Zazu Concert, 12/22/2001, Daerlynn Concert Series II, Arthe Hollow Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

Quick note:  Zazu's player was obviously having connection problems.  Personally, the way it was handled by Zazu and the guests I thought was superb, so I left in more of the log than I normally might.  Makes for a different kind of "concert".

It has been 367 years, 141 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Amber Phoenix.
It is currently spring and it is early morning.

The sky is clear.

[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 blue polka-dot cloth with some stuff on it, a wood cow bead, a wooden menuboard, a polished wooden bar with some stuff on it, some wooden stairs, and an open doorway.

Guest List

Dancer Zazu Turning'leaf, a Prydaen Bard

Agatina Ravenhuntress, a Prydaen Moon Mage
Asera Ri'sel, a Prydaen Bard
Dancer Austeria Tollemache of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a Dwarf
Sir Cristoph O'Cantingstone of Therengia, a Human Paladin
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Darsalina Thangetall of Elanthia, an Elothean
Bard Espritia Melodics, a Human
Holy Mage Faethe no'Dama of Elanthia, a Dwarven Cleric
Trader Gossford Acheson, an Elothean
Poet Heston Falconsong, an Elothean
Bard Isembard Isimbard, a Human
Kalandas Barat-Sur, an Elf
Kelsander Qualyaran, an Elf
Jester Lethargy Silkyfingers of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Lukka Bloomoth of M'Riss, an Elf
Lyrinal Dra'sadin, an Elf
Adept Magmus Bloodston of Elanthia, a Human
Michie Heartsbreath of Elanthia, a Human
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Balladeer Myrrhina Kalonika of Elanthia, an Elf
Niarian Fae'lor, a Prydaen
Brother Qaton Aletheo, a Gnome Cleric
Qulthirk Krel'zek, an Elf
Gypsy Ridelle Bewarned of Therengia, a Human Bard
Sapphyr Bright-Eyes of Elanthia, an Elven Thief
Shavay Silvamon, an Elothean
Sommelier Vinemaster, a Halfling
Drifter Thyric De'Shadow, a S'Kra Mur
Tiis Veltant, an Elf
Valynn Aerhe, an Elven Ranger
Taleweaver Xanzie Nikatime of Elanthia, an Elven Bard
Dancer Xaphira Vonara of Zoluren, an Elothean Bard
Physician Xochi Saguaro of Therengia, an Elothean Empath

Set List

Zazu: The Smoochie Song
(everyone stalling for Zazu)
Lethargy: Death of Time
Zazu: Drinking with a Bard
Lukka: "Twas the night before last"
Kalandas: The Young Master Trader
Zazu: Aftermath
Zazu: A Dwarven Mining Song
Zazu: Gypsy Dancers

Concert

Zazu asks, "such a nice crowd, did we loose anyone in the invasion?"
Zazu studies the faces around her.

Zazu cheerfully says, "Hello there and welcome to another Arthe Dale Concert! I d like to thank Daerlynn for hosting this event and giving me the opportunity to perform for ye gentle folks this eve. My heartfelt gratitude goes out to ye brave souls who have taken the time to visit with us tonight."

Zazu smiles as she fidgets with her slippers.

Zazu cheerfully says, "Many of ye know me, some of ye have heard my name a time or two, other are probably wondering where the Juggling Girralchi Brothers are."

Zazu smiles.

Zazu cheerfully says, "No worries my friends, you are indeed in the right place."
Zazu nods.
Zazu looks over her shoulder and winks at Daerlynn.

Zazu cheerfully says, "My name is Zazu Turning leaf. I am a traveling minstrel who s heart is always filled with song. My parents Razzer and Matilda, are also bards. Even my lil sister Chabelle loves to sing. As you can see, performing is in my bloodline."

Zazu winks at Lethargy.
Zazu just blew Lethargy a kiss.

Zazu cheerfully says, "I spent most of my youth in Riverhaven chasing field goblins and young paladins. The young pallies would polish armor and I would polish, um, my instruments."

Zazu clears her throat.
(Zazu flips her mane over her shoulder and winks at you knowingly.)

Zazu cheerfully says, "It was in Riverhaven that I met one of my oldest and dearest friends, Bubbinster Bladebender. He gave me a sense of direction and introduced me to a group of professionals known as the Tavern Troupe. Several weddings, plays, parties, and beer runs to Asery later... I am a little wiser, well traveled, and can play my lyre better after a couple of rounds."

Zazu gazes at Bubbinster.
Zazu smiles as she raises her flask to her lips and drains the sweet wine within.

Zazu cheerfully says, "Most days you can find me wandering the streets of Crossing, promoting the arts both sober and drunk. I've been known to host storytelling contests, Improv Theater, and random drinking parties. Once a month I run a song circle with my fellow performers from DHZ & Company."

Zazu smiles and lean forward as she stage whispers to a young trader in the front row, I would be the letter Z in that title, Daerlynn and Heston.. well, you can figure it out..
Zazu gives Heston a smooch.
Zazu gives Daerlynn a smooch.

Zazu sweetly says, "A special 'how do' to some friends of mine who made their way from Theren, Shard, and Asery. And a few others from under the barstools of the Half Pint and the taffleberry bushes here in Arthe Dale."

Zazu loudly asks, "Bah, enough about me. How about some entertainment!?"
Zazu grins like an idiot.

Zazu slowly says, "it was my intention to WOW everyone with a play that Michie, Bubbinster, Asera, Gossford and myself have worked on for a few months now... but we are missing folks."
Zazu sighs.

Zazu slowly says, "so ye all are stuck with listenin to me sing."



Zazu sweetly says, "Let's start with an old favorite, before I share my newer works."

(Zazu takes a deep swig of cloudberry wine from her silver flask and she approaches the audience. She carefully cleans and tunes her silverwillow lyre as she looks over the gathered crowd.)

Zazu cheerfully says, "I will sing for you the first song I ever did write as a kitten about my favorite past time, kissing. Personally, I think we need more smooching and less war in Elanthia. I mean, it is pretty difficult to slit someones throat if you are thinking of a smoochie. At least, that is my take on it. So, I will sing The Smoochie Song, by Zazu Turning'leaf in hopes of encouraging more smoochies."

Zazu gets a delicate silverwillow lyre embellished with carved mermaids and seashells from inside her silver backpack.

(Zazu grins at the crowd as she begins to play her silverwillow lyre in a very up beat 4/4 time. She settles down into a folksie melody as she begins her song.)

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "As a kit in my youth, I was terribly shy
     (My littermates oft told me so)
     But after my first smoochie
     I was just the kitten to know!"

(Zazu taps her foot absently to the tempo created by the notes cascading from her silverwillow lyre.)

Zazu teasingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "But what is in a smoochie?
     I often wonder on this.
     If what he wants is a smoochie
     What can I expect for a kiss?"

(Zazu smacks her lips into a wry smile as she looks over the crowd, her music merges playfully with her words.)

Zazu sweetly says, "Alrighty, for those paying attention, here's the chorus."
Zazu smiles as she winks at you knowingly.

Zazu playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "So Smooch me here, smooch me there
     Just be careful not to smooch up my hair!
     Pucker your lips, for a soft gentle kiss
     And smooch the nose you can't resist!!"

Zazu smiles oddly as she wrinkles her nose and flips her mane over her shoulder.

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Cuz everyone loves a smoochie!
     (I get them all the time)
     Oh everyone loves a smoochie!
     Kick back and pass the wine!"

(Zazu grins broadly as her fingers pause momentarily on her lyre. Quickly, she drains some cloudberry wine from her flask and picks up the beat on her silverwillow lyre.)

Zazu sweetly says, "not used to having folks able to sing with me"

Zazu slowly sings in a soprano voice:

    "As smoochies come and smoochies go
     I find them hard to compare.
     Smoochies for friends and that special beau
     I get smoochies from everywhere!"

(Zazu winks at you playfully as she flicks her tail from side to side.)

Zazu emphatically sings in a soprano voice:

    "When you find a perfect smoochie
     One that you really want to keep
     Hold on to the lad or lassie
     And smooch them in their sleep!"

Zazu smiles gently for a moment, her music slows before picking up again.

Zazu mischievously exclaims, "Time to grab yer beer again! Here's the chorus. Sing it with me!"
Zazu's ears perk up happily.

Zazu playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "So smooch me here, smooch me there
     Just be careful not to smooch up my hair!
     Pucker your lips, for a soft gentle kiss
     And smooch the nose you can't resist!!"

Zazu wrinkles her nose.
Zazu smiles oddly as she wrinkles her nose and flips her mane over her shoulder.

Heston sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Smooch the nose you can't resist!"

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Cuz everyone loves a smoochie!
     (I get them all the time)
     Oh everyone loves a smoochie!
     Kick back and pass the wine!"

Zazu purrs happily in Heston's general direction.
Zazu's tail undulates lazily through the air.

(Zazu blows a kiss to the audience and raises her flask once again for a quick sip of her wine.)

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "One last thought on smoochies today
     As they line up for one last kiss
     Smoochies are fun in every way
     Unless you happen to miss!"

(Zazu winks playfully at you and smooches her silverwillow lyre before taking a graciously deep bow.)



Zazu says, "always a good way to start the evening"
Zazu stretches.

Zazu cheerfully asks, "How many folks here be drinking?"
Zazu giggles.
Zazu gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

Zazu cheerfully asks, "so how bout a drinking song?"
Zazu casually observes the area.

Zazu recites:

"A few of us know what it is like to fall in love. A great deal more of us know about lust, desire, and having a good time. So many songs are written about true love. I decided to write something a little closer to my heart...drinking!"

Zazu gets a tall pewter tankard labeled "Bard Juice" from inside her silver backpack.

(Zazu grins as she guzzles down a quick pint of ale and stifles a belch before continuing.)

Zazu gazes at her tankard.
Zazu mischievously says, "I had to label it so I'd know which one was mine."
Zazu giggles a little oddly.
Zazu rubs a tall pewter tankard labeled "Bard Juice".

Zazu cheerfully exclaims, "This song is not just about drinking! Oh no, it is also about having a good time! Actually, it is about yers truly falling for an accomplished older bard!"

Zazu loudly says, "My friends, grab a pint of ale and hold on to yer honey. Feel free to join in the chorus with me! I call this one, "Drinking with a Bard," by Zazu Turning'leaf."

[ed. Zazu's "freezes"]

Kalandas says, "Zazu hasn't had enough to drink... I think... She's fallin' asleep."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "It's Zazu's little drinking song
     I know you've come to hear,
     But if her tongue is truly tied,
     Just sit back, drink your beer...."

Heston says, "She's just giving us time to get good and drunk before the drinking song."
Kalandas says, "Just being... Thoughtful."
Daerlynn says, "Pondering..."
Heston says, "Dramatic pause."
Xaphira says, "Very dramatic."
Kalandas says, "Very Pause."
Daerlynn says, "Vary.. pausey.."
(Heston puts Zazu in a silly pose)
Lethargy says, "with Zazu, it's Dramatic Paws."
Mykk says, "We could sing it without her. Wouldn't that be a nice how-do-you-do when she regains lucidity."
Lethargy says, "I mean, it's the only Pawsible explanation."
Daerlynn says, "Oh Leth!! You are impawsible."
Kalandas says, "Tail us another one Leth."
Daerlynn exclaims, "Leth is pawsitively amazing!"
Lethargy says, "well, it's way pawst my bedtime, but I'll try...."

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "If beer ain't right or just tastes ick
     Then pour a dram of ale
      we'll dim the lights and grope about
     Not missing Lethargy's tail"

Kalandas says, "How 'bout a limmerick instead..."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Like all other girls in the village,
     Leth needed a sweetie tae 'pillage'...
     Zazu volunteered,
     And Lethie was cheered,
     'cause Zaz is no right but a Prydvilege!"

Heston sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "I wandered from the beaten trail
     Floundering about from too much ale
     When I froze with a start
     Snarfing on my tart
     Face to face with a scaley tail!"

Mykk recites:

    "An Olvi fresh out of jail
     Was thirsty for women and ale.
       I said with a grin
       "If you're looking for sin,
     The best place for you is the Dale!""

Lethargy teasingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "They say bards are good at 'the dance',
     And especially good at romance-
     But I truly think
     That their strength lies in drink,
     And getting in each other's pants!"

Kalandas recites:

    "Lethargy's a bard what loves a good pun
     She'll tell ya it's all in good fun
     She twists words
     Like forges bend swords
     And the groans are had by the ton."

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "We wonder about Zazu and Leth
     Is there no parting til death?
     Or is it just moaning
     And writhing and groaning
     With nary a rest?"

Heston sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:

    "Oh there's a S'Kra with a mouth
     Whose limmericks lead us to all points south
     Her puns make us moan
     Her songs make us groan
     And Pluck Yew makes us laugh til we Ralph!"

Mykk quietly says, "Raise yer tankards and drink'er up, drain another glass..."
Mykk hums to himself.

Daerlynn sings in an alto voice:

    "Oh the thought makes me pale
     Of what they may do with their tail
     But if wonder you do
     Line up in a queue
     I surely have tickets for sale!"

Daerlynn exclaims, "Ok... Lethargy is going to entertain us... not that she already isnt!"

Lethargy flexes, starts to move slowly, but exagerratingly muscularly, and mumbles in passable gor tog: "Someone asked for a gor tog?"
Lethargy makes a grunting noise.

Heston offers Lethargy some sugared strawberries.
Heston says, "Gobble."
Heston grins.

Lethargy scratches an armpit. With her tail. It's Kalandas' armpit.

Lethargy accepts Heston's sugared strawberries.

Kalandas recites:

    "Bubb loves to dance and drop trou
     And he'll do it whatever you do
     Just look away
     For most of the day
     And hope he's not going to stay."

Kalandas says, "Drat."
Heston giggles.
Daerlynn giggles.
Kalandas says, "Funny, but not a Limmerick. I must need another drink."

Kalandas guzzles down some of his brandy and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
Kalandas gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!
Kalandas guzzles down some of his brandy and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
Kalandas gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!
Kalandas guzzles down some of his brandy and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
Kalandas gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!

Lethargy sniffs at the strawberries, and gobbles them all in one fell swoop.

Kalandas recites:

    "Bubb loves to dance and drop trou
     And he'll do it whatever you do
     Just look away
     For most of the day
     And try to just dodge his dew..."

Kalandas says, "Worse, and yet better."



Lethargy says, "oh, Daer introduced me."
Lethargy waves her hands around.
Daerlynn exclaims, "Once again... Lethargy will sing!!"

Lethargy says, "um, since we're all in a silly mood, how about I sing something equivalent."

Lethargy asks, "anybody here in the room tonight remember the realms before we had Andu and anlas?"

Lethargy playfully says, "raise yer hands."
Lethargy raises her hand.

Lethargy says, "oh gods, I'm older than 90% of the people here."
A tear runs down Lethargy's face.

Magmus says, "Was there at the obelisk...when it happened"
Magmus strokes his stubble in thoughtful contemplation.
Magmus takes a sip of his beer.
Lethargy beams at Magmus!

Lethargy says, "then I offer this song, in remembrance."

Lethargy playfully says, "Ladies and Gentlemen, 'tis me pleasure tae sing fer ye a song of the Death of Time, composed by Lethargy Silkfingers (to the tune of American Pie by Talesinger Mclean, from beyond the portal)."

Lethargy clears her throat.

Lethargy wistfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "A few, short andu ago, I can still remember how they used tae tell us time."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "And I knew if I had my chance
     That at the sky I could take a glance
     And all would be so clear and so sublime."

Lethargy hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "But the month of Lirisa made me shiver
     Despite the glad songs I delivered.
     Bad news on the new gweths:
     'Twas getting hard to draw breaths."

Zazu just left.

Lethargy sadly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I can't remember if I cried
     When I saw the names of all who died-
     But charred they were, and I mean fried!
     The day, the "old time", died."

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

    "And we were singing....Bye bye miss Elanthian Pie
     Took the south road to the river, but the river was dry.
     I stood on the bank and ate taffelberry pie
     Singin' this would be the day that I die...this would be the day that I die."

Lethargy sways gracefully about in an elegant dance.

Lethargy smiles as she increases the tempo.

Lethargy regretfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "'Twas a day that started, bright and warm-
     Punctuated by a lightning storm:
     Then came upon us, a DS swarm
     The day, the "old time" died."

Lethargy loudly sings in a soprano voice:

    "And wouldn't ye know, so many died,
     That favors, ran out like the tide!
     I sipped some Pale Ale and I cried
     The day, the "old time" died."

Lethargy smiles as she moves into the chorus.
Zazu just arrived.

Kalandas's countertenor and Lukka's soprano join with Lethargy's soprano as she sings:

    "And we were singing....Bye bye miss Elanthian Pie
     Took the south road to the river, but the river was dry.
     I stood on the bank and ate taffelberry pie
     Singin' this would be the day that I die...this would be the day that I die."

Lethargy painfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "And as I watched, the empaths healed,
     The clerics raised, Elanthia reeled.
     The anlas of "new time", was revealed-
     The day, the "old time" died."

Kalandas's countertenor and Lukka's soprano join with Lethargy's soprano as she sings:

    "And we were singing....Bye bye miss Elanthian Pie
     Took the south road to the river, but the river was dry.
     I stood on the bank and ate taffelberry pie
     Singin' this would be the day that I die...this would be the day that I die."

Lethargy dreamily sings in a soprano voice:

    "Now I'm a girl who sings the blues,
     And I'm looking for some happy news,
     But there's just none there to be had."

Lethargy smiles regretfully.

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "Then I went down to the nearest inn
     And I ordered whiskey, rye, and gin.
     But even those friends couldn't cheer me glad."

Lethargy tiredly sings in a soprano voice:

    "And in the streets, the rangers screamed-
     The clerics cried and the moonies dreamed-
     But nae a word were spoken
     All hourglasses broken!"

Lethargy painfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "And the three things that I admire most:
     A song, a jest, and a hearty toast.
     They seem all hazy, like a ghost-
     Since, the 'old time'...died."

Lethargy smiles as she softly draws to close...

Lethargy longingly sings in a soprano voice:

    "So bye bye miss Elanthian Pie
     Took the south road to the river, but the river was dry.
     I stood on the bank and ate taffelberry pie
     Singin' this would be the day that I die...this would be the day that I die."

Lethargy curtsies.

Lethargy recites:

    "We now return you to your originally scheduled program."

Daerlynn exclaims, "Thank you Leth!!"



Daerlynn exclaims, "And now... Zazu!!"

Zazu exclaims, "ah, my friends, lets try that song again. Sing with me if ye can. We are gonna drink it up!"

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "When I was just a young lass, oh I was led astray
     I met up with a pretty bard, up Langerfirth way
     We were out in all weathers, we wore out all our shoes
     We went up Theren's way to drink a pint of booze!"

(Zazu glances at her tankard then winks at a young man in the audience. Her hand never tires as she maintains a steady drumming on the skin of her bodhran.)

Lethargy stands near Kalandas.
Kalandas says, "We been doin' nothin' but drink since you left."
Zazu winks at Kalandas.
Kalandas scratches Lethargy's back. Lethargy smiles blissfully.
Lethargy chuckles.

Zazu playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Now some folks say that Dwarven Ale is fine
     Others swear by Savrin's Nectar or Cloudberry Wine
     But as for myself I've two bottles of each
     And a keg of blueberry brandy just within my reach."

(Zazu bends down to grab her tankard and takes a quick swig. She taps her leg with the tipper as she begins the chorus.)

Zazu loudly exclaims, "Come on now, I'll sing it once, then I'll have ye join in!"

Zazu smiles as she points directly at you!

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Raise yer tankards and drink'er up!
     Drain another glass!
     It's well past ten
     Didn't we just begin?
     The ale it flows so fast!"

Zazu cheerfully asks, "Ready to try that one again?"

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

    "Raise yer tankards and drink'er up!
     Drain another glass!
     It's well past ten
     Didn't we just begin?
     The ale it flows so fast!"

Zazu playfully exclaims, "A drinking song require drinking! So raise yer tankards and drain them in a toast to all who love to sing and boast!"

(Zazu sets down her tankard and picks up the beat again on her bodhran. A flutter of deep notes fill the air.)

Zazu sweetly sings in a soprano voice:

    "And when in the evening, when we were feeling fine
     We stopped off at the Baron's Table for a flask of wine
     The pretty bard, sang through the night, rousing tales of yore
     He filled my head with fancy words, and I was wanting more!"

Zazu mischievously exclaims, "Oh yes, I was wanting much more!"
Zazu gazes at Kalandas.

(Zazu swings her hips and spins around, dipping her shoulders low to the floor. Her tail playfully curls in tight coils before swaying slowly through the air. Quickly, brushing her hair from her face, Zazu picks up the beat once again on her bodhran.)

Kalandas casually observes the area.
Kalandas winks at Zazu.
Toe bells jangling rhythmically, Lethargy stamps her feet in a light shimmer of sound.

Zazu quietly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I grabbed a pint and drained it fast, an beat a tune on my drum
     I tried to sing, forgot some words, but smiled at everyone
     The pretty Bard was most amused when I began to wail
     He danced a jig on the tabletops while guzzling his ale!"

Zazu sweetly exclaims, "I promise I didn't look under his kilt!"
Zazu flirts with Kalandas.
Kalandas does a happy little dance!
Kalandas adjusts his war kilt.
Kalandas exclaims, "She did so!"

Zazu smiles brightly at the audience as she drops her bodhran to her side. She playfully spins about in a carefree dance and the fabric of her gown flutters, exposing glimpses of her legs.

Kalandas's war kilt says, "I was there... She peeked."

Zazu smiles sweetly.
Zazu smiles as she points directly at you!

Zazu loudly asks, "Time for the chorus again! Are ye ready to sing with me?"
Xanzie gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

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

    "Raise yer tankards and drink'er up!
     Drain another glass!
     It's well past ten
     Didn't we just begin?
     The ale it flows so fast!"

Zazu cheerfully exclaims, "One more time with a bit more feeling!"

(Zazu hefts her bodhran just above her hand and drums three loud rounds of pausing beats that nearly stop your heart.)

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

    "Raise yer tankards and drink'er up!
     Drain another glass!
     It's well past ten
     Didn't we just begin?
     The ale it flows so fast!"

Zazu playfully exclaims, "Are we drinking enough? I say we need another round!"
Kalandas shows Zazu his war kilt.
Zazu shakes her head.
Zazu grins like an idiot.

(Zazu reaches down and takes a long drink of cloudberry wine from her tankard. She composes her self with a silly grin and performs an impressive pirouette. Zazu stops suddenly and wobbles a bit trying to regain her balance. She raises her bodhran and hits it with her tipper, slowing the beat considerably.)
Kalandas takes a sip of his brandy.
Zazu hiccups.

Zazu slowly sings in a soprano voice:

    "And early in the morning I woke feeling rough
     I cursed the barkeep and all the folks who sold me this stuff
     I wish my head would ache no more, but then its half past noon!
     The pretty bard snores too loud, tho it seems to be in tune...."

Zazu winks at Kalandas.
Zazu playfully says, "Now that's a trick, snoring in tune! Must be a bard thing."
Kalandas exclaims, "Snore! I never!"

Zazu haggardly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Now some folks say a cold bath is the perfect cure
     Others swear by hazelnut coffee, but that I can't endure!
     As for myself I think I'll try another pint of beer
     And sing a song of good eats to spread a little cheer!"

(Zazu giggles and winks at you. She picks up the pace and taps out a rush of playful notes on her drum.)

Zazu cheerfully exclaims, "Now, let's start back where we began... first a drink!"

Zazu smiles as she reaches down and grabs her tankard, leaning forward just a little too much. She miscalculates and tumbles towards the front row in a blur of watersilk. She lands on her rear, clutching her drum to her breast and raising her tankard high in a toast!

Zazu mischievously exclaims, "Well now, that was a close call!"

Zazu gazes at Kalandas.

Zazu quietly exclaims, "I dinnae look!"

Zazu smiles as she sets her tankard beside her knee and resumes playing her bodhran.

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "When I was just a young lass, oh I was led astray
     I met up with a pretty bard, up Langerfirth way
     We were out in all weathers, we wore out all our shoes
     We went up Theren's way to drink a pint of booze!"

(Zazu stops playing her instrument long enough to grab her tankard and raise it to the audience. Grinning, she hollers, "A toast!" before finishing her song.)

Zazu just left.
Zazu just arrived.

(Zazu drains her tankard and drops it to the ground. She beats out a few decisive notes on her bodhran as the final words fade. Zazu effortlessly unfolds her legs and stands gracefully before the crowd before she bows deeply from the waist. She hiccups several times then waves to the audience.)

Zazu grins like an idiot.
Zazu gives Kalandas a smooch.
Zazu says, "thanks for bein a sport"
Zazu winks at Kalandas.

Zazu just left.
Zazu just arrived.
Zazu stretches.

Heston asks, "We lose her again?"
Daerlynn says, "Looks like it..."



Daerlynn exclaims, "Lukka will sing us a song then!!"

Lukka says, "okies, oldy but moldy"

Lukka says innocently, "I like to call this song, The ballad of two drunks that stumbled into the guild hall thinkin they St. Bard..as I sat innocently watching....as usual"

Lukka smirks.

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "Twas the night before last
     And all through the hall
     Not a creature was kissing
     So.. we can't win em all
     With Rupp in the doghouse and Kith on the wail
     I had just settled down with a fine mug of ale"

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "When out in the foyer I heard such a scuffle
     I knew it was Wrister, I saw the pink ruffle
     When what to my wondering eyes should appear
     But a wobbly caravan with Tykree in the rear!"

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "They fumbled their way to pulling the chime
     I think it in hopes that Lethargy had wine
     We heard them proclaim, or mumbled I thought
     A chimney they needed, a roof that they sought"

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "See, they argued a lot, which one was St. Bard
     Wrister had thought he best filled the card
     But Tykree had a way bout decking a hall
     Round then it went, both heeding the call"

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "Hearing the chime swift Sephirin jumped up
      He pointed the way, was simple just up
     Poor poor Stelling knocked over by their caravan Sleigh
     Yet I don't think he noticed, he kept whispering away"

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "As they scaled the guild wall, a song through the breeze
     On Razzer, On Mati, On Shavay with ease
     On Dewsong, on Roxi, Useff on knees?
     Just get us aloft and don't spill it please!"

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "As you might imagine, the room became quiet
     A rare thing you say, a hall without riot
     Well yes my dear friends forsaw the great farce
     Wrist and Tykree fall straight on their arse!"

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "We ALL heard the thumping before actually seen
     The bottles came flying, the language not clean
     They fell down the chimney like a bards on a mission
     Or just like the way our dear Natole's been kissin"

Lukka sings in a soprano voice:

    "They stuffed the whole shelf with pretzels and beer(empties mind you)
     An a *stiff* one fer Sil, well, cause she's SUCH a dear
     We heard them exclaim as they dashed out again
     Piss on you all, FREE beer at the Inn!! "

Lukka curtsies.



Kalandas asks, "Anyone here not hear the Coachman song?"

Kalandas clears his throat.
Kalandas takes a sip of his brandy.

Kalandas recites:

    "I shall now sing:

     The Young Master Trader"

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I once took a job as a coachman
     My money was paid in advance
     I then took a trip off to Haven
     With A trader who left little to chance..."

Kalandas leans to his left slightly.
Kalandas leans to his right slightly.

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "There I met a charming young lady
     Who addressed me and said with a smile
     Young Man, I'm in need of a coachman
     To drive me in old fashioned style."

Kalandas does a happy little dance!

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Oh' She was such a charming young Lady
     A Lady of Highest renown.
     And I being a dashing young coachman,
     I drove her ten times round the town...."

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "She took me on down to the cellar
     And filled me with whiskey so quick
     I hadn't been there many moments
     When she asked for a look at my whip!"

Kalandas covers his mouth with his hand.
Kalandas exclaims, "Me whip!"
Kalandas babbles incoherently.

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "She held it, She viewed it a moment
     And she then laid it down with a smile
     Dear man by the look and the length of thy slash
     You could drive the best part of ten mile..."

Kalandas does a happy little dance!

Kalandas takes a sip of his brandy.
Kalandas gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Oh' She was such a charming young Lady
     A Lady of Highest renown.
     And I being a dashing young coachman,
     I drove her ten times round the town...."

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "She bid me get up to the chaise box
     So I climed right up to the seat
     Three swishes I gave with my cracker
     And drover her right down the high street."

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "I handled my whip with deft judgement
     Until I was up to her ways
     But the very first turn that I gave at the wheel
     I broke the main spring of her chaise."

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Oh' She was such a charming young Lady
     A Lady of Highest renown.
     And I being a dashing young coachman,
     I drove her ten times round the town...."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "....and ne'er once had to pull my kilt down."

Lethargy just nudged Kalandas.
Kalandas laughs at Lethargy.

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "When my mistress grew tired or weary
     She'd call me to stop for a rest
     She'd shout for her serving maid Sally,
     The girl that I loved second best..."

Zazu just left.
Zazu just arrived.
Zazu sneezes.
Zazu folds her arms across her chest.

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Sally, we've got a good coachman
     He understands driving in style
     While the spring on the chaise is repairing
     I'll let him drive you for awhile..."

Kalandas adjusts his war kilt.
Kalandas sweeps Espritia into a dance.
Espritia smiles at Kalandas.

Kalandas sings in a countertenor voice:

    "Oh' She was such a charming young Lady
     A Lady of Highest renown.
     And I being a dashing young coachman,

     I drove her ten times round the town...."

Lethargy sings in a soprano voice:

    "....and ne'er once had to pull my kilt down."

Lethargy giggles a little oddly.
Kalandas says, "And what Lethargy sang."
Kalandas nods to Lethargy.
Kalandas bows.
Lethargy winks at Kalandas.
Lethargy applauds.
Zazu purrs happily in Kalandas's general direction.
Kalandas says, "Old, silly song."
Kalandas shakes his head.



Daerlynn exclaims, "Ok... she is back!!"

Zazu says, "alright my friends, do ye wish to cry a bit or have yer blood boil? cuz I'm thinkin I'm good for one more song..."

Zazu guzzles down some of her whiskey and then smacks her lips and wipes them with her sleeve.
Zazu lets loose with a loud belch and rubs her belly!
Espritia exclaims, "Boiling blood is always good!"
Kalandas exclaims, "The dwarf song!"
Lukka says, "boil"
Heston exclaims, "Cry!"
Kalandas says, "I wanna hear that Naptha song."

Zazu asks, "how bout, I show ye folks that I am indeed a bard of substance? not just smooching and drinking?"

Zazu says, "grab yer hankerchiefs, I will attempt to finish my original set."

(Zazu quietly drags a stool to the center of the room and settles herself upon it. Pushing her blue-black mane behind her ears, she rummages through her instrument case and withdraws a polished silver maple violin and matching bow.)

Zazu smiles as she clears her throat and sits a little straighter on the stool. Her feet rest on the lower rungs as she begins to speak. She carefully straightens the fabric of her gown before addressing the audience.

Zazu quietly says, "I have so many songs to lighten the heart and too few that speak of serious matters. And many of us have lost friends and loved ones to the raiders, invasions, and wars that have accosted the Crossing, Riverhaven, even Shard. I searched my pain etched soul and wrote a song about such loss."

Zazu smiles with a pained look as she surveys the faces around her. She shifts her weight and inhales slowly before continuing.

Zazu's ears droop for a moment.

Zazu quietly says, "Gather a little closer, if you will. Draw your loved ones to you. I would like to share a very personal song with you that exposes a bit of Zazu's deeper side. I wrote this when the love of my life was taken from me. I call it, "Aftermath." I find it difficult to speak of this time, as my heart still aches for his embrace."

Zazu slowly empties her lungs.

Zazu smiles feebly as she closes her eyes and rests her chin on her violin. With slow deliberate movements, she draws her bow across the strings. Deep, rich notes vibrate the wood and swirl about the room.

Zazu slowly sings in a soprano voice:

    "No muse sings tonight,
     No myths from long ago
     No heroes interfere with the dark.
     No empaths to ease the pain"

(Zazu continues to work her bow across the small instrument as she encourages slow, haunting chords from the strings. Her tail flicks slowly back and forth while her ears lay flat.)

Zazu quietly sings in a soprano voice:

    "No plan to escape the undergrowth of my own fears.
     Just me, in my nakedness
     As tears burn tracks into my face
     And slide across my heart."

(Zazu looses herself within the notes and words, tears escaping from the corners of her eyes. A slight smile spreads across her lips as she sways with each thrust of her bow. Somber notes fall from the violin, shaking deep within your very soul as they blend with her words.)

Zazu sweetly sings in a soprano voice:

    "You offer to hold my hand,
     And I start to smile--
     When I realize that I am dreaming again."

Zazu quirks one ear sideways in confusion.
Zazu sighs.

Zazu pauses for a moment to wipe her face with the back of her hand before continuing with her song.)

Zazu slowly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Dreaming as the blood rushes through my ears,
     A hollow heartbeat tracking
     Every second of another moonless night.
     Another night without you by my side."

(Zazu sways her head and draws her bow to maintain a single lingering note. Her own body shudders with grief as she sings the next verse.)

Zazu quietly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I fear I will never again be well.
     This soul sickness no empath may tend,
     So I reach for my nightshade - my relief -
     As I light, for you, a candle to burn against my soul."

(Zazu opens her eyes and looks directly at you while her bow draws a combination of somber chords and binds them with a master's hand to her words.)

Zazu sweetly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I hear you smile, next to me
     So I reach for your hand--
     Until I realize that I am dreaming once again. "

Zazu quirks one ear sideways in confusion.

(Zazu drops her hands to her sides and sits straight. Her eyes glaze a bit as her attention drifts somewhere else for a moment.)

Zazu recites:

    "No Muse.
     No Heroes.
     No Empath.
     No myths from long ago. "

Zazu slowly empties her lungs.

Zazu haggardly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Just a life without you, since you walked the starry road.
     My candles burn bright with your memory,
     Tho they flicker with my haggard breath
     As the nightshade seeps into my veins - my relief."

(Zazu stands slowly and plays a harsh yet side melody on her violin. The notes tear themselves from the strings, shaking the seasoned wood, as they fall about the room, each cord blending with the other as they crash against your soul.)

Zazu quietly sings in a soprano voice:

    "I feel your hand touch my face
     So I reach for the light -
     And I smile, as the dream ends."

Zazu smiles blankly as she reaches her hand to her face, nuzzling her palm and closing her eyes. Her tail curls in tight coils as the song fades. She pauses a moment longer before tucking her violin under her arm and bowing deeply, causing her mane to fall forward in a rush.

(Zazu drags the stool off stage.)

Zazu says, "I'm gonna pause a moment, while I look for that dwarven song. I'll bring ye guys up slowly."

Zazu grins like an idiot.

Zazu asks, "lil s'prised aint chas?"

Zazu says, "lil Zazu has a bit of kick."



Zazu says, "alright, my friends, lets move to somethin a lil different"

Zazu says, "this be a song that Espritia and I tossed about for awhile"

Zazu cheerfully says, "I've known a dwarf or two in my day. I'm sure ye have as well. They are a strong and proud race with an eye for gold, head for business, and a stomach for beer."

Zazu slowly says, "Now, I'm a bard by profession but in my travels I've encountered folks from all guilds, including mages. Now there's a group of powerful folks, War Mages. Fighters who use magic. The ones I managed to entice with a drink or two, also loved playing with fire."

Zazu flips her mane over one shoulder.

Zazu sweetly asks, "Now, I've wondered where these ingredients for fire ball, fire shard, and fire rain come from. Someone has to make the naphtha, someone has to mine the sulfur and other minerals. Who else better qualified than dwarves?"

Zazu smiles.
Zazu slowly says, "This song is for the working Dwarf who mines on a contract basis. Young dwarves with few skills, far from home who find themselves needing coin. I wrote this song as a tribute to those souls who work the mine and the mine works them."

Zazu cheerfully says, ""A Dwarven Mining Song" by Zazu Turning'leaf"

Zazu says, "now there is a chorus if ye all feel brave"

Zazu smiles as she selects a temple drum from her instrument case. With a steady hand, she strikes the drumskin with her carved tipper, filling the air with strong, deep folksy tune.

Zazu confidently sings in a soprano voice:

    "A Dwarven miner pulls his weight, stronger than a yak
     The naphtha mines take their toll to nearly break his back
     Dust fills his lungs
     Tho he's just begun
     And he does his best to collect his pay, to buy the tools he lacks"

Zazu loudly says, "And from the mines ye can hear them singing. . . "

(Zazu nods with a determined look in her eye as she continues beating her temple drum. Steady notes blend seamlessly with her words as she continues with the chorus.)

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

    "Go kin! Go!
     And save yer immortal soul!
     From the gold that binds, to these naphtha mines
     Let the mages dig the hole!
     Just GO!"

Zazu haggardly sings in a soprano voice:

    "It's the foreman's job to drive them on
     Beyond the point where all hope's gone
     His whip snaps
     Their wills collapse
     For promised gold they'll work past dawn."

(Zazu leans back and closes her eyes. Her tipper flies across the drum skin, encouraging a playful blend of deep notes that swirl about the room.)

Zazu painfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Payday's gold is already spent, the mine it calls again
     Once inside, it's hard to hide, from the dust on yer chin
     Swing yer axe
     But don't relax
     When the foreman snaps he'll make yer poor head spin!"

Zazu smiles a she flips her mane over her shoulder and taps her foot. Her tail curls playfully behind her as she continues playing her drum.

Zazu loudly says, "And as ye pass the mountain side you can hear them singing. . . "

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

    "Go kin! Go!
     Leave before ye draw another breath
     Each day we're here, we know and fear
     We're two days nearer ta death!
     So GO!"

Zazu harshly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Naphtha mines are harsh at best and rob ye of yer health
     But mages love their fire rain and will bribe ye with their wealth
     Dwarves mine with lust
     Inhaling dust
     That covers beards and lungs, coating 'em with the filth"

Zazu flicks her tail peevishly.

(Zazu observes the room and settles her gaze on an older dwarf standing to the side of the group. She winks and continues her song. Strong notes shake loose from the drum, settling about the room like a strong summer's storm.)

Zazu sternly sings in a soprano voice:

    "But a dwarven man, ye understand, is stubborn without fail
     He dreams of purses filled with gold and kegs of dwarven ale
     With a pretty lass
     To hold his glass
     He hardly notices when his health has gone pale."

Zazu smiles as she flips her tail to the beat of her drum. The somber notes seep into your chest as they blend with her words.

Zazu loudly says, "If ye listen close ye can hear them singing..."

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

    "Go kin! Go!
     They've timed yer every breath!
     Each day yer here, ye know and fear
     Yer two days nearer ta death!
     So GO!"

Zazu firmly sings in a soprano voice:

    "They work so hard to earn the gold, but to me it's no excuse
     For the restless sleep, failing health, and days of labored abuse
     He wakes in a sweat
     Of deep regret
     As his life is sold for a naphtha vial the war mage loves to use."

Zazu smiles as she brushes her mane from her face. She pauses to drink from her flask before continuing.

Zazu confidently sings in a soprano voice:

    "A Dwarven miner pulls his weight, stronger than a yak
     The naphtha mines promise gold, enough to fill a sack
     Dust fills his lungs
     His life's nearly done
     He'll miss his quota and his promised pay, if he donnae make it back."

(Zazu sounds her drum with several sudden taps from her tipper, nearly jumping from the rich sound that shakes the air around her.)

Zazu loudly says, "And from the mines ye can hear them singing..."

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

    "Go kin! Go!
     And save yer immortal soul!
     From the gold that binds, to these naphtha mines
     Let the mages dig the hole!
     Just GO!"

Zazu smiles as her words fade, bowing deeply.

Zazu says, "a lil different, even Bubbins liked it"



Zazu says, "I know ye are tired, and I ask if ye have time for one last song"

Zazu says, "another day I'll finish the rest I had for ye, but this one, is all about dancing."

Zazu smiles.

Zazu asks, "Xanzie, do ye have yer fiddle?"
Zazu directs a curious meow at Xanzie.

Xanzie gets a rosewood fiddle from inside a hand-crafted leather music satchel.
Xanzie waves a rosewood fiddle around.
Xanzie begins to carefully examine a rosewood fiddle.
Xanzie listens carefully to the rosewood fiddle, plucking the strings.

Zazu asks, "Kal, do ye mind playin the Rebec as we practiced?"
Zazu directs a curious meow at Kalandas.
Zazu smiles.

Xanzie gets a fiddle bow from inside a hand-crafted leather music satchel.

Kalandas says, "Hm.. Okay."
Kalandas gets a polished pearwood rebec decorated with a marqueterie compass rose from inside his spidersilk backpack.
Kalandas gets a bow from inside his spidersilk backpack.

Zazu perks her ears up happily as she gazes at Kalandas.

Kalandas sits up.
Kalandas moves a polished pearwood rebec decorated with a marqueterie compass rose to his left hand.
Kalandas moves a bow to his right hand.

Zazu says, "alright, if ye feel like dancing, this is a playful tune"

As Kalandas strums his pearwood rebec, a playful tune ripples through the air with a sound reminiscent of laughter.

Xanzie grins at Zazu.

Zazu cheerfully asks, "Ah, here we are again my friends. How many of ye out there love a good festival or faire?"

Zazu smiles as she watches the audience nod in agreement.

Zazu cheerfully asks, "That's what I thought. I know I enjoy the drinking, shopping, and of course the dancing. And enjoying such things has inspired my next song. Grab a beer and put on your dancing shoes, because I'm gonna kick it up a notch! Xanzie, would ye mind playin the fiddle for me dear?"

Zazu smiles as she drains her flask of cloudberry wine and wraps a hip scarf around her waist.

Xanzie winks at Zazu.

Zazu cheerfully says, "And now I would like to sing, "Gypsy Dancers" by Zazu Turning'leaf."

(Zazu grins mischievously and nods to Xanzie who taps her foot. The lovely elven bard rests her chin on her fiddle and an explosion of playful notes fill the air.)

You listen with appreciation as Kalandas plays a playful tune with a frolicking splash of sound.
Xanzie's toe bells chime quietly as she thoughtfully taps her foot.

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "The clowns tumbled through the streets
     Dancing girls leapt through the air
     Mounted riders swayed banners complete
     Announcing the festival everywhere"

Zazu sweetly says, "Dazed, I followed the sound of bells and found myself inside a dressing room tent filled with young dancers dressed in gossamer and glitter. Dark hair, dark eyes, sweet scents and bells everywhere... ankles, hips, wrists, on scarves. These dancers jingled when they breathed. Transfixed, I focused on a the gypsy dancer who stood on a crate and this is what I heard. . . "

As Kalandas strums his pearwood rebec, a playful tune ripples through the air with a sound reminiscent of laughter.
Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Xanzie's rosewood fiddle.

(Zazu turns from you and draws her cloak tight around her. Wiggling, she removes her gown, dropping it into her bag. When she faces you again, she throws open her brightly colored cloak embroidered with gypsy knotwork to reveal a multi colored skirt made from dancing scarves and a fitted bodice adorned with tiny bells. Her feet are bare except for silver toe bells. Tiny finger cymbals erupt with a flutter of sound as she sways her hips and prepares to sing.)

Xanzie lets out a hearty cheer for Zazu!
Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Xanzie's rosewood fiddle.
Zazu shakes her hips teasingly, making her hip chain chime quietly.

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Listen up gypsies, the crowd be ready
     I promise ye gold, if ye keep your heads steady
     Shake your hips
     Pick up your tips
     Tumble and spin and smile prettily"

Tapping a foot in rhythm, Kalandas strums a playful tune on his pearwood rebec.

Zazu smiles and winks at YOU!

Zazu smiles as she spins about, causing her scarves to raise and flutter, exposing her strong dancing legs. She removes her hip scarf and holds it behind her head, shaking her hips playfully as the sound of bells mixes with the folksy notes from Xanzie's fiddle.

As Xanzie strums her rosewood fiddle, a playful tune ripples through the air with a sound reminiscent of laughter.

Zazu playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Shop girls are sweet and work hard all day
     We gypsies flirt and laugh when we sway
     So, spin and dance
     Tonight's our chance
     To make a few gold, so don't delay"

Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Kalandas's pearwood rebec.

(Zazu strolls over to Kalandas and curls her tail possessively around his gem pouch. She jumps up quickly, wrapping her hip scarf around her waist. Turning from him, Zazu somersaults her way towards another young man in the crowd.)

With a frolicking splash of sound, Xanzie strums a playful tune filled with subtle rhythms and power.

Zazu smiles and winks playfully at YOU!

You listen with appreciation as Kalandas plays a playful tune with a frolicking splash of sound.
Tapping a foot in rhythm, Xanzie strums a playful tune on her rosewood fiddle.

Zazu shakes her hips teasingly, making her hip chain chime quietly.

Zazu playfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Remember your scarves can save your lives
     Hiding your faces from other men's wives
     Move slowly and wait
     Til the men take the bait
     Tease with your scarves while you stare into his eyes."

(Zazu leans forward, shaking her shoulders as she removes her hip scarf once again. She loops it around Gossford, drawing the soft silk slowly across his neck as she stares into his eyes. Xanzie continues to play her fiddle, blending artfully with Zazu's words.)

Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Kalandas's pearwood rebec.
Tapping a foot in rhythm, Xanzie strums a playful tune on her rosewood fiddle.

Zazu winks at Gossford.
Zazu smiles and winks knowingly at YOU!
Zazu shakes her hips teasingly, making her hip chain chime quietly.

You listen with appreciation as Kalandas plays a playful tune with a frolicking splash of sound.

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Swing your hips whilst the fiddle plays
     Spin by the fire and bend in a hundred new ways
     Bare foot on the chair
     Of jingling bells beware
     Lean forward and smile, they'll be in a daze"

You listen with appreciation as Xanzie plays a playful tune with a frolicking splash of sound.

(Zazu performs several flips towards the center of the stage ending with headstand while holding her hipscarf taught between her hands. She lowers her legs slowly behind her, shaking her hips. Arching her back, Zazu bends her way forward, holding her scarf in front of her for balance. Upright again, she slowly traces her neckline with her left hand and draws her tail playfully down her right leg.)

As Kalandas plays his pearwood rebec, a flashy melody flies through the air with a rapid crash of chords.
Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Xanzie's rosewood fiddle.

Zazu looks over her shoulder and winks at Heston.
Zazu smiles as she licks her lips and winks playfully at YOU!

You listen with appreciation as Kalandas plays a playful tune with a frolicking splash of sound.

Zazu shakes her hips teasingly, making her hip chain chime quietly.
Zazu purrs happily in Daerlynn's general direction.

Zazu sweetly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Most every man loves a pretty face
     Shake your hips with hands in place
     Make your bells jingle
     With passion the men will tingle
     So, tempt them with your style and grace."

Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Xanzie's rosewood fiddle.

(Zazu tosses her mane and dips her shoulders low to the ground before kicking her bare foot high. Her tail curls about her as she spins playfully, her bells chiming with her every move.)

Zazu smiles and winks playfully at YOU!

As Kalandas strums his pearwood rebec, a playful tune ripples through the air with a sound reminiscent of laughter.

Zazu shakes her hips teasingly, making her hip chain chime quietly.

Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Xanzie's rosewood fiddle.

Zazu sternly sings in a soprano voice:

    "Remember gypsy dancers we're looking for tips
     Kick your legs high and swing your hips
     Be quick with the coins
     Ne'er touching his loins
     And tease as you wish with a kiss upon the lips."

Xanzie grins at Zazu.
Zazu just blew Thyric a kiss.

Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Kalandas's pearwood rebec.
(Zazu grins as she looks directly at you, dragging her scarf in the dirt. She leans forward and rolls her shoulders playfully backwards in a large circle, shaking the bells on her hip chain. Notes from Xanzie's fiddle continue to circulate and fill the room.)

With a frolicking splash of sound, Xanzie strums a playful tune filled with subtle rhythms and power.

Zazu smiles Smile and blows a kiss at YOU!
Zazu shakes her hips teasingly, making her hip chain chime quietly.

As Xanzie strums her rosewood fiddle, a playful tune ripples through the air with a sound reminiscent of laughter.

Zazu slowly sings in a soprano voice:

    "And when the fiddle fades our dance will be done
     Tumble towards the fire we'll gather as one
     E'er higher with the kicks
     And e'en perform the splits
     Our final effort from having such fun."

Zazu winks at Mykk.

(Zazu gracefully tucks her body and rolls toward the center of the stage. Unfolding her lithe limbs, she stands tall for a moment before sliding her bare feet apart as she descends to the floor. Her head falls forward when she completes the splits and she ties her hipscarf about her waist.)

Tapping a foot in rhythm, Kalandas strums a playful tune on his pearwood rebec.

Zazu smiles as she lifts her head, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Grinning, she bats her eyes at YOU!

Tapping a foot in rhythm, Kalandas strums a playful tune on his pearwood rebec.

Zazu shakes her hips teasingly, making her hip chain chime quietly.

You listen with appreciation as Xanzie plays a playful tune with a frolicking splash of sound.

Zazu cheerfully sings in a soprano voice:

    "Dance with spirit young gypsies, winding down
     Spin by the fire, leave not a single frown
     Tumble and spin
     We'll do it again
     For there's more coin to be had in the next town."

(Zazu slowly stands as the last playful notes fade from Xanzies fiddle. She relaxes her body and takes a deep swig of her cloudberry wine. Holding her cloak tight about her body, she looks directly at you before continuing.)

You listen with appreciation as Xanzie plays a playful tune with a frolicking splash of sound.

Zazu pants.
Zazu excitedly says, "My heart beat faster and I knew what I had to do. I stumbled across an open air tent, and purchased some wares from the merchant who smiled patiently. Dancing scarves and a hip chain. So that I might make a coin or two when I entertain."

Zazu smiles as she throws back her cloak and bows with a flourish.

Kalandas puts his bow in his spidersilk backpack.
Kalandas puts his rebec in his spidersilk backpack.

Zazu pats herself down looking for something!

Kalandas lays his palms against Xanzie's in a quick, yet deliberate movement.
Zazu exclaims, "I made it through that one in one piece!"
Xanzie lets out a hearty cheer for Zazu!
Zazu just hugged Kalandas.
Xanzie laughs!
Kalandas just hugged Zazu.
Kalandas says, "I knew you could do it."

Zazu says, "Daerlynn, honey, ye inspired that piece... ye and Xaph"
Zazu giggles.

Zazu says, "okies my friends, I have bent yer ear long enough and ye have been so gracious and patient."

Zazu says, "I turn the stage back over to the lovely and talented Daerlynn."

Daerlynn exclaims, "I want to thank everyone that came tonight... for coming.. and for your patience!!"

Guest Descriptions


Dancer Zazu Turning'leaf, a Prydaen Bard.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted silver eyes. Her blue-black mane is very long and curly, and is worn loose. She has blue-grey fur with black points with silver marbling and a slender tail. She has a swirling diagonal pattern of tiny silvery painted stars running from her forehead to cheekbone.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She has a tattoo of a water sprite dancing around a willow tree on her shoulder.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a delicate silverwillow lyre embellished with carved mermaids and seashells in her right hand and a tall pewter tankard labeled "Bard Juice" in her left.
She is wearing some fragile crystal slippers inlaid with silver filigree bows, an earband fashioned into a curling silver tiger, a slimming gown of sapphire silk laced up with silver ribbons, some beaten silver toe bells, a graceful white hip scarf artfully embroidered and fringed in silver and gold, a slender braided silver ankle chain, a watersilk flute case trimmed with tiny crystal teardrops, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, a white pearl tailband inlaid with a dolphin-shaped sapphire, a carved pick, an onyx-inlaid silver flask and a sturdy silver backpack.



Agatina Ravenhuntress, a Prydaen Moon Mage.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted jade eyes. Her silver mane is very long and thick, and is worn pulled back in two braids. She has glittered black fur and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a lumpy bundle, a lumpy bundle, a goblin-skin pouch, an herb pouch attractively embroidered with a Ranger crest pattern in green thread, a forest green canvas pack painted with the image of a flying red dragon, a white gold nose ring, some arbelog claw gloves, a ruby teardrop earring, a domed cambrinth ring inlaid with a sleek obsidian wolf at rest, a fang-tipped flint torque, a small arm pouch with an embroidered strap, a jackal-tooth wristband, some black leather leggings, a blued-steel carousel horse earcuff, a leather sheath, a fuzzy gem pouch, some jet black leathers, some smoke grey bear-hide boots, a snowbeast-pelt quiver and a leather mask.



Asera Ri'sel, a Prydaen Bard.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted gold eyes. Her honey mane is shoulder length and thick, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has tawny fur with a white belly and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a long burgundy velvet tunic trimmed in ivory seed pearls, a sturdy black backpack, a diamond engagement ring, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses and an etched thumb ring of hammered gold.



Dancer Austeria Tollemache of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
She has grey eyes. Her amber hair is long and thick, and is worn tied back in an intricate five-stranded braid. She has fair skin.
She is in her prime for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some wild honey mead in her right hand.
She is wearing a black medium shield enameled with a silver clenched fist, an ash longbow, a makeshift pin formed from small splinters of wood, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a crystal ring, a jadeite gwethdesuan, some white hose, a carved white pick, a black leather cape, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, an arm pouch, a white thigh pouch, a sparkling custom cut quartz pendant, a pair of emerald earrings, some seafoam leather boots with dolphin-shaped jade charms, a small silver hair barrette encrusted with amethyst dust, a bronze dragon pin, a pale green watered-silk choker trimmed with shell-spun lace and small sparkling seastones, a bejeweled angelfish pin, a roughly braided multicolored bracelet, a silver grey journey pack, a black armband embroidered in golden thread with the symbol of the Zoluren Expeditionary Force, an azure enameled button badge depicting a mound of jewels and gold bars, a triskele medallion, a deep blue silk pouch embroidered with the Bardic crest, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a silver suede skirt, a wicker quiver, a bright blue bandana, some gold-wash steel vambraces, some engraved steel shynbalds, a sky blue cotton shirt, a sjatmal gwethdesuan and a well-wrought breastplate.



Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a Dwarf.
He has black eyes. His blue-black hair is very long and thick, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Dwarf.
He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a long shaggy beard.
He has a tattoo of a skull and crossbones on his arm.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a crude leather armband with the words "Bubbinster's Ambassadors" burned along its length, a bright orange albredine ring, a platinum pendant with a small dreamstone in the center of its Spirit Knot, a pair of mesh bronze handguards, a dark blue armband embroidered with the heraldic device of the Stone Clan Militia, some massive plate armor, some black broadcloth pants with a row of gold coins stitched up the side, a dwarven great helm, a wide silver band embedded with a carved onyx raven, a black velvet tail coat with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe emblazoned on it, a black velvet tabard, some iron-shod black leather Dwarven stomping boots with iron-spiked toes, a wide dwarven mining belt of sturdy worn leather, a carved mahogany stein, a pewter tankard etched with a stylized dragon clasping its tail in its mouth, a canvas field kit, a black velvet bowtie, a platinum ring, a steel-rimmed monocle, a carved black pick, a black silk shirt adorned with beveled platinum cufflinks, a black velvet cummerbund, a small medallion strung upon a silver chain, a black instrument case with the words "Tavern Troupe - Elanthian Tour, 359" painted on it, a sturdy black backpack, a tarnished silver whiskey flask and a waermodi gwethdesuan.



Sir Cristoph O'Cantingstone of Therengia, a Human Paladin.
He has green eyes. His amber hair is long and thick, and is worn tied back. He has pale skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has some light stubble on his face.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a pilgrim's badge, a jousting shield, a wide leather Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, a soft gem pouch, some gleaming silver gauntlets, a gleaming silver helm, a woven reed creel labeled "Lil Fishies", a pair of matte-black leather riding boots with graceful silver spurs, a smokey black satin rosette, some sable fur-lined pants, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a brushed silver armband engraved with a large jade glaysker flower, a heavy silver signet ring carved with the O'Cantingstone family seal, an articulated blued-steel weapon harness with interlocking plates engraved with the form of a regal lion, a heavy black leather greatcloak trimmed along the edge with small silver plates, a thigh pouch, a gold-inlaid cambrinth ring molded into the form of a broken shield, a heavy black leather pouch clasped with a gleaming silver seven-pointed star, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a blue and gold velvet tabard embroidered with the badge of the Barony of Therengia, a gleaming silver armor, a glittering silver chain dangling a silver engagement ring and a silver laminated bracer with a cambrinth cabochon set in its center.



Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
She has jade eyes. Her brunette hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. She has pale skin. She has a delicately painted design of jade green ivy leaves radiating out from her eyes.
She is young for a Human.

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

She is holding a time-worn mirliton in her left hand.
She is wearing a tarnished silver whiskey flask, a sleek skirmisher's shield crafted from dusky black ironwood, a split-cup braided wool sling, some silvered chain woven over the heart with steelsilk links forming a white dove bearing a broken sword, some black leather high boots with silver buckles, a large copper hoop earring, some fitted white trousers, a silvery buckskin harness, a dark blue bandolier embroidered with an exquisitely detailed violin, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a bijou jade promise ring inlaid with a silver heron gripping a harp in her beak, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a patchwork gypsy drawstring purse, a carved pick, a delicate silver ring embedded with tiny diamonds and a mirrored turpeer.



Darsalina Thangetall of Elanthia, an Elothean.
She has tilted almond-shaped jade eyes. Her golden brown hair is long and straight, and is worn parted down the center. She has fair skin.
She is fairly young for an Elothean.

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

She is wearing a golden unicorn shaped nose stud, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a handcarved teak herbalist's case clasped with a crystal jadice flower, some black and silver kidskin half-boots, a sturdy lavender backpack, a snow white fur-lined sack, a hip purse, a blue gem pouch, an onyx choker, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a multi-layered black and gold silk gauze skirt, a golden silk bodice, some golden silk tights and a gold drop earring set in the center with a golden beryl.



Bard Espritia Melodics, a Human.
She has dark eyes. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn loosely piled atop her head. She has tanned skin.
She is young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a fiery red rose with licks of flame for petals on her shoulder.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a green and gold brocade sack, a leather sheath, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a gleaming chain balaclava, a chain hauberk, some mail gloves, some thin-soled velvet slippers with spiraling straps, a circlet of violets twined with cascading ribbons, a creamy white dress with intricate floral shadow embroidery, a fiery scarlet vela'tohr flower, a yellow rose, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a black leather backpack with a silver clasp in the shape of the Tavern Troupe crest, a carved pick, a belt of heavy beaten gold medallions etched with a sunburst design and linked with tiny brass bells, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a golden-brown yew Faenella emblem suspended from a delicate golden chain, a golden filigree devotional ring set with a sunstone carved into the shape of a singing wren, a jade necklace formed of interlocking seven-pointed stars, an ornate platinum ring set with a brilliant ruby, a pike staff, an ivory-inlaid composite bow and a medium shield.



Holy Mage Faethe no'Dama of Elanthia, a Dwarven Cleric.
She has clear colored eyes. Her auburn hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn tied back in a thin braided tail. She has rosy skin. She has a jade dragon painted across her forehead.
She is young for a Dwarf.
She has a long narrow mustache that droops to either side of the mouth on her upper lip and a narrow beard twisted into a long braid.
A brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following her dilligently.

She has faint scuffing to the head, cuts and bruises about the neck, faint scuffing to the left arm, severe scarring and chunks of flesh missing from the left hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, an occasional twitching in the chest area, minor swelling and bruising in the abdomen compounded by cuts and bruises about the abdomen.

She is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a S'lai short bow, an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a canvas field kit, a kor'athi pilgrimage robe emblazoned across the back with a multi-hued dragon, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a pink Salvation rose, a blue gem pouch, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a battle-worn weapon harness studded with darkened steel emblems of the gods, a bronze prayer bead chain clasped with a small jade tag, an aged ivory-colored doe skin sporran sprinkled with small bead-sized gems, an engraved silver censer suspended from a sturdy chain, a scaled poloh'izh hide belt, a large spidersilk sack, a silver leather carving case secured with a spherical jade clasp, an armet helm, a chain hauberk, some gauntlets and a pilgrim's badge.



Trader Gossford Acheson, an Elothean.
He has tilted almond-shaped grey eyes. His black hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn shaggy. He has fair skin. He has gold and platinum lirums painted on his face.
He is in his prime for an Elothean.
He has a long narrow mustache that droops to either side of the mouth on his upper lip and a long thin beard.

He has tiny scratches to the right arm.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a black satin gem pouch with a blued-steel raven clasp, a worn canvas feedbag, a ebony longbow, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a diminutive platinum toad, a brass pin that reads "Trust me because I am not a Thief!", an azure-scaled poloh'izh hide cloak, a black spidersilk moneybelt with an ebony raven's head buckle, a gem-seller OFF DUTY badge, an engraved animite band inlaid with sparkling green gemstones, a road-worn leather contract case that appears to have seen better days, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a crystalline mug charm, a snake charm, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, some ghoulskin boots colored pale grey splotched with sickly green, a dusky black velvet pouch slung from a shining platinum cord, a darkened thigh quiver painted with the image of a tremendous tidal wave towering over a lone figure, a platinum yak key dangling from a silver earring, an engraved gold Dokora pin, a gold armband intricately engraved with the images of Empaths going through the various tasks of healing, some oiled leather armor reinforced with darkened steel plates and spiked guards, an iron-banded leather helm with a depending segmented neck guard, some spike-knuckled leather gauntlets with dragons tooled on the cuffs, a forest green suede hip pouch embossed with entwined ivy leaves, a black spidersilk backpack embroidered with platinum threads depicting a trader's caravan running over a partially hidden thief above the words, "If you can't bribe it, squish it" and a silvered rondache emblazoned with a colorful welkin knight.



Poet Heston Falconsong, an Elothean.
She has tilted almond-shaped crystal blue eyes. Her auburn hair is short and straight, and is worn tied back in a thin braided tail. She has copper skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of a curved dagger with a skull-shaped pommel on her back.

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

She is wearing a tar-streaked leather-gripped crossbow, a sparkling crystal tankard etched in silver, a blue sapphire eyebrow ring with blackened heron feathers dangling to the side, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a mirror-finish gold-plated ring engraved with the heron of Idon, some fitted leather riding breeches, some black half boots, some silver spurs ornamented with a pattern of grapa vines entwining through skulls, a tar-streaked sailcloth pack, a dashing linen shirt stitched with brilliant multi-colored silk threads, a hooded cloak crafted from silver grey wolf pelts, some blued steel mail with a padded leather gambeson, a storm grey mask, some darkened mail gauntlets with dagged edges of silver links and a smooth leather sling cut to resemble a falcon's wings.



Bard Isembard Isimbard, a Human.
He has ale-brown eyes. His golden brown hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.
He is young for a Human.
He has a tangled, scruffy-looking mustache on his upper lip and a long shaggy beard.

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

He is wearing a suede gem pouch, a light fire-blackened hauberk embellished with a flame pattern of golden links, a gold engagement ring, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a leather thigh quiver embossed with a pair of yellow wolf's eyes, some sleek leather pants with golden tracery, a golden suede haversack, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a leather neckband, a leather armband, an all-purpose leaf-patterned survival belt, a rich golden bandana, a lavender blue ear-stud, some polished black leather boots with gold-trimmed leather tassels, a carved wren-engraved pick, a smoky topaz ogre bauble, a lumpy frog skin pouch, a pale gold cotton shirt with buttons of carved lapis, a short hunting spear, an embossed greatsword sheath, a gleaming chain balaclava and some tasseled leather gloves.



Kalandas Barat-Sur, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and jade eyes. His dark brown hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn loose. He has tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.

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

He is holding a snifter of Elven brandy in his right hand.
He is wearing some crimson hunters embroidered with a silver falcon, a ruby teardrop earring, a ruby red satin rosette, a crimson and gold ceremonial war kilt trimmed with a black braided fringe, a black spidersilk backpack, some dashing sable leather thigh boots with wide cuffs, a knee-length amber silk surcoat embroidered with shimmering red-gold leaves, a silk lined burgundy cloak trimmed with white lace, a deep crimson spidersilk ribbon, a billowing white shirt with pleated ruffs on the collar and cuffs, a dark crimson spidersilk hip pouch clasped with a silver wren charm, an acid-etched gold snuffbox inlaid with panels of black ironwood, a rich sable belt and an ornate scabbard.



Kelsander Qualyaran, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. His golden brown hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. He has tanned skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He has some light stubble on his face.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a sturdy backpack, a lumpy bundle, a leather sheath, an embossed quiver, some tan leggings, an intricate tree-etched earring, a carved wooden talisman case, a silver flute case, some reinforced greaves, a long boiled-leather coat, a heavy crossbow and a deep blue deerskin shirt.



Jester Lethargy Silkyfingers of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard.
She has slitted eyes, one milky white and one crystal blue, silver scales and a slender tail.
She is young for a S'Kra Mur.

She has some faint scars along the neck, some minor twitching.

She is wearing a turbinate saffron-yellow shell, a diamond and platinum locket, a commemorative silver Kronar medallion hanging from a red silk ribbon, a sturdy weapon harness, a fine mesh backpack, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a dark crimson garter accented with black beaded lace, a tiny crystal goblet charm dangling from a platinum oval pin, a mirror-finish gold-plated ring engraved with the heron of Idon, some hammered gold toe bells, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a jet black leather skirt, a time-worn lacewood pick, an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy, a platinum heron earring, a double steel-spiked tailband fastened with copper clasps, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, a gold-chased woodwind case, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a silver small oilcloth case, a white gold eyebrow ring, a lapis lazuli heron armband, some bezainted battle armor, a black leather cloak trimmed in silver, a friendship ring crafted of two curved and intertwined bands of gold, a pale Captivation rose, a dark leather bodice cinched with silver cord dangling at the ends with dark crystal beads, an ebony spidersilk shift fastened with a sterling silver chain belt, some highly-polished top boots accented with the hand-tooled image of a serpent coiled around a sword, a fuzzy gem pouch and a lantholite gwethdesuan.



Lukka Bloomoth of M'Riss, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one crystal blue and one crystal green. Her honey hair is long and wavy, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. She has tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing some smoky black leathers, a midnight violet bodice laced ornately in black leather, a pair of snug black leather gaiters, an extremely supple black leather pouch, a tooled leather weapons harness, a diamond ear stud with engraved platinum ear cuff, a pair of deep violet leather thigh boots with braided cuffs, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a heavy arzumos hide cloak stitched with intricate silver sigils, an intricate lute pin, a lumpy bundle, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a silver maple pick.



Lyrinal Dra'sadin, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and silver eyes. His white hair is short and straight, and is worn unkempt. He has fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a large copper hoop earring, a lumpy bundle, some jet black greaves, some boots, some laminated chain mail, a pair of silver-edged gauntlets, a target shield, a leather sheath, an embossed quiver, a suede gem pouch, a fletching pouch and a sturdy backpack.



Adept Magmus Bloodston of Elanthia, a Human.
He has jade eyes. His black hair is short and straight, and is worn arranged in oiled spikes. He has tanned skin.
He is in his prime for a Human.
He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face.
He has a tattoo of a pair of serpents entwined around a hemlock blossom on his wrist.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing some reinforced hide gloves, a leather cowl, a twilight-black velvet longcoat with sinuous embroidery on the hems and back, some amber worry beads carved to resemble owls, a carved hematite Firulf emblem suspended from a blackened steel chain, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver drop earring set in the center with a fire agate, a twilight-black steel medallion inset with a murky black onyx horned owl surrounded by flame-darkened platinum sigils, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a dark crimson leather utility sack embossed with the image of a twilight-black flame, a rare electric blue jade ring symbolizing the Dark-Templars which bears a flat circular stone of black onyx in between a border of glowing crimson sunstones, some jet black wolfskin pants, a dark crimson suede vest fastened with a flame-darkened platinum chain, a twilight-black leather rucksack doubled over with dark crimson mesh, some deep black double leathers, a pair of black calfskin hipboots, a fir green moleskin pouch embroidered with a blue ring surrounding an ironwood at twilight, a half-melted silver bracer, a small heart-etched pin, a polished steel band inlaid with darkened steel ravens in flight, a ebony longbow and a delicate leather lined birchbark quiver cinched with long leather sinews and embellished in silver.



Michie Heartsbreath of Elanthia, a Human.
She has crystal blue eyes. Her ginger hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a boa skin peddler's pack, a bracelet woven from multi-hued metal strands, some sparkling diamond heart-shaped earrings, an orchid flower garland, a shaped obsidian pick, a yellow-orange Captivation rose, a deep crimson sack, a wide leather Therengian war belt riveted with decorative pewter plates, a jadeite gwethdesuan, an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, a sea green ribbon, some flowing pink silk pants gathered snug at the ankles with belled laces, a delicate silver eyelid piece shaped like a wizened claw, a sleeveless pale pink silk bodice trimmed in tiny seed pearls, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, a carved pick, a moonstone bracelet, some ebony mail interwoven with golden steelsilk links forming a cascade of lightning bolts, a cocoon woven from shimmering pearlescent spiderweb strands, an elegant hip pouch fashioned from delicate layers of thin crimson spidersilk, a long mesh weapon harness, some hammered gold toe bells, thin silver spectacles, a glass viper trinket, a polished steel medallion, a ghostly white Mentor badge, a smoky zengalmi ring carved to resemble a curled whip, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a Bardic Soul Knot kilt-brooch, a superb badger-pelt vest, a bright yellow satin rosette, a worn golden medallion, some soft black suede thigh-boots, a necklace made up of a number of tiny rat skulls sewn onto a brilliant silver thread, a tri-color braided gold wedding band, an engraved ebonwood belt charm, a tiny ruby and pearl candle charm, a sprig of mistletoe, a small bronze badge cast in the shape of a gladiola, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a crystal skull and a ebony longbow.



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

He is wearing some Olvi hunting leathers with the tiny image of a ram finely tooled on one shoulder, a round wooden pin carved with a dancing ram and donkey, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Glythtide, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a purple tapestry satchel embroidered with a gilded taffelberry branch -- the emblem of the Arthe Dale Trader's Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Balladeer Myrrhina Kalonika of Elanthia, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her silver hair is long and straight, and is worn pulled back in two braids. She has fair skin. She has a conflagration of red and orange flames emblazoned on her face, with showers of white sparks accenting her eyes.
She is young for an Elf.

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

She is holding some castanets in her right hand.
She is wearing a silky white blouse, a sea-green sack embroidered with seashells and starfish, some hammered gold toe bells, a tiny nightingale charm, a vivid vermillion head scarf washed with the colors of flame, a quarterstaff, a carved flower-engraved pick, an imnera wind sprite necklace, a carved mother-of-pearl comb, a delicate goldbark wren and panther clasp, a silver-inlaid tankard, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a fringed gypsy scarf, a sea green spidersilk garter with turquoise and carnelion beadwork, a delicate gold rose ring, a slender toe ring woven with purple and green crystalline strands, a silver ring, a belled anklet, a crimson velvet skirt with a swirl of black lace petticoats, a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a pure white thigh bag, an azure hip pouch with the image of cresting waves picked out in crystal beading, some thin-soled velvet slippers with spiraling straps, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, an intricate flute-shaped earring, a soft velvet knapsack sewn with dozens of tiny colorful beads, a hip belt of delicate silver links dangling with tiny enameled blossoms in a rainbow of colors, a lumpy bundle, a pair of scallop-edged mesh handguards, a lemon-backed hickory longbow and a blackened chainmail robe edged with silver filigree links.



Niarian Fae'lor, a Prydaen.
She has pointed ears and cat-slitted crystal blue eyes. Her blue-black mane is long and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. She has grey fur with black points and a slender tail.
She is young for a Prydaen.

She has some faint scars along the right leg, a constant twitching in the chest area, minor scarring along the abdomen.

She is wearing a red gem pouch, a delicate cambrinth hairpin graced with a tiny enameled shrew, an interlocking puzzle ring, a domed cambrinth ring inlaid with a sleek obsidian wolf at rest, a sturdy black backpack, a sea-blue suede bodice with mermaid-shaped emerald clasps, some dusty rose fur-lined boots, a purple gem pouch, a long bearskin cloak, a fang-tipped wooden torque, a small bundle, an embroidered cook's apron, a smoke grey skirt, some sable doeskin leathers, some reinforced gloves and a leather reinforced helm.



Brother Qaton Aletheo, a Gnome Cleric.

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

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

He is wearing an ironwood staff surmounted by a sculpted obsidian panther, a silver-edged scabbard, a black linen kilt, a carved wooden ring, a very small suit of ringmail made of black leather and shining steel loops, some chain greaves, a sweeping black silk cloak embroidered with a silver nightingale perched atop an olive branch, a small black velvet parchment case studded with tiny silver stars, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates, a black velvet hip pouch embroidered with gold stars depicting the Shrike, some onyx worry beads carved to resemble curled panthers, an onyx shrike armband, a dusky blue nightweaver-silk handfasting cord studded with carved crystalline stars, an obsidian shrike bauble, a black knapsack, a copper Gnome trinket and a cambrinth ring.



Qulthirk Krel'zek, an Elf.
He has pointed ears and silver eyes. His white hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. He has ebon skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.

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

He is holding a simple wooden stave in his right hand.
He is wearing a lumpy bundle, some mail gloves, a fuzzy gem pouch, a black leather sheath, a leather belt, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, some frayed wool shoes, a homespun green wool cap, a sturdy backpack, a tiny wooden tree pin, some leather greaves, a fringed doeskin jerkin, a puce velvet coat and a target shield.



Gypsy Ridelle Bewarned of Therengia, a Human Bard.
She has green eyes. Her auburn hair is long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of an iridescent winged butterfly on her ankle.

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

She is wearing a rosewood longbow, some golden augmented mail, a scarlet satin gem pouch clasped with a silver cobra, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern labeled "Gale's gal", a dainty gold satin rosette, a gold engagement ring, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a gold filigree charm bracelet, a glittering crystal ring inset with precious gemstones, a delicate gold rose ring, an engraved gold locket, a small enameled badge depicting the masks of comedy and tragedy, a carved black pick, an off-the-shoulder gown of scarlet silk embroidered with gold thread, some gold silk stockings, a soft gold suede garter with a ruby phoenix buckle, a shadowy black hooded cloak embroidered with dark grey thread, a golden-jackal pouch, a black satin pouch with braided red silk drawstrings, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels and a thick leather rucksack with bronze clasps.



Sapphyr Bright-Eyes of Elanthia, an Elven Thief.

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

He is wearing a forester's bow, an indigo linen alchemy bag clasped with a silver nightingale, a deep crimson shirt with billowing sleeves laced closed at the cuff by leather cording, some cerulean blue dueling pants embroidered in gold with wandering vines around the waist and cuffs, a blown-glass chest charm, a soft felt vanity case dyed with a myriad of autumn hues, a canvas field kit, a simple pewter charm bracelet, some full leather armor, an apricot Despair rose, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a dark spidersilk gem pouch embroidered with the barely-visible image of a crouching panther, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a wire and moonstone pin, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a draconic opal necklace dangling a gold ring bearing the crest of the Thieves' Guild, an ebonwood wristcuff with a sapphire-eyed ebony panther, an azure belted leather baldric fitted with a burnished silver crescent moon buckle, an onyx unicorn amulet, a platinum and sapphire amulet fashioned to resemble an eye, a faded gold ring, a platinum and onyx ring shaped like a panther playing with a cambrinth globe, a sturdy deep azure traveler's pack depicting an elaborate nocturne and some supple amber-hued leather boots embossed with white dragons.



Shavay Silvamon, an Elothean.
He has tilted almond-shaped grey eyes. His amber hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn loose. He has fair skin.
He is in his prime for an Elothean.
He has a thin sparse mustache on his upper lip and a thin patchy beard.
He has a tattoo of a crimson band of intricate knotwork threaded with chains of intertwining silver musical notes on his forearm.

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

He is wearing a black leather cavalier hat with a long crimson plume, some shiny red chain, a red satin tabard sewn in brilliant gold thread with the emblem of the wren of Faenella, a brillant red satin doublet stitched tightly with midnight black raven's feathers, a dashing scarlet cashmere waistcoat fastened with sparkling ruby buttons, a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp, a silver double-strand baleora with opalescent blossom pendant, an expertly tooled thigh sheath embossed with a burning phoenix, some suede boots, a wire and peridot pin, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, some billowing black satin pantaloons edged with flame red piping, a red ribbon, a journey-worn instrument case, a hand-crafted leather music satchel, a silver flute case, a tanned leather thigh quiver, a red leather ankle sheath, a dark crimson spidersilk hip pouch clasped with a silver wren charm, a crimson leather hip belt fastened with an onyx buckle, a deep sable three-forked sword belt with brass buckles and fittings, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, a silver laminated bracer with a cambrinth cabochon set in its center, a small golden signet ring inset with ruby flecks, a carved black ironwood ring resembling a dragon coiled around a ruby rose, a scalloped golden chain anklet with dangling golden acorns, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a small conch shell, a garnet phoenix charm tied on a scarlet silk chain, a black velvet ribbon, a gold pin in the shape of crossed flutes, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a red hawk feather set in a gold clasp with trailing bronze strands, a gold falcon clasp, a ruby teardrop earring, a Bardic Spirit Knot kilt-brooch, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a sturdy red backpack, a sweeping crimson greatcloak with a braided gold fourragere draped over the left shoulder, a finely crafted platinum pin prominently displaying a huge Taisidon emerald, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a worked leather staff harness, a ruby signet ring and a sprig of mistletoe.



Sommelier Vinemaster, a Halfling.
He has blue eyes. His silver hair is very long and straight, and is worn braided. He has tanned skin.
He is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a round wooden pin carved with a dancing ram and donkey, a bright scarlet tunic, some tan breeches, a sturdy backpack, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a herb pouch, a cerulean blue libation caddy with an embroidered flap, a red-oaken keg carved into the shape of a sleeping dragon, a glossy black ring set with a tiny crystal star and a silverwillow ring carved in the shape of a charging ram.



Drifter Thyric De'Shadow, a S'Kra Mur.
He has slitted crystal blue eyes, black scales and a slender tail.
He is young for a S'Kra Mur.
He has a tattoo of a hand made of shadows holding a gold coin on his arm.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a darkened tooled leather mask, some shadowy crested leathers, a journey pack, some tasseled leather gloves, a black gem pouch, a blue herb pouch sloppily embroidered with a wolf pattern in grey thread, a small arm pouch with an embroidered strap, a leather sheath, a dagger arm sheath, a stone grey hooded longcoat with daggers stitched on collar and sleeves, some deep ebony wolfskin boots, a S'lai short bow, a hammered copper tailband, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a braided horsehair bracelet, a worn golden medallion and a balanced light crossbow.



Tiis Veltant, an Elf.
She has pointed ears and ale-brown eyes. Her brown hair is short and thick, 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 pair of silver-edged handguards, some silver-edged armor, an ebon-hued backpack, a pure white fur-lined cloak, some ebon-hued boots, a thigh sheath, some ebony trousers, an ebon-hued scabbard, a shiny silver cracker bag, a miniature wooden barrel, a pure white softly-draped tabard and an oval shield.



Valynn Aerhe, an Elven Ranger.
She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her golden brown hair is very long and thick, and is worn braided. She has tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, some faint scars along the chest, some faint scars along the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, a black and blue right eye, tiny scratches to the left eye.

She is holding some bundling rope in her right hand.
She is wearing some well-made la'tami-hide greaves, some fringed moss-green suede falconer's gauntlets, a deep green leather mask decorated with tiny feathers, a padded green suede jacket embossed with a pattern of oak leaves, a white gold anklet, a glittering crystal ring inset with precious gemstones, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a twisted cambrinth armband, some dark green suede boots with rawhide laces, some cream leggings, a dark gem pouch, some dangling golden earrings shaped like clusters of tiny acorns, a delicate brass oak leaf anklet, a creamy high-necked linen shirt, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a black spidersilk backpack, a brown leather sheath, a ebony longbow and a jadeite gwethdesuan.



Taleweaver 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 pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.

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

She is holding some white ironwood bones in her right hand and a flute in her left.
She is wearing a silver-chased woodwind case, a starry white narcissus, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a scalloped golden chain anklet with dangling golden acorns, some dangling golden earrings shaped like clusters of tiny acorns, some billowing silvery silk trousers, a high-necked black silk tunic with silver piping, some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps, a small medallion strung upon a silver chain, a golden panther armband, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Bard's Guild, some beaten silver toe bells, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a black suede garter with narrow silver buckles, a brass Taleweaver trinket, a silver pin bearing an intricate etching of a waltzing couple within a small ondjai, a black spidersilk backpack, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a twisted bone staff, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a cambrinth ring and a lumpy bundle.



Dancer Xaphira Vonara of Zoluren, an Elothean Bard. (from Isembard concert 1/5/02, sorry)

You cannot make out her features with the clothing she is wearing.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a mug of Cinnamon-Peach mead in her left hand.
She is wearing a dented gold amulet bearing an Elothean visage, a simple pewter charm bracelet, a miniature wooden barrel, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a supple black leather flute pouch, a lacquered scarlet instrument case painted with golden wrens, a silver-edged scabbard, an onyx-inlaid light crossbow, a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp, a shadowy black hooded cloak embroidered with dark grey thread, a golden-brown yew Faenella emblem suspended from a delicate golden chain, some silvery-grey wool britches fastened by narrow leather buckles, a soft fur-lined black velvet tunic with silver gryphon buttons, some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps, some Bardic Spirit Knot earrings, a carved phoenix-painted pick, a silvery satin rosette and a copper wren charm on a braided ivory white silk chain.



Physician Xochi Saguaro of Therengia, an Elothean Empath.
She has tilted almond-shaped jade eyes. Her auburn hair is very long and straight, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has tanned skin.
She is in her prime for an Elothean.
She has a tattoo of a multi-hued sunset mirrored over a calm ocean on her leg.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a soft pale grey woolen cloak hooded with a white ermine cowl, a red Happy Child rose, a spidersilk poke, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a dainty animite chain dangling a delicate platinum engagement ring set with icy blue sapphires encircling a crystalline dragon tear, a stuffed black and white shh'oi paguur, a blackened silver armband carved in the shape of two encircling hands, a large silk sack, a filmy iridescent camisole that hangs in pale wispy tatters, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, some chain greaves, a chain shirt, a fine-linked chain coif woven with icy-blue metallic strands, some reinforced hide gloves and some leather ankle boots.