsong says, "speaking of which..."
Dewsong says, "Perhaps one of his best remembered lyrics is this one, a tale of gambling and adventure with a little lechery thrown in for spice..."

Dewsong says, "and yes, it's a choral song, so won't you join in..."

Dewsong says, "so we can present, Manawydan Custennin's "Roll the Die""

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "There was a man who loved to dance
     And sing the nights away
     He'd drink and laugh and kiss the maids
     Though none would ever stay
     But even more he loved to play
     A dicing game of chance
     He'd lay his gold with all the rest
     And rob them of their pants"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Roll the die and seal your fate!
     He's bound to win again
     Surely Luck is by his side
     His old and longtime friend!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Every night he'd take the game
     And fill his purse with gold
     He'd smile and buy them all a drink
     They'd glare at him, so cold!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Every night he'd take the game
     And soon his smile grew smug
     And all who lost would curse at him
     Vile thief! or Blackguard thug!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Roll the die and seal your fate
     The bastard's won again!
     Oh look, he's taken all our gold
     My patience wears so thin!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Again he'd won, the night was his
     He'd taken all their gold
     But then a lass came through the door
     Her smile so soft yet bold"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "'They tell me so, a man near here
     Whose luck is solid rock
     I'd challenge him, this man of wealth
     And knock him off his block!'"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Roll the die and seal your fate
     Well, look what's staggered in!
     She looks as though she knows just how
     To play his game and win"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And so he rose to meet her gaze
     A piercing stare of green
     He went to her and kissed her hand
     And leered at things unseen"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "'Yes my love, I'll place my bet
     I'll wager all I've got!
     And if I win a night with me
     You'll spend upon my cot!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Roll the die and seal your fate!
     Oh lass, you know he'll win!
     So walk along and leave him be
     With his sagging chin"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The rules were lain and how it went
     This game of wagered gold
     Whoever rolled the lowest mark
     The victory would hold"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The man went first and threw the die
     Across the tavern floor
     And up it came - a single pip!
     She'd not win now for sure!"

Dewsong shakes his head.

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Roll the die and seal your fate!
     No way she'll ever win!
     He's rolled himself the lowest low
     He's beaten us again!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "He laughed and bent to take the die
     Then tossed it back to her
     She nodded curt and grined so sly
     Straight at that drunken cur"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "In a blink the die was cast
     He thought he'd make the gain
     But Gods above! A wonderous thing!
     The die was split in twain!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Roll the die and seal your fate!
     We'll not see that again!
     The die is split, it's insides blank
     A zero - that beats him!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "He dropped his jaw and worked his mouth
     He lost his shattered pride
     She took his purse, she took his gold
     She took his shattered pride"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And so the man who loved to sing
     And play his game of chance
     Was left with no more purse of gold - Was left without his pants!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Roll the die and seal your fate!
     Take heed lest you should win
     Just take your gold and move along
     Or lose your pants, like him!"

Dewsong laughs!
Dewsong bows.



Dewsong says, "This piece is a bit different from the others you'll hear tonight. The bardess that wrote this didn't quite become as famous, or infamous, as other songwritters tonight"

Dewsong says, "However, when I met this young bardess, and heard her sing this song, all of us there that day were so moved that we all asked for permission to sing it."

Dewsong says, "And so I offer you, Korinada Dulche's song, in her words, "A tribute ... to everyone who has helped someone in need... whether it was a friend, a stranger, a young one, an elder, a deader, or someone lost...""

Dewsong says, "This is her, "Thank You""

Dewsong says, "To perform this tribute, I've asked another young bardess, currently a town crier for Riverhaven, Khestryl Nesbitt, to grace us with her voice..."

Khestryl pulls off some silver-edged gauntlets from her hands.
Khestryl puts her gauntlets in her traveler's backpack.
Khestryl takes a silvered chain balaclava off her head.
Dewsong bows to Khestryl.
Dewsong applauds.
Khestryl puts her balaclava in her traveler's backpack.
Khestryl smiles at Dewsong.
Khestryl stands near Dewsong.

Khestryl quietly says, "Thank you for allowing me to participate, Dewsong"
Khestryl quietly says, "I'm honored"
Khestryl gets a tortoise-shell inlaid mandolin from inside her traveler's backpack.
Theelos exclaims, "HUZAH !"
Theelos bounces from where he is sitting!
Khestryl grins at Theelos.
Khestryl blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.
Dewsong grins.
Khestryl quietly says, "My own cheering section"
Khestryl blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.
Theelos leans back against Azareal with a loving smile.

Khestryl clears her throat.
Khestryl quietly says, "When asked to sing for you this evening, I did not anticipate I would be handed such an appropriate and moving tune to sing."
Khestryl quietly says, "So for all the bards that have gone before me and those that have helped me in my short time in our guild, I would like to add my thanks to Korinada's."
Khestryl quietly says, "Thank You"

Khestryl listens carefully to the shell-inlaid mandolin, plucking the strings.
Khestryl smiles.
Khestryl gently traces the form of the neithrel band upon her hand, a thoughtful look upon her face.
Khestryl smiles softly and returning her attention to the instrument in her hands, she gently plucks a slow tune creating a soft and quiet mood.

Khestryl quietly sings in a soprano voice:

    "There are some who add laughter to the rain,
     There are some who can take away the pain,
     There are some who help with nothing to gain,
     ...to make life easier."

Khestryl sweetly sings in a soprano voice:

    "There are some who can take the clouds away,
     There are some who put sunshine in your day,
     There are some who will show the better way,
     ...to make life easier."

Khestryl lovingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I looked around, and you were there,
      I was afraid, you seemed to care,
     I could have gone on by myself,
      You took my hand and gave me help."

Khestryl tenderly sings in a soprano voice:

    "There are some who will take you by the hand,
     There are some who will hold you while you stand,
     There are some who see everything as planned,
     ...to make life easier."

Khestryl confidently sings in a soprano voice:

    "There are some who will guide you in the dark,
     There are some who will show the path that's marked,
     There are some who lead with an open heart,
     ...to make life easier."

Khestryl smiles and stilling the strings of her mandolin, she continues accapella.

Khestryl lovingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I could have gone on by myself,
      You took my hand and gave me help. "

Khestryl quietly says, "...thank you."

Khestryl smiles shyly at you and bows deeply.



Dewsong says, "Thank you again Khestryl, for that wonderful job... "
Dewsong grins.
Khestryl smiles at Dewsong.
Khestryl says, "My pleasure"

Dewsong says, "it's too bad that Donalisa isn't back yet, as this next song is perhaps the chilliest one... "
Dewsong chuckles.

Dewsong says, "Starlighte Sylvansong is a bardess that has left an indelible mark upon many of us."

Dewsong says, "Whether it was singing about naughty unicorns or giving me this most excellent hat,"
Dewsong takes an elegant plumed hat off his head.
Dewsong waves an elegant plumed hat around.
Dewsong puts an elegant plumed hat on his head.
Dewsong adjusts his plumed hat.
Dewsong grins.
Theelos mutters into the air something about nice hat indeed.

Dewsong says, "Starlighte worked to make the realms a little bit better place, and around her it usually was."

Dewsong says, "This song is one of her more somber pieces, a historical piece set in the Dragonspine Mountains."

Dewsong says, "this is, "Tor's Quest", by Starlighte Sylvansong.""

Dewsong plays his lute, and as he plays, a vision of a snowy night, and a group of people sitting around a roaring campfire comes into your

With a graceful potency, Dewsong strums a slow ballad on his rosewood lute.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Twas in the month of Nissa, And Nissa's blood runs cold,
     We sat around the campfire, telling tales of old.
     Suddenly the wind it blew, and blew in oh so hard,
     And standing in the firelight, was a raggle-taggle Bard."

Dewsong holds his hands towards the fire to warm them up. All sitting around the campfire move a little closer together, making room for the weary stranger.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "He shivered and he looked at us, and tears were in his eyes,
     Icicles on his hair and beard, and holes in all his clothes.
     Pleadingly he looked at the fire, and sat down and heaved a sigh,
     We knew he had been through a lot, but only Faenella knows."

Dewsong nods knowingly, feeling the pain of this young man.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "He asked if he could sit with us, and tell his tale of woe,
     How he came to be outside, out in the driving snow.
     For just the chance to sit by a fire, and warm his cold, cold bones,
     This is his story, I swear it's true, but one can never know."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "He said his name was Torienel, and that he had come so far,
     Looking through the winter's night, guided by a star.
     He stumbled through the snow drifts, and down a frozen road,
     He never in his life had been, this very, very cold."

Dewsong shivers involuntarily as the Bard tells his tale. Exchanging glances with the others around the fire, all agree about the cold.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "He had heard of a wonderous city, all crystalline and clean,
     Known as Shard down in the south, every Elven dream.
     Built from crystals, paved in gold, quiet city, city old.
     Problem was in getting there, across a chasm deep,
     Snowbeasts on the trail, never fail, his feet."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The only thing he knew to do, was take a haunted ride,
     Ride with the Princess now long dead, in the gondola where she died,
     Her ghostly shade was trapped, such a scared little girl,
     Forevermore out in that place, forever in dire peril."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The ride was short, and thankfully so, his hair did stand on end,
     The bump when he reached the south, told him the ride was over.
     Down from the platform he did climb, and started down the road,
     Still chilly here, but not as bad, he could almost smell the clover."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "He rounded a bend and to his dismay, his shock was now entire,
     For standing there not far from him, was one of the beasts of snow.
     Towering over him with tooth and claw, it's eyes glowed red with fire,
     He looked around and saw no refuge, just a twisting, turning trail."

Dewsong gasps as he realizes where he's heading, up the switch-back trail.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "This must be the way to the city gold, the place to call his home,
     And dodging around past the beast, he jumped for the trail.
     Climbing over boulders high, and soon had found a crack,
     Wedging himself deep inside, never once looking back."

Dewsong gets a look of terror in his eye,feeling the fear and panic of

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And that is what he should have done, for in the light so dim,
     He might have noticed where he was, and gotten out again.
     Standing like a statue in this horrid, evil place,
     Was a gargoyle made of stone, a snarl etched on it's face."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Further back he retreated, and closer the gargoyle came,
     Slicing at him with its claw, its wings laid back in rage.
     Back still further, looking now for one last place to hide,
     He took a hit there, in his chest, he was torn up inside."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Listening to this tale of horror, we all shivered in fear,
     Hearing him recall this all, made us think of places dear.
     At once we turned to him, and all turned up our lamps,
     But no more was he sitting there, no Elf was at our camp."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "All we saw, where he had been, was a simple wooden flute,
     With scratches deep into the wood, this story we could not refute.
     We vowed that night to take a look, and find this place so dreary,
     Up a twisted switch-back trail, we walked til we were weary."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "We searched around and found a crack, and knew his tale was true,
     Deep in the cave we hunted, and in a room or two,
     Gargoyles everywhere, and a snowbeast, more than a few,
     And at the back, deep in the cave.....""

Dewsong whispers: A frozen, Elven lad.
Dewsong shows you a simple flute, with deep scratches embedded on the side.
Dewsong sighs.
Dewsong bows.

Shenney says, "Star"
Shenney says, "One of the most talented Bardesses out there."
Sephirin says, "I havn't seen Star in a long time."
Shenney says, "Bawdy too"
Shenney grins.
Dewsong grins.
Dewsong says, "aye, on all 3 counts..."



Dewsong says, "well, as chilly as that last one was, this next is fun..."

Dewsong says, "My oldest and dearest friend in the Realms, who would have been the best man at my wedding, at other things not interfered, is the truly wonderous poet, Mckatelee Starryskye"
Shenney exclaims, "Kate!"
Shenney sticks her tongue out at Dewsong.
Dewsong grins at Shenney.
Dewsong's performance continues.

Dewsong says, "always formal at the start..."
Dewsong just tickled Shenney.
Dewsong says, "anyway..."
Shenney squirms.
Dewsong chuckles.

Dewsong says, "For many years her voice filled bardic halls, and one of my greatest wishes in these lands is to hear it do so again. The closest I can come though is to honor her by performing two of her works, "

Dewsong says, "Mckatelee's repetoire of lyric was expansive, so in choosing pieces to perform tonight, I picked two extremely different selections... "

Dewsong says, "First, one of her happy songs, though she always performed it as a solo, Shenney Morynna and I are going to attempt it as a duet..."

Dewsong says, "Before we sing though, Shenney too would like to say a few words about this great bardess..."
Dewsong grins at Shenney.
Shenney laughs!
Dewsong says, "hey, you told me to say that..."
Dewsong gives Shenney a little prod between the shoulder blades.
Dewsong chuckles.

Shenney says, "Well.. with Kate there's a lot of words to describe her. Brilliant, talented, funny.."
Shenney says, "A great table dancer.."
Shenney says, "Another member of my twisted large family"
Shenney grins.
Shenney says, "Definitely knew how to hold her liquor"
Shenney says, "And could swing a sword with the best of 'em"
Shenney smiles.
Shenney says, "In all.. a true bard"
Shenney says, "Fiery temper, kind heart"
Shenney nods to Dewsong.
Shenney asks, "I miss anything?"
Dewsong says, "sexy wardrobe"
Dewsong winks at Shenney.
Shenney says, "Loved cats"
Shenney grins at Dewsong.
Dewsong nods.
Shenney asks, "Shall we start the song then?"
Dewsong says, "Shenney's voice fits the role of the bardess of the song much better than my own, and I'm delighted to present in this fashion, "The Goblin Song""
Shenney grins at Dewsong.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

    "I was walking through the woods one day
     Just a young bardess by myself,
     When a gaggle of goblins attacked me,
     At least 20 to one small elf!
     They brought me to their village
     Where I faced the goblin king,
     Who sentenced me to death
     Then demanded that I sing!"

Shenney gets a defiant expression on her face.

Dewsong says, "And the goblins sang:"

Dewsong chants in a tenor voice:

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

Dewsong glances thirstily at Shenney.
Shenney gazes at Dewsong.
(Shenney closes her eyes and her voice gives flight to an airy cadenza.)

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

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

Dewsong chants in a tenor voice:

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

Dewsong exclaims, "and show those legs!"

In one sinuous motion, Shenney arches her back and kicks high, then executes a little leap, landing catlike in a jingle of toe bells.

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

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

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

Dewsong puts his lute in his lute case.

Dewsong chants in a tenor voice:

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

Dewsong gets some rosewood bones from inside his dusty rose pouch.

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

With pulse-pounding power, Dewsong beats a rapid canto with powerful strokes.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

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

Dewsong does a happy little dance!

Dewsong chants in a tenor voice:

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

Dewsong puts his bones in his dusty rose pouch.
Dewsong gets a rosewood flute from inside his dusty rose pouch.

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

With a contained ferocity, a rapid melody floats from Dewsong's rosewood flute.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

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

Dewsong puts his flute in his dusty rose pouch.

Dewsong chants in a tenor voice:

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

Dewsong bounces around happily.
Dewsong gets an ebony-edged rosewood violin with a carved ebony bridge and pegs from inside his instrument case.
Dewsong gets a fiddle bow from inside his instrument case.

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

As Dewsong picks out his rosewood violin, a rapid folk song flies through the air with a blazing glissando.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

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

Dewsong does a happy little dance!
Dewsong falls over.
Dewsong snores.

Shenney giggles.
Dewsong drools.

(Shenney brings the violin back up beneath her chin and plays a quick lullaby.)
Dewsong snorts, loudly.
Dewsong snores.

Shenney wryly asks, "Now why didn't I just balm them in the first place?"
Shenney smiles sheepishly and shrugs.

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

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

Dewsong mutters into the air something about being a silly bardess, that's why.....
Shenney just tickled Dewsong.

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

Shenney sings in a soprano voice:

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

Dewsong rises to a kneeling position.
Dewsong giggles.

(Shenney rummages in her traveler's pack to find a yellowed, tattered piece of parchment which she unfolds carefully.)

Dewsong stands up.

Dewsong's tenor joins with Shenney's soprano as she sings:

    "Laugh, Bardess, laugh,
     For ye have joy to give
     And so we let ye live
     Laugh, Bardess, laugh!"

(Shenney breathlessly beams at her audience and catches hold of Dewsong's hand to curtsy gracefully.)



Dewsong says, "This song is one of my personal favorites of Kate's works, and the memories I have of the times when we were having song circles before they were called song circles, just a few of us, or several, in the old Crossing guild, when she would sing this song, are some of my most cherished."

Dewsong says, "This is one of Mckatelee's greatest, but not quite so cheerful songs, in which she sung of perhaps the most important lesson anyone can learn."

Dewsong says, "This song is called, "If Only""

As Dewsong plinks his rosewood violin, a gentle lullaby drifts through the air with a sweet melodiousness.

Dewsong tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

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

Dewsong plays a weary sounding work song on his violin, the chords trudging along with a somber heaviness.

Dewsong sadly sings in a tenor voice:

    "There once was a lass with a hidden heart
     She silently loved from afar a lad
     But never spoke one word of her love
     And always regretted what she could have had
     And he, for his part, was in love with her
     But didn't know she wanted him to stay
     So they two are alone and lonely and old
     "If only, if only" is all they can say...""

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

Dewsong haggardly sings in a tenor voice:

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

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

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

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

You listen with appreciation as Dewsong plays a slow ballad with a subtle, powerful style.
Dewsong finishes playing on his rosewood violin.
Dewsong bows.
Dewsong smiles.
Dewsong says, "I really have always loved that song..."
Dewsong smiles.
Shenney nods.
Shenney says, "Damn but I miss them"
Shenney chuckles.
Niteshiver exclaims, "Up wi' Bards!"



Dewsong casually observes the area.
Dewsong leans back.

Dewsong says, "Now this next song will probably divide this excellent audiance into three groups..."

Dewsong says, "one group will be outrageously happy that I'm singing this song, the second will probably want to kill me for it.. "

Dewsong grins like an idiot.
Dewsong says, "and all the younger folk here tonight just don't know what they're in for, as it's time for what has been called Elanthia's first campfire song"

Dewsong says, "That's right, Wyrdscope's evil classic, that absolutely must be sung by a group, so everyone that can should please sing with me..."
Shenney exclaims, "eek!"
Shenney places her hand over Dewsong's mouth.
Khestryl lets out a loud "Huzzah!"
Dewsong grins at Shenney.
Sephirin laughs!
Theelos says, "oh my"
Theelos giggles.
Sephirin snuggles up to Shenney.
Khestryl does a happy little dance!
Dewsong says, "yep, that's the one... "

Dewsong exclaims, "The Silly Kobold Song!"
Shenney grins at Sephirin.
Theelos giggles at Azareal.
Khestryl cackles to herself!
Niteshiver exclaims, "no!"
Theelos gets a silver-edged short sword with a jade green hilt from inside his leather sheath.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "A silly little Kobold in the first of Spring
     Came near to me and begged to sing
     She snuck around my shoulders and all around my head
     And whispered in my ears, and here's the things she said:"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Oodinay oodinay oodelee oodelee ooo
     Oodinay oodinay I--Love--You"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The next thing this Kobold did was sneak into my arms
     She worked her little magic and she worked her little charms
     She danced all around me and as she danced she sang
     Her words flowed freely and this is how they came:"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Oodinay oodinay oodelee oodelee ooo
     Oodinay oodinay I--Love--You"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Then my little darling, then my little pride
     Hugged me very closely and pulled me to her side
     She said she'd never leave me and when I asked her why
     She shouted out those words again and this was her cry:"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Oodinay oodinay oodelee oodelee ooo
     Oodinay oodinay I--Love--You!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "My silly little Kobold, when spring was finally gone
     Left me in the forest, ending her song
      
     But when again the snows melted and new grasses grew
     I heard a little Kobold, and then I sang it too!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Oodinay oodinay oodelee oodelee ooo
     Oodinay oodinay I--Love--You!"

Dewsong bows.
Dewsong chortles softly at some secret joke.
Dewsong says, "been a long time since that song was sung..."
Dewsong chuckles.
(Shenney echoes Dewsong's chorus, softly singing, "Oodinay oodinay I--Love--You.")
Shenney hums cheerfully to herself.
Niteshiver mutters into the air something about theres a reason.
Sephirin grins at Shenney.
Theelos applauds.
Shenney scratches Dewsong's back. Dewsong smiles blissfully.
Theelos dances a lively jig!
Khestryl grins at Niteshiver.
Shenney says, "I love it and I hate it"
Shenney grins at Dewsong.
Niteshiver applauds.
Dewsong grins.



Dewsong gets a silverwillow picnic basket from inside his travel pack.
Dewsong pulls a blue polka-dot cloth out of a picnic basket, setting his basket aside as he shakes out the cloth and lays it out upon the ground.

Dewsong says, "I would ask that before I sing the last song of the concert, that each of you get a drink of some sort."

Dewsong clears his throat.
Dewsong says, "Even more than a night of song, this has been a night of rememberance."

Dewsong says, "I dedicate this last song to all the Old Bards, whatever realms they many be walking now."

Dewsong says, "This is my, "A Salute to Friends""

Dewsong tiredly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Sometimes, a drink
     Sometimes, a crowd
     Sometimes it doesn't take much at all"

Dewsong slowly sings in a tenor voice:

    "To take me back,
     To old friends I used to know
     Times we swore we never would forget"

Dewsong quietly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Every now and then I take a hard look around
     Surrounded by faces so new
     Where are the ones I once knew?"

Dewsong casually observes the area.

Dewsong sadly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Old friends have fallen,
     New friends surely will
     But the memories make them feel so alive"

Dewsong wistfully sings in a tenor voice:

    "I am the man I am today
     'Cause of all the friends along the way
     I'll always keep them close inside"

Dewsong haggardly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Way back when we never knew
     That life would bring us here
     But songs go on and stories must be told"

Dewsong longingly sings in a tenor voice:

    "Tales of the laughter, and the tears
     Of angry words and kisses no one knew
     Hopes and dreams, and all our great fears"

Dewsong regretfully sings in a tenor voice:

    "I don't know where they are tonight
     Except for within that piece of
     My heart they claimed long ago"

Dewsong emphatically sings in a tenor voice:

    "I raise my glass to them,
     Here and so long away
     Dear freinds, every one."

Dewsong waves a shot of Skullcrusher whiskey around.
Dewsong takes a sip of his whiskey.
Dewsong gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!
Dewsong takes a sip of his whiskey.
Dewsong gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!
Dewsong smiles.

Dewsong says, "I'd like to thank you all again for coming tonight..."

Dewsong says, "Please give a hand once more for our performers, "
Dewsong says, "Shenney, her family might not be as large as Sunnie's yet, but she's working on it..."
Dewsong says, "Khestryl, this might have been her first time on the concert circut, but with such talents and skills as they've shown tonight, it certainly won't be the last..."
Dewsong says, "Oh, and be sure to tip them if you'd like, particuarly since I can't afford to pay them..."

Dewsong says, "Myself and some others are going to be here for a while longer, singing, drinking, playing, drinking, all that fun bard stuff..."
Dewsong says, "oh, and drinking"
Sephirin says, "and drinking."
Sephirin nods.
Dewsong guzzles down some of his whiskey and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
Dewsong gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!
Dewsong grins.
Shenney says, "and more drinking"
Shenney giggles.
Sephirin guzzles down some of his rum and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
Dewsong says, "And, of course, everyone is invited to join us"
Shenney guzzles down some of her whiskey and then smacks her lips and wipes them with her sleeve.
Shenney gasps and chokes as her face takes on a bright reddish hue!
Khestryl takes a sip of her brandy.

Theelos chants:

    "Drink 
        drink 
           drink        
               drink"

Dewsong points at Niteshiver.
Dewsong says, "As soon as things quiet down a little, Niteshiver will lead us of on the singing side..."
Dewsong grins at Niteshiver.

Dewsong says, "and thank you all again for coming, and making this such a successfull event... "
 

Guest Descriptions


Aerolan Dae'mondred of Elanthia, a Gor'Tog.
He has green eyes. He has ebon skin.
He is young for a Gor'Tog.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a noggin of Helmsman's Ruin in his right hand.
He is wearing a salt-stained shield, a teak longbow, a Kaith Kirm button, a supple black leather flute pouch, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, some reinforced vambraces, some black leather boots, some finely pleated trousers with a dragon curled around one leg, a studded leather breastplate, a deep black weapon harness studded with steel spikes, a soldier's supply bag, some reinforced greaves, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a seamless brown leather pouch cinched with ebony leather cording, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a fitted black silk shirt with carved onyx cufflinks, a fine silver chain, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and some half-moon spectacles with azure-tinted lenses.



Azareal Hearland, a Prydaen.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted violet eyes. Her silver mane is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has glittered blue-grey fur and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She has a tattoo of a delicate heart nestled within a pretty red bow with the words "Get Lost!" stitched onto the trailing ribbon on her ankle.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glass of plum wine in her right hand.
She is wearing a narrow gold wedding band shaped into an intricate true lover's knot, a sturdy backpack, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, a belled anklet, some pearly falconer's gauntlets, some lavender steel-rimmed spectacles, a visored chain coif, a wide leather Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, some opalescent blown-glass wand earrings, a loose white mage's robe with dagged sleeves embroidered with the Wind Elf glyph for eagles' wings, some leather ankle boots with dangling bronze charms around the cuffs, a pewter dragon-shaped earring, an ebony and cambrinth ring inset with a dragon clasping a small golden shield, a braided silver and gold ring set with a sleeping cambrinth lioness and a braided cambrinth ring set with a miniature golden pony.



Peon Brablo grimshandler of Aesry Surlaenis'a, 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 is in good shape.

He is holding a mud-stained brass strongbox in his right hand and a sturdy steel box in his left.
He is wearing a canvas sack, an ebon leather cowl shadow-embroidered with emerald-eyed panthers, some blood red gloves, a deep red Kaith Kirm button, a crocodile tooth earring, a pair of brown leather boots with a wide cuff just below the knee, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Barbarian's Guild, a gold amulet bearing the crest of the Barbarian Guild, a knotted leather belt, some bone-rimmed spectacles, a red sash, a spiraling crystal brooch, a diamond band, a brushed silver armband engraved with a large jade glaysker flower, a brass dyrachis trinket, a jackal-tooth wristband, a troll-claw necklace, a nose-stud, a deep crimson patch, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian Guild, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian's Guild, a double-stranded nose ring shaped like a pair of copper cymbals, some oilcloth leggings, a large blood red loincloth with the image of a wild centaur on it, a starched leather vest, a large sack, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a miniature wooden barrel, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a jeweled sword medal, a dented silver cloak pin inset with a crimson glass gauntlet, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a gold pin sprinkled with emerald dust, an emerald lily pad pin, a ruby red satchel, a nightweaver silk pouch exquisitely embroidered with a wild centaur, 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, a beaded wrist pouch, an old backpack, an expertly tooled thigh sheath embossed with a burning phoenix, a weathered sheath inlaid with troll bone, a studded greatsword harness, some blood red leathers and a silver jadeite gwethdesuan.



Troubadour Dewsong deRosa, an Elothean Bard.
He has tilted almond-shaped milky blue eyes. His silver hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn feathered back from his face in a windblown look. He has tanned skin.
He is in his prime for an Elothean.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a graceful rosewood lute inlaid with vibrant ruby rose blooms in his right hand.
He is wearing a cerulean blue lute case embellished with elaborate gold embroidery, a red-oaken keg carved into the shape of a sleeping dragon, a coral pink Truce rose, a spiral silver neithrel band set with small fire opals, a silver earring in the shape of a shield emblazoned with a heart, a dusty rose pick, a deep crimson silk rose embroidered lightly in silver threading, a deep crimson velvet rose, a soft pink satin rosette, an amethyst engagement ring, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a delicate gold rose ring, a fragile black diamond rose, a wild red rose, a dusty rose cloak, a crystal rose pendant, an etched silver medallion, a dusky silk rose, a dusty rose sack, a billowing white shirt with pleated ruffs on the collar and cuffs, a dark red spidersilk rose with blushing petals, a misty white satin rosette, a dusty rose bag, some rich red pleated wool breeches embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines, a blue spidersilk rose tinted the lovely hue of Xibar's light, a vivid green satin rosette, a yellow Insanity rose, a delicate pink rosebud, some crimson steel-rimmed spectacles, a whittled rosewood stein, a misty white satin rosette, a faded rose suede vest, a delicate crimson rose, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a faded violet satin rosette, a deep red rosette of satin with two blushing pink ribbons trailing from it, an elegant plumed hat, a paper-covered brass button, some dark green velvet boots embroidered with twining roses, a creamy white silk tabard intricately embroidered with a shimmering golden harp, a rose quartz anklet, a dainty gold satin rosette, a small rose-etched pin, a dusty rose pouch, a brass-riveted leather travel pack embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines, a marqueterie copperleaf locket and a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses.



Tale Singer Donalisa DeLondra, a Prydaen Bard.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted violet eyes. Her black mane is long and thick, and is worn loose. She has silver fur with black points with black stripes and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.

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

She is wearing a furry rabbit's foot hanging from a delicate silver ribbon, an elegant white mesh backpack with dangling onyx musical note charms, a leather haversack, a short hunting spear wrapped in boarskin, a hollow glass armband filled with glittering sand, a supple leather belt buckled with a stylized dragon's head, a golden finger claw, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a black cloak, a dark glass tankard-shaped anklet, an ornate ivory collar laced with dangling pearl cat charms, a rich blue silk-covered case, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a polished wheel-shaped pendant, a silver and black plaid kilt, a pleated black blouse, a leather sheath, a ruby cat ring, a spiral silver neithrel band set with hematite stones, a misty white satin rosette, a soft leather thigh pouch embroidered with a shimmering dragon playing a hunting horn, a silvery rose, a black leather bullwhip, a fine chain hauberk painted with multi-colored diamonds, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, some fur-lined boots, a walnut and silk bodhran charm, an ivory cat charm, a silverwood flute charm embedded with small sapphire chips, a rose quartz cat bauble, a cured leather sling stitched with musical notes, a spherical cambrinth earring with a dangling silver disk and a coruscated scale buckler.



Dulcinie vonPfeffers of Elanthia, a Human Cleric.
She has jade eyes. Her 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 has faint scuffing to the left arm.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glistening tower shield in her left hand.
She is wearing a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram, a medium shield, a fine silver filigree necklace dangling a friendship ring formed from linked silver knots, a dramatic black silk robe embroidered with leaping red-gold flames and fastened by a majestic golden phoenix clasping a silver flute, a snowy white silken blouse embroidered with the majestic form of a rising phoenix in vibrant ruby thread, some crimson leather leggings, some supple silver-spurred leather riding boots, a snowbeast-pelt pouch, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, a bronze and cambrinth earring carved into the shape of an ox horn, some matte copper toe bells shaped like baby rosebuds, a platinum engagement ring set with a dark red ruby teardrop, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Tamsine, a crystal rose pendant, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, some prayer beads, a pearly-white silken handfasting cord adorned with two golden charms, an ivory bracelet carved with playful kittens, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a diamond phoenix armband, a silvery-white sheath, a vivid green Kaith Kirm button, a silver leather carving case secured with a spherical jade clasp, a delicately woven hair wrap of gold and silver damask cloth dangling woodland violets and ivy, a black silk parchment satchel appliqued with a fiery red phoenix, a pale silver prayer bead chain, a gleaming silver hauberk, a gleaming silver balaclava and some gleaming silver gauntlets.



Traveler Gleinion MacCeacht, an Elven Trader.
He has pointed ears and hazel eyes. His honey hair is short and straight, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a deep red Kaith Kirm button, a jadeite gwethdesuan, some thick hiking boots with polished brass buckles, a brown wool kilt, a grendel-skin utility belt, a thick leather sporran with dangling white fox tails, a full-sleeved linen shirt, a road-worn traveler's cloak and a hand-stitched traveler's pack.



Gweneyth Merjauth of Elanthia, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one violet and one grey. Her honey hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has some faint scars along the left leg.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a Kaith Kirm button, a blackened chainmail robe, a spiral silver neithrel band set with hematite stones, a soft ebony silken choker pinned with a diamond-shaped silver Bardic Spirit Knot, a Bardic Soul Knot hair-clasp, a smooth silver ribbon, a belled anklet, a carved dragon-engraved pick, a blue rose, a braided ivory ring bearing the crest of the Bard's Guild, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a dark amber ear cuff adorned with tiny silver bells, a hip pouch branded with the image of a single musical note, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, a delicate gold bracelet of tiny dolphins linked nose to tail, some soft black leather thigh-boots, some soft black spidersilk stockings, a golden dragon head amulet with emerald green eyes that seem to blink sleepily, a spun glass nightshade flower tinted the hues of darkness, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a hip belt of delicate silver links dangling with tiny enameled blossoms in a rainbow of colors, a soft leather instrument case bordered with tiny silver music notes delicately stitched along the edge, a soft aqua thigh quiver with a smooth turquoise dolphin clasp, a black leather skirt, an albredine crystal ring, a strapless black silk corset trimmed with a flirty jade fringe, a fragile scarlet lace garter threaded with golden ribbons, a black silk chemise with an oval lace insert to reveal the wearer's back, a paper-covered brass button, a woven silver earcuff hung with a circular Bardic Soul Knot, an ebony lyre charm sprinkled with diamond dust, some plate greaves, a forester's bow, a cured leather sling stitched with musical notes, a lightweight carved-stock crossbow, a black leather backpack and a black leather bullwhip.



Khestryl Nesbitt, an Elven Bard.
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 flagon of Rissan brandy in her right hand.
She is wearing a blue and silver harlequin checked instrument case, a carved ivory pick, an ivory spidersilk shirt with long billowing sleeves, some deep ebony doeskin pants, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a spiral silver neithrel band set with small fire opals, a glossy black ring set with a tiny crystal star, a black herb pouch, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a midnight black sheath, a midnight black quiver, an ebony wren ring, a silverwood flute charm embedded with small sapphire chips, a tiny silver desert rose with delicately ruffled petals, a polished silver signet ring set with a rich sapphire cabochon, a royal blue Kaith Kirm button, some soft black suede boots with deep tapestry-lined cuffs, a felt-lined woodwind pouch and some supple bardic blue leathers embossed with a bronze wren.



Aes-Danai Kithria Dustdanser, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and jade eyes. Her honey hair is long and wavy, and is worn tousled. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her leg.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a polished Elven ivy anklet crafted from interlocking jade leaves, an elegant flute case inlaid with fine goldbark labeled "Untamed", some golden dragon earrings, a night-black Kaith Kirm button, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a dark blue velvet dress cloak with a dramatic winged collar, a carved beryl Songsmith bauble, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a delicate spiral platinum neithrel band embellished with white fire opals, some thin-strapped golden sandals, a shimmering scarf of pale golden silk that drapes gently around the neck, an opal-studded choker with a tear-shaped emerald dangling from a gossamer cord, a flowing dark gossamer gown dusted with an elegant array of Ilithi emeralds, a wristcuff of creamy ivory leather embroidered in gold thread, a small Ilithi pennant pin, an exquisitely embroidered spidersilk traveler's backpack, a long mesh weapon harness, some deep blue chain patterned in silvery-white steelsilk with dazzling stars entwined among hemlock blossoms, a thigh quiver, a dark blue instrument case buckled with an intricately woven tapestry strap and a carved pick.



Krystaera Lunayre, a Kaldaran Bard.
She has crystal blue eyes. Her auburn hair is long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for a Kaldar.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a mug of Mule Spit Ale in her right hand.
She is wearing a rosewood longbow, a silver gilt hauberk, a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, some seafoam leather boots with dolphin-shaped jade charms, a black silk scarf, a vivid gold-shot scarlet silk bustier with taut black laces, a jet-black silk garter accented with a tiny ruby heart pierced with a diamond arrow, a furry wolf-tail belt, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a long mesh weapon harness, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, some fitted black wolfskin trousers, a sturdy silver backpack, a black leather bullwhip, a worn leather arm sheath tooled with the image of a cobra wrapped around a sword, a black leather belt purse, a coral glass drum-shaped armband, a cambrinth ring, an herb pouch, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a carved pick, a soft gem pouch, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Aes-Danai Matrina de'Arville of Therengia, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her golden hair is long and straight, and is worn loose. She has tanned 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 has a tattoo of a wren perched upon a fisted gauntlet over a lute of gold on her ankle.

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

She is holding some frothy milk and coffee in her right hand.
She is wearing a cambrinth ring, a blackened chainmail robe edged with silver filigree links, a royal blue Kaith Kirm button, a clear crystal necklace cut to look like a string of diamonds, a pair of polished black leather knee boots, a black silk chemise with an oval lace insert to reveal the wearer's back, some jet black leather pants, a black silk shirt, a tin cow trinket, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a heavy silver armband chased with fine wren's feathers cradling a Bardic Spirit Knot, a carved crystal pick set with a star sapphire, a rich violet velvet instrument case edged with embroidered golden roses, a greatsword sheath, a large silk sack, a spiral silver neithrel band set with small fire opals, a cow amulet, a cow-print haversack, a lacey choker tatted from golden silk threads fastened in place by a Bardic Spirit Knot, a thigh quiver, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a colorful patchwork greatcloak embroidered in gold with musical instruments, a pair of tiny cow shaped earrings and a deep crimson thigh pouch sewn with a jeweled rose.



Mykk Dalys, a Halfling.
He has blue eyes. His black hair is short and wavy, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.
He is a daydreamer for a Halfling.
He has some light stubble on his face.

He has faint scuffing to the right arm, cuts and bruises about the chest area.

He is wearing a vivid green Kaith Kirm button, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, some hunting leathers, a purple tapestry satchel embroidered with a gilded taffelberry branch -- the emblem of the Arthe Dale Trader's Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a curved drop-trigger crossbow.



Niteshiver Vodou of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
He has jade eyes. His black hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn tousled. He has dark skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He has some light stubble on his face.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a flute of orange-flamed arrack in his right hand.
He is wearing a black shield emblazoned in silver with a rearing dragon, an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a polished silver signet ring set with a rich sapphire cabochon, a tobacco pouch, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a monogrammed leather weapons harness, a crystal charm hung from a fine silver chain, a carved aqua pick, a jade stickpin, a black opal nose-stud, a silver flute case labeled "lickme", a lantholite gwethdesuan, a Bardic Spirit Knot ear-stud, a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps, a supple leather belt buckled with a stylized dragon's head, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a jade anklet, an anklet made of interlocked black opal scorpions, a silver herb pouch, a light cinnamon quiver, a fang-tipped bone torque, a thin gold wedding band, a worn leather arm sheath tooled with the image of a cobra wrapped around a sword, some fine black cotton trousers with silver filigree along the seams, a tailored black silk shirt with silver cufflinks and a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes.



Troubadour Raziaar Dvinegus, a Human.
He has blue eyes. His golden brown hair is short and wavy, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.
He has a tattoo of two large intertwining snakes one with midnight black scales highlighted in silver and the other skeletal on his arm.

He has faint scuffing to the head, faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to the left arm, minor scarring along the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back.

He is wearing a blue gem pouch, some midnight-black steel-toed war boots with sigils burned into their sides, a sturdy backpack, an elegant black gentleman's greatcloak, a polished silver Bardic Spirit Knot charm hung from a multicolored ombre silk cord, a dashing black dueling shirt with a shadow-lace ruffled neckline, a painted flute case of blackened steel bordered with bones of myriad sizes and some soft ebon leather dueling pants shadow-tooled with rampaging drakes.



Vagabond Sephirin Altruden, a Human.
He has jade eyes. His russet hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has pale skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He has a tattoo of a skeleton dancing on a bed of fiery coals on his chest.

He has faint scuffing to the head, faint scuffing to the neck, faint scuffing to 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 holding a mug of flaming glogg in his right hand.
He is wearing a chain hauberk, a polished silver signet ring set with a rich sapphire cabochon, a hand-crafted leather music satchel sewn with an intricate multicolored patch, a paper-covered brass button, a fiery-red rhodonite pendant, a silver-inlaid malachite neithrel band fitted with two silver chains, a small medallion strung upon a silver chain, some steel-toed boots burned with the crest of the Bards' guild, a carved ivory pick, a leather-wrapped wooden sheath, a crimson leather hip belt fastened with an onyx buckle, a crisp linen shirt with crested cufflinks, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a stone grey hooded longcoat with daggers stitched on collar and sleeves, some oval-framed spectacles with amber-tinted lenses, a woolen sock, some baggy black woolen pants, a dark blue armband embroidered with the heraldic device of the Stone Clan Militia, a thick sluagh-hide spellbook case clasped with a wicked razor-sharp claw, a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps and a narrow cambrinth armband bearing the crest of the Bards' guild.



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

She is wearing a forester's crossbow, a vivid green Kaith Kirm button, a puffy gossamer traveling pack fastened with an ivory winged kitten, some supple bardic blue leathers embossed with a bronze wren, a dainty gossamer purse in the shape of a kitten with quilted wings, a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a soft silvery harness, a woven white gold hip chain adorned with cat's eye quartz beads, a slender silver ring bearing a delicate ivory-winged kitten, some beaten silver toe bells, a silver anklet of triangular-shaped links clasped with a Bardic Spirit Knot, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a thin gossamer chemise fastened at the shoulders with delicate silver ribbons and a circlet of delicate starflower blossoms entwined with glimmering crystal strands.



Spellsword Taerus Kei'Urden, a S'Kra Mur.
He has slitted jade eyes, black scales and a slender tail.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He has a tattoo of a grinning skull with flame-filled eyesockets on his chest.

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

He is wearing a recurved ash composite bow, some bone-rimmed spectacles, a small blue arm pouch with the image of an odd looking grey rabbit embroidered on the front, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a soldier's supply bag, a black silk shirt with small golden threads woven across the collar and sleeves, a pair of black silk trousers with thin lines of gold thread running down the sides, a belted viper-skin baldric fastened with a chiseled iron dragon buckle, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, an expertly crafted ivory ring etched with the crest of the Warrior Mage guild, a darkened silver ring engraved with a seven-pointed star, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon, a gleaming platinum wristband etched with the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, an archer's brace pad made of silver-stitched pard leather, a green and gold brocade sack embroidered with an odd blue-tongued turtle, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a tasseled leather waterskin, a double steel-spiked tailband fastened with copper clasps, a full length black velvet riding cloak with silver clasps, a garnet phoenix charm tied on a scarlet silk chain, a rich sable leather travel pack emblazoned with a scintillating prismatic dragon, a sailcloth tail pouch embroidered with a ship at sea, a fire agate ring set with a rhodonite stone carved in the shape of a dragon, a pair of worn leather combat boots emblazoned with the crest of the Warrior Mage guild, a cambrinth ring with a black ironwood setting shaped like a dragon, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Warrior Mage's Guild, a chain hauberk, a vivid green Kaith Kirm button, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a necklace made up of a number of tiny rat skulls sewn onto a brilliant silver thread and a cambrinth albatross pendant suspended from a green satin ribbon.



Theelos Ellshathos, an Elf.

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

He has tiny scratches to the right leg, cuts and bruises about the chest area, faint scuffing to the abdomen.

He is holding some glowing Elothean windhaze in his right hand.
He is wearing a narrow cambrinth ring crafted to resemble a curled dragon, a red-gold cambrinth pendant crafted to resemble a miniature fireball, a deep red Kaith Kirm button, a curved teakwood longbow carved to resemble a gnarled branch, a sealskin duffel bag, a platinum dragon head amulet with emerald green eyes that seem to blink sleepily, a narrow gold wedding band shaped into an intricate true lover's knot, a carved black ironwood ring resembling a dragon coiled around a ruby rose, a gilded chain balaclava, a miniature dragon crafted from semi-precious stones, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a heavy storm-grey linen cloak fringed with shark teeth, some storm grey leathers, some indigo falconer's gauntlets, a sturdy black backpack, a cheap tin necklace of interlocking wire dragons, a steel-rimmed monocle, a twisted cambrinth armband, a mist grey arm pouch, a coruscated scale sack, a leather sheath, a blackened steel signet ring set with miniature spellbook, a black velvet long pouch secured with an ebony dove pin, a supple leather belt buckled with a stylized dragon's head, a leather hip pouch painted with the image of a brown dragon holding a red jewel, a silver fishing pole charm, some pale green leggings and some ankle-high Elven stalking boots.



Warrior Poet Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard.
She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her platinum hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.

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

She is wearing a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a black spidersilk backpack, a night black haversack with a blackened steel clasp, a thigh quiver, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a slender silver knotwork band, a black suede garter with narrow silver buckles, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a triangular knotwork pendant hung with a wine-red garnet teardrop, a paper-covered brass button, some beaten silver toe bells, a lacey choker tatted from ebony silken threads fastened in place by a Bardic Spirit Knot, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a blue spidersilk pouch trimmed with magpie feathers, a curved drop-trigger crossbow, a clingy gown of spidersilk webbing interwoven with silver-dipped threads and a frost-covered glass globe suspended from a silver chain.

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