The Arthe Dale Concert and Performing Series/Firannion/10-3-1998
Firannion Concert, 10/3/1998, Dreamheart’s Concert Series, Baearholt’s Farmhold As transcribed by Mykk Dalys
Time
It has been 355 years, 237 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. It is the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Emerald Dolphin It is currently summer. It is very early morning.
Location
[Baearholt's Farmhold, Taproom]
Dark oak beams criss-cross the low whitewashed ceiling in the taproom of Baearholt's Farmhold. In the corner, a bard sits on a tall stool playing a rapid melody on her gittern as patrons join in a hearty drinking song and sample the quality meads and ales for which Baearholt's is known. You also see a polished mahogany counter with some stuff on it, a narrow door and a menu.
On the mahogany counter you see a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of dark double-bock, a pint of amber ale, a pint of amber ale, a pint of amber ale, a pint of amber ale, a pint of amber ale, a pint of amber ale and a pint of amber ale.
Performer
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Guest List
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
Aidana Darccangel, an Elothean Minstrel Ailill Dreaghnean, a Human Bard Minstrel Anli Priestess Branwen Cebin Cemm Marcolin, a Human Warrior Mage Daemog Dragynfire, a Gor'Tog Poet Deannyia O'Lirra, a Human Bard Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan, a Human Bard Eileethan Silverchord, an Elf Bard Ghideon Halfdan Father Johnathani Struedel, a Human Kahlan Balladeer Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard Kortny Horselord, a Human Larisah Darwenwood, an Elf Bard Lyriel Ranger Mobelia burnzyn, an Elf Morwina Mykk Dalys, a Halfling Nyrit OakLefta, an Elothean Ranger Rhydiah De-Terra, a Dwarf Richard Sajana Tale Singer Trynie Tel'aran'rhiod, an Elf Bard Vurkannan Mage Veterator Mystifarious, an Elf Warrior Mage Xenon Xenrath Elemancer Ysraena Zildjan Mumia, a Dwarven Warrior Mage
Set list
- Bardic Prayer
- “Green grows the georin grass...”
- The Boobrie
- Defenders of the Lute
- “...empath of the heart.”
- Barbarian Ellyn
- “...the breaking of hearts.”
- Mage of Fire
- “Trader with a D”
Encore
“Hearts, in love's first recognition...”
Announcement
Your mind hears Dreamheart thinking, "the Concert tonight starts in just minutes at Baearholt's Taproom, out the northeast gate until you get to the twisting trail!"
Concert
Taleweaver Dreamheart just arrived.
Veterator chants:
"Ladies and gentlemen, DREAMHEART IN THE HOUSE"
Dreamheart says, "Heyo everyone! Welcome to the End of the Week Concert."
Dreamheart says, "Tonight our performer is the lovely and talented Firannion."
Dreamheart says, "There are some refreshments on the bar..."
Dreamheart exclaims, "Try to keep your noise down during the performances, of course, and remember, bards love sparkly things!"
Firannion says, "All right, I'm going to start off with an invocation to Faenella, called "Bardic Prayer.""
Firannion says, "Sung a cappella."
Firannion clears her throat.
Firannion ponders the ceiling for a few moments as she composes herself for an uncharacteristically serious song.
Firannion slowly sings in a soprano voice:
"Goddess of the glowing hair
Lady, lift my voice
Hearken to a bardic prayer
Lady, lift my voice"
Firannion loudly sings in a soprano voice:
"Lady, lift my voice aloft
Breathe within me strong and soft
Sound your music clear and oft
Lady, lift my voice"
Firannion wistfully sings in a soprano voice:
"Sweet Faenella, guide me still
Lady, lift my heart
Teach me how to work your will
Lady, lift my heart"
Firannion emphatically sings in a soprano voice:
"Lady, lift my heart aloft
Drum within me strong and soft
Sound your music clear and oft
Lady, lift my heart"
Firannion lovingly sings in a soprano voice:
"Help me use these gifts you sent
Lady, lift my soul
Let me be your instrument
Lady, lift my soul"
Firannion confidently sings in a soprano voice:
"Lady, lift my soul aloft
Play within me strong and soft
Sound your music clear and oft
Lady, lift my soul"
(Firannion lets the last note trail off as she drops her head in a gesture of reverence.)
Firannion bows her head and grows still for a moment.
Firannion ponders.
Firannion says, "Well, for those who don't know me, I'll continue with a bit of autobiography."
Firannion says, "I don't sing this one much anymore, since it no longer accurately reflects my attitudes towards certain subjects."
Firannion says, "But it explains a bit of my background."
Firannion smiles.
Firannion says, "I'll be needing a chorus."
Firannion gets a cherrywood violin from inside her blue brocade backpack.
Firannion gets a cherrywood bow from inside her blue brocade backpack.
(Firannion begins to saw out a deceptively jaunty melody on her violin.)
Firannion kindly says, "join me on the chorus, fellow Bards: It's easy enough to pick up."
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"There's many a lad has caught my eye
Since I was a wee young lassie
And many a one has asked me why
I let them all go past me"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"My reasons I have often told
A tale both sad and long, O
Now, by the gods, I'll make so bold
To put it in a song, O"
Firannion sternly exclaims, "Here comes the chorus, now pay attention!"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Green grows the georin grass
And the deobar tree so shady
But greener still the heart of a lass
Who'll put her faith in a laddie"
(Firannion's eyes grow hazy as her mind wanders back in time.)
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"My mother was her family's pride
Their heir and elder daughter
Her dower, farmlands rich and wide
Between the wood and water"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"My mother's voice was sweet and fair
Admired of every laddie
Her heart was light and free from care
Until she met my daddy"
Firannion exclaims, "Sing with me this time!"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Green grows the georin grass
And the deobar tree so shady
But greener still the heart of a lass
Who'll put her faith in a laddie"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"My father was a merry blade
A handsome lad, and witty
A proper bard he might have made
In Shard or Crossing city"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"But idleness was Father's vice
His sire was surely Idon
He loved his ale, he loved his dice
And any willing maiden"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Green grows the georin grass
And the deobar tree so shady
But greener still the heart of a lass
Who'll put her faith in a laddie"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"The day that he and Mother met
His friends to him did say, O
"The lad who doth her dower get
Need never work a day, O""
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"She loved him for his bonny face
His voice, his wit, his charm, O
And with a wastrel's winning ways
He wooed her for her farm, O"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Green grows the georin grass
And the deobar tree so shady
But greener still the heart of a lass
Who'll put her faith in a laddie"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"So glad was she this lad to wed
So soon came she to grieving
She bore four children to his bed
And slaved from dawn 'til evening"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"While he within the tavern kept
With flowing glass in hand, O
To pay off Father's gambling debt
She sold off half her land, O"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Green grows the georin grass
And the deobar tree so shady
But greener still the heart of a lass
Who'll put her faith in a laddie"
A tear runs down Firannion's face.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"And now my mother's bent and grey
She scarcely sings at all, O
My father lies beneath the clay
Slain in a tavern brawl, O"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"When womanhood I did attain
I roved in quest of gold, O
In hopes we someday might regain
The lands that Mother sold, O"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Green grows the georin grass
And the deobar tree so shady
But greener still the heart of a lass
Who'll put her faith in a laddie"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"So wooers all, pass by, pass by
The Realms alone I'll wander
And when a charming lad I spy
My mother's fate I'll ponder"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"My heart is neither made of stone
Nor broken beyond mending
But I'd rather walk this world alone
Than share my mother's ending"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Green grows the georin grass
And the deobar tree so shady
But greener still the heart of a lass
Who'll put her faith in a laddie"
Firannion teasingly exclaims, "Let's have the chorus one last time, with everyone joining in!"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Oh, green grows the georin grass
And the deobar tree so shady
But greener still the heart of a lass
Who'll put her faith in a laddie"
Firannion says, "The next one...well, I'm not sure what to say about the next one."
Firannion shrugs.
Firannion says, "The Boobrie."
Firannion says, "And now for a lesson in the natural history of Elanthia."
(Firannion produces a mysterious object resembling two shortened telescopes joined together, holds it up to her eyes and scans the audience.)
Firannion says, "No, this is not a sacred talisman of the Moon Mage Guild, but a clever device called "binoculars" which is most useful in observing the avifauna of the Realms."
Firannion says, "I have been spending some time of late in the foul swamps to the east of Riverhaven, the home of a most unusual and inordinately cranky feathered creature known as the boobrie."
Firannion smiles as she tucks the binoculars away in a pocket of her pack.
Firannion says, "If you have not yet had the misfortune to make this bird's acquaintance, here are a few facts you should know about its nasty habits."
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Gather round and hear me sing
You who go adventuring
And I'll share some good advice that I have heard
If adventure you will seek
Then beware the baleful beak
Of our fancy-feathered friend, the boobrie bird"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"If you're going for a romp
In the noisome Zaulfung swamp
Look around and soon the boobrie you will spy
You will doubtless be impressed
By her shining feathered crest
And her long sharp beak is sure to catch your eye"
Firannion winces.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
She treats the traveler rudely-O
Because she has forgotten how to fly
To alleviate her pique
She would gladly stick her beak
In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"She's a most unpleasant sort
And her temper it is short
For she wishes she could bid this place goodbye
She detests her habitat
But she can't accomplish that
Because she has forgotten how to fly"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Her sharp stiletto bill
Goes through leather like a drill
It'll slash your flesh to ribbons like a knife
She can pierce vambrace or greave
Like it was a lacy sleeve
Then the hungry bird will drain you of your life"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
She treats the traveler rudely-O
Because she has forgotten how to fly
To alleviate her pique
She would gladly stick her beak
In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"
(Firannion executes a reasonable facsimile of the boobrie's mating dance.)
Firannion cackles!
Firannion paces back and forth.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion ducks her head.
Firannion flails her arms about.
Firannion preens. Someone's pleased with herself!
Firannion cackles like a lunatic!
Firannion begins flapping her arms around wildly.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"When Faenella made the birds
Too melodious for words
Her holy favor passed the boobrie by
Who among us wouldn't squawk
If we always had to walk
Knowing that our dear old grannies used to fly?"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Mother boobrie tells her brood,
"'Tis your birthright to be rude
After all, you cannot fly and cannot sing."
Hear her egg her nestlings on:
"Just remember when I'm gone
You could poke somebody's eye out with that thing!""
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"The boobrie-O, the boobrie-O
She treats the traveler rudely-O
Because she has forgotten how to fly..."
Firannion inhales a great swallow of air.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"So take heed of what I speak
And be careful what you seek
Don't imagine that she's weak
Or expect her to be meek
Though her plumage is unique
Being flightless, she's a freak
To alleviate her pique
She would gladly stick her beak
In your arm or in your leg or in your eye!"
Firannion pants.
Firannion grins like an idiot.
Firannion curtsies.
Firannion says, "Time to get serious, now."
Firannion clears her throat.
Firannion gets a maple lute from inside her instrument case.
Firannion says, "Many of you already know this song from singing it in the Lute Room for Wren."
Firannion says, "Please sing it with me again, and maybe she will hear us."
(Firannion strums a strong, defiant march on her own maple lute.)
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Within a hidden, hallowed room
We wait here singing in the gloom
And hear above the tramp of doom
Defenders of the Lute"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Where bloody hands would seize the Wren
Stand valiant maids and worthy men
Prepared to die, and die again
Defenders of the Lute"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"About the city traitors go
Conspiring to placate the foe
Defiant heroes tell them, "No!"
Defenders of the Lute"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"All in the sewer's endless night
Join ranger, healer, bard and knight
Sworn comrades in one cause to fight
Defenders of the Lute"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"The slaughtered halfling children's wail
Arises over Arthe Dale
We know our vigil must not fail
Defenders of the Lute"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Like days of yore, when stilled was song
Our foe is pitiless and strong
Our hearts ache to avenge the wrong
Defenders of the Lute"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"With faith that dread can ne'er exhaust
We shall stand firm, nor count the cost
For if it falls, then all is lost
Defenders of the Lute"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"So may its purpose be fulfilled
This sacred heirloom of our guild
In every birth some blood is spilled
Defenders of the Lute"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"If we survive, past hope and fear
We pledge to gather once a year
Recounting all that happened here
Defenders of the Lute"
Firannion puts her lute in her instrument case.
Firannion gets a silk-stringed pyi-pya from inside her blue brocade backpack.
Firannion ponders.
Firannion says, "This one is hard for me. Bear with me."
Firannion bows her head and grows still for a moment.
Firannion ponders her fingering as she begins to play a stately, mournful melody on her pyi-pya.
Firannion inhales a great swallow of air.
Firannion hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:
"No bleeding wound would you descry
If you should peer beneath my mask
The heart bears more than meets the eye
The only cure I dare not ask"
Firannion painfully sings in a soprano voice:
"The gods have dealt a bitter blow
Too grievous for the healer's art
No herb, no salve can mend my woe
I need an empath of the heart"
Firannion longingly sings in a soprano voice:
"Are you the one whose touch can bless
And free my soul from dire distress
And make me whole in every part?
Are you my empath of the heart?"
(Firannion struggles for self-control as the song stirs up raw, painful memories.)
Firannion tenderly sings in a soprano voice:
"Within your eyes this heart can see
A kindred spirit sorely tried
Who bears with grace and dignity
An ache you ever seek to hide"
Firannion wistfully sings in a soprano voice:
"Then join me, you who walk alone
So well-disguised, so deeply scarred
To heal your hurts would heal my own
If I were empath of your heart"
Firannion smiles sadly to herself, as if gingerly replacing a fragile, imaginary treasure on the shelf of her memory.
Firannion regretfully sings in a soprano voice:
"Am I the one whose touch can bless
And free your soul from dire distress
And make you whole in every part?
Am I your empath of the heart?"
Firannion sighs.
(Firannion plays through the chorus one last time, her hands seeming to tremble as she restrains the intensity of her plucking so as not to break the delicate silk strings of the pyi-pya. She leaves the last note hanging in the air, like a question she cannot help asking though dreading the answer.)
Firannion says, "Well, I'm certainly not the only one who has walked the road of heartbreak. "
Firannion says, "And here is a very sad tale of two others."
Firannion puts her pyi-pya in her blue brocade backpack.
Firannion recites:
"The song I am about to sing is 'Barbarian Ellyn', an ancient ballad in the comickall-tragickall mode."
Firannion says, "No doubt the tune is familiar to you. "
Firannion says, "In your travels you may have heard something similar to these lyrics, but this is the original version."
Firannion smugly says, "I wrote it myself, in an earlier incarnation...as the blind Gor'Tog harper, Turlough O'Nonymous."
Firannion gets some georin pulp from inside her blue brocade backpack.
(Firannion turns her back and rubs the georin pulp on her face and scalp, the better to impersonate a Gor'Tog narrator.)
Firannion puts her pulp in her blue brocade backpack.
Firannion smiles a greenish grin as she turns back to face her audience.
Firannion clears her throat.
Firannion inhales a great swallow of air.
Firannion sweetly sings in a soprano voice:
"In Tiger Clan, where I was born
A Gor'Tog maid was dwelling
A sturdy beauty, I'll be sworn
Her name, Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion lovingly sings in a soprano voice:
"As in the merry springtime air
When green buds are a-swelling
Far greener were the cheeks so fair
Of sweet Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion playfully sings in a soprano voice:
"Like burning charcoal were her eyes
Her biceps like a melon
Her playmates called her Thunderthighs
This young Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion teasingly sings in a soprano voice:
"She led the lads a merry chase
Their overtures repelling
Not one of them could win the race
For fleet Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion sternly sings in a soprano voice:
"To words of love she paid no heed
The only tales worth telling
Were tales of fierce and warlike deeds
Thought stout Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion shakes her head.
Firannion wistfully sings in a soprano voice:
"'Twas on a dank and frosty morn
When puddles were congealing
As fine a youth as e'er was born
Did court Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion sighs.
Firannion confidently sings in a soprano voice:
"Up to this maiden's barnyard gate
He ardently came calling
He boldly thought to be the mate
Of sweet Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion mockingly sings in a soprano voice:
"She looked this handsome warrior o'er
Her high contempt concealing
Saying, 'Who comes knocking at the door
Of young Barbarian Ellyn?'"
Firannion sheepishly sings in a soprano voice:
"'Erwilian it is my name
I'm not sure of the spelling
I am drawn hither by the fame
Of fair Barbarian Ellyn'"
Firannion tenderly sings in a soprano voice:
"This youth mistook her fit of pique
For warm romantic feeling
Stepped forth to kiss the blushing cheek
Of fierce Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion falls over.
Firannion weakly sings in a soprano voice:
"He lost his footing in the mud
'Twas surely love he fell in
He lay there stunned, this Gor'Tog stud
Before Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion weakly sings in a soprano voice:
"He lost his footing in the mud
'Twas surely love he fell in
He lay there stunned, this Gor'Tog stud
Before Barbarian Ellyn "
Firannion coyly sings in a soprano voice:
"She raised him from the icy patch
His full physique revealing
He stood there every inch a match
For proud Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion excitedly sings in a soprano voice:
"He clasped her in his brawny arms
Inflamed by all her yelling
Not thinking he might come to harm
He kissed Barbarian Ellyn "
Firannion harshly sings in a soprano voice:
"A broken jaw, a mangled face
Six bleeders, cuts and swelling
He paid full dearly to embrace
Berserk Barbarian Ellyn "
Firannion hopelessly sings in a soprano voice:
"No word of comfort would she give
No empath would she call in
Erwilian lost his will to live
Without Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion painfully sings in a soprano voice:
"'Bring me my shroud, my plain pine box
With Eylhaar I'll be dwelling
Farewell, my comrades, and a pox
On cruel Barbarian Ellyn'"
Firannion shudders.
Firannion darkly sings in a soprano voice:
"And as she stomped away in wrath
She heard the death-bell knelling
'Erwilian walks the Starry Path
Alas, Barbarian Ellyn!'"
Firannion's shoulders bow as if under some great burden.
Firannion regretfully sings in a soprano voice:
"'Twas neither sorrow nor remorse
That did this Gor'Tog gal in
Bubonic plague, it made a corpse
Of fair Barbarian Ellyn"
Firannion gets a wild rose from inside her blue brocade backpack.
Firannion sadly sings in a soprano voice:
"They buried her by Trothfang's shrine
Erwilian beside her
From his grave grew a rose so fine
From Ellyn's grew a briar"
Firannion waves a wild rose around.
Firannion dreamily sings in a soprano voice:
"They grew and grew o'er Trothfang's shrine
'Til they could grow no higher
The rose reached out to intertwine..."
(Firannion pauses for effect...)
Firannion mischievously sings in a soprano voice:
"...And was strangled by...the briar."
A tear runs down Firannion's face.
Firannion curtsies.
Firannion exclaims, "All right, I think we need a major change of pace here!"
Firannion says, "Hold onto your hats, folks. "
Firannion rubs her hands together.
(Firannion perches on the edge of the bar and swings herself up, flashing a well-toned bit of leg in the process.)
Firannion checks her footing.
Firannion bats her eyelashes.
Firannion sways gracefully about in an elegant dance.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Oh, it's long that I've traveled the Realms all around
And wherever I go I can hear a sad sound
From the many who've lost or ne'er found what they've sought
For the breaking of hearts, I can't hear my own thoughts"
Firannion unravels her braid.
Firannion runs her fingers through her hair.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"For the ones who might want us are ones that we don't
And the ones that we want are the ones who just won't
So we dance for old Saemaus, by fits and by starts
To that sad syncopation, the breaking of hearts!"
Firannion shakes her hips, ringing the bells on her hip-chain.
(Firannion undulates her hips suggestively. Who does she think she is, Trul?)
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"There are many who swear they'll ne'er come to this pass
But when love calls your name, e'en the wisest turn ass
And you'll dance with the donkey, and play the buffoon
For there's no sitting down when the god calls the tune"
(Firannion shimmies like a mirage in the desert.)
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"When the ones who might want you are ones that you don't
And the one that you want is the one who just won't
Then you'll dance for old Saemaus, by fits and by starts
To that sad syncopation, the breaking of hearts!"
Firannion smiles boldly as she loosens her bodice and leans forward, affording you a clear glimpse of her artistic license.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"They'll be dancing all over, from Theren to Leth
Till their boots are worn thin, and they're all out of breath
Though the chorus is simple, the steps may be hard
And the name will have changed for those dancing in Shard"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Where the ones who might want them are ones that they don't
And the ones that they want are the ones who just won't
There they'll dance for Smaragdaus, by fits and by starts
To that sad syncopation, the breaking of hearts!"
Firannion sighs.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Now my heart it grows weary, my feet they grow sore
So I'll write no sad love songs for you any more
And I'll auction my heart and my virginity
To the lad who can write the best song about me!"
Firannion smiles slyly as she passes out quills, ink and parchment to the males in the audience.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"For the ones who might want me are ones that I don't
And the one who I want is the one who just won't
And I've danced for old Saemaus, by fits and by starts
To that sad syncopation, the breaking of hearts!"
(Firannion tap-dances a little coda to the tune of "Shave and a Haircut".)
Firannion does an impressive backflip with a slight twist!
Firannion winks.
Firannion curtsies.
Firannion smiles a silly grin as she hops nimbly down off the bar, landing lightly on her feet.
Firannion coyly says, "Ummm, I suppose it's only fair at this point to make a public announcement that the contest is over...and all prizes have been awarded."
Firannion blushes furiously!
Firannion says, "To tell the truth, there was only one entry..."
Firannion hesitantly says, "Perhaps I ought to rephrase that...Only one entrANT."
Firannion says, "All right. Next song."
Firannion says, "This one is also on the steamy side, so the faint of heart should leave now."
Firannion says, "The one this is for...knows who he is."
Firannion says, "It's called "Mage of Fire"...but it's NOT about Mibgluc."
(Firannion taps out a slow, mesmerizing, almost primitive rhythm on her bones and begins to chant along.)
Firannion darkly sings in a soprano voice:
"All my tears were spent in vain
All my hopes were at an end
Nothing left to feel but pain
Fragments of a heart to mend"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"So I reached to turn the page
Asked the gods for clarity
Raised my eyes and spied a mage
Practicing his arts on me"
Firannion smiles and closes her eyes as if visualizing some pleasing image.
Firannion longingly sings in a soprano voice:
"Can your spells a curse undo?
Mage of fire, mage of earth
Can you, with your touchstone true,
Gauge a shattered spirit's worth?"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Can you thaw my frozen dreams?
Mage of water, mage of air
Is your power what it seems?
If you can, then will you dare?"
Firannion sways gracefully about in an elegant dance.
Firannion dreamily sings in a soprano voice:
"With your lips you weave your spells
Lay me bare with just a glance
Secret knowledge in you dwells
There is magic in your hands"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Just a gesture gives me wings
Just a whisper fans the flame
Dowse my deepest hidden springs
Conjure love's forbidden name"
(Firannion sways rhythmically, as if in a trance.)
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Can your spells a curse undo?
Mage of fire, mage of earth
Can you, with your touchstone true,
Gauge a shattered spirit's worth?"
Firannion emphatically sings in a soprano voice:
"Can you thaw my frozen dreams?
Mage of water, mage of air
Is your power what it seems?
If you can, then will you dare?"
Firannion licks her lips.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"At your touch enchantment grows
Kisses pour like dark red wine
Elemental mana flows
From your body into mine"
Firannion teasingly sings in a soprano voice:
"When our powers meet and blend
Your familiar I will be
All your bidding I'll attend
Only as it pleases me"
Firannion smiles a bit lasciviously.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Can your spells a curse undo?
Mage of fire, mage of earth
Can you, with your touchstone true,
Gauge a shattered spirit's worth?"
Firannion hauntingly sings in a soprano voice:
"Can you thaw my frozen dreams?
Mage of water, mage of air
Is your power what it seems?
If you can, then will you dare?"
(Firannion raises the bones over her head and lets the hypnotic beat trail off into a trill like the rattle of a snake.)
Firannion bows her head and grows still for a moment.
Firannion says, "Time to get silly again."
Firannion says, "There is a little story behind this song."
Firannion says, "I recently discovered that I was the subject of a false rumor."
Firannion says, "Someone accused me of singing nasty songs about her."
Firannion says, "At the time, it was completely untrue."
Firannion says, "But then I thought about it a while."
Firannion says, "And I decided that if I had to live with the slander, I might as well have the fun of what I was being accused of."
Firannion says, "That way it wouldn't go to waste, you see."
Firannion says, "So...I'm not going to name names, but many of you will know who this is about."
Firannion smiles.
Firannion smiles brightly as she starts up a rollicking fiddle tune, instantly recognizable from many an old folksong.
Firannion innocently sings in a soprano voice:
"When first I came to Crossing town, a Bardling yet unskilled
I met a lass who made her second home inside our Guild
Herself could scarcely play a note, her singing was off-key
"No Bard am I," she said, "I am a Trader with a D.""
Firannion winks.
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"Oh, a Trader with a D
That's what she said to me
And all along I thought she was
A Trader with a D!"
Firannion cheerfully exclaims, "That's all there is to the chorus; Bards, sing it with me the next time it comes around!"
Firannion sarcastically sings in a soprano voice:
"This lass and I became good friends, it's hard to say just how
For while I spent my childhood yoking oxen to the plow
She learned to hold her little finger out while drinking tea
How different were this Bardling and this Trader with a D!"
Firannion smirks.
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Oh, a Trader with a D
That's what she said to me
And all along I thought she was
A Trader with a D!"
Firannion mischievously sings in a soprano voice:
"My friend was fond of music, and she wished with all her heart
To make her reputation as a patron of the arts
She spent her gold to help us Bards almost as easily
As she could rake it in, this wealthy Trader with a D!"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Oh, a Trader with a D
That's what she said to me
And all along I thought she was
A Trader with a D!"
Firannion sheepishly sings in a soprano voice:
"Now some folk thought me gullible to heed this lass at all
And other folk believed her padded purse held me in thrall
But who it is that buys the round, it matters naught to me
I sang her songs and drank her health, this Trader with a D!"
Firannion shrugs.
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Oh, a Trader with a D
That's what she said to me
And all along I thought she was
A Trader with a D!"
Firannion enigmatically sings in a soprano voice:
"For when this lass was in her cups, she showed another side
She hinted of a scarlet past that now she'd like to hide
But what she said, you'll have to hear from someone else than me
I'll not betray my former friend, this Trader with a D!"
Firannion covers her mouth with her hand.
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Oh, a Trader with a D
That's what she said to me
And all along I thought she was
A Trader with a D!"
(Firannion bows her violin briskly with many an ornamental flourish, dancing in and out of the flickering light as she shows off her technique for a bit.)
Firannion sadly sings in a soprano voice:
"But now, alas, there comes the sorry ending to my tale
She'll not be seen in taverns with the riffraff drinking ale
She fancies she's a member of the aristocracy
And snubs the Bards she once admired, this Trader with a D!"
Firannion shakes her head.
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Oh, a Trader with a D
That's what she said to me
And all along I thought she was
A Trader with a D!"
Firannion innocently sings in a soprano voice:
"It's no surprise to anyone that Thieves have their own Guild
Assassins can be hired by those who need somebody killed
But I confess that I was shocked by this discovery
To realize that there's a Guild of Traitors with a T!"
A chorus of voices join with Firannion's leading soprano as she sings:
"Oh, a Trader with a D
That's what she said to me
And all along I thought she was
A Trader with a D!"
Firannion raises her hand.
(Firannion stops playing abruptly and sings the final chorus a cappella.)
Firannion mockingly sings in a soprano voice:
"Oh, a Trader with a D
That's what she said to me
And all along she really meant
A Traitor with a T!"
Firannion asks, "All right, I've kept you all here a long time. Shall we cut straight to the encore?"
Firannion says, "This one I'm kind of still working on, it may not be the final version."
Firannion gets a maple lute from inside her instrument case.
Firannion smiles crookedly as she adjusts her lute into an open tuning to recreate the ringing harmonics of a folksong.
Firannion listens carefully to the maple lute, plucking the strings.
(Firannion strums her lute at a moderate, lilting tempo, setting a thoughtful mood.)
Firannion calmly sings in a soprano voice:
"Hearts, in love's first recognition
Fly as free as forest birds
Why must we so soon ensnare them
Bind them fast with honeyed words?"
Firannion darkly sings in a soprano voice:
"Many are the hearts held captive
Twisted by the oaths they swore
Many are the hearts grow stunted
By that word, "Forevermore""
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"So do not swear by Honour grim
For I'll love none so stern as him
Do not swear by liege and lief
For passions wane, and time's a thief"
Firannion quietly sings in a soprano voice:
"Now you speak of love eternal
Undiminished e'en in death
As you loved me, love another
Thus I'll pray with my last breath"
Firannion emphatically sings in a soprano voice:
"Never would I see your spirit
Pruned like some espaliered tree
If misfortune e'er should part us
Know that you are always free"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"So do not swear by moon and star
Who cannot see the future far
Do not swear by head and hand
Lest fate undo what you have planned"
Firannion confidently sings in a soprano voice:
"Never could I wish to bind you
Never did I think to wed
All I have and am I'll give you
Unashamed I'll share your bed"
Firannion wistfully sings in a soprano voice:
"If I find you still beside me
In the morning, make no vow
Do not dwell upon tomorrow
Live today and love me now"
Firannion sings in a soprano voice:
"So do not swear by rose and ring
For love's no tame domestic thing
Do not swear for well or ill
But love me of your own free will!"
Firannion smiles serenely as she picks out the chorus once more. She lets the final strum ring for a long time, the last reverberations of the deep drone string seeming to soak into the very walls as they fade away.
(Firannion bows her head as she drops into a deep, graceful curtsy.)
What Everyone Was Wearing
Poet Firannion Matrevyn, a Human Bard
She has violet eyes, long thick silver hair that is braided, and tanned skin. She is fairly young for a Human. She is in good shape.
She is holding a pint of dark double-bock in her right hand.
She is wearing some calla lily earrings with pearl accents, some spidery copper-rimmed spectacles, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a cerulean hip belt embroidered with intricate golden wrens, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a carved pick, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, some white silk stockings, a sparkling-red cookie bag, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a tiny nightingale charm, a gold owl ear-stud, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a blue velvet gown, some blue velvet slippers, a moonstone circlet, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a scalloped golden chain anklet with dangling golden acorns and a cerulean blue pouch.
Aidana Darccangel, an Elothean
She has amber eyes, very long curly blue-black hair that is loose, and pale skin. She is fairly young for an Elothean. She is in good shape.
She is wearing a Gorbesh catapult basket, a light cream cowl, a pair of wire spectacles with sky blue lenses, a tiny nightingale charm, a brushed platinum brooch with an elegant tear-shaped black diamond captured within its delicate spirals, a golden sunburst pendant set with a calaverite runestone surrounded by brilliant ruby flames, a charming bracelet of playful red gold kittens with slitted indakar eyes, some azure hunting leathers, a jade inlaid leather staff sheath hand-tooled with the image of a panther, a smoky jade armband etched with the image of shadowy cats, a pair of red coral earrings shaped like leaping flames, some light cream gloves, a dazzling gold link weapons belt studded with pearls, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a black Gorbesh composite bow with tips fashioned in gold, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a silk overtunic in shades of blue depicting the creation of the stars and moons, a twisted cambrinth armband, a black leather bandoleer, a sapphire encrusted onyx cat collar with charms hanging from the bottom edge, a vivid green satin ribbon, a platinum clasp in the shape of a human cleric holding a carved sapphire Xibar, a dark blue spidersilk pouch, a silver ring engraved with twining moons and stars, a sprig of mistletoe, a black leather scroll case embossed with the symbol for eternity, a midnight blue silk girdle studded with gems forming the known constellations, some Fae robes of iridescent silk ending in a long train, a silver double-strand baleora with opalescent blossom pendant, a nola'a ring, a black crystal wedding band that seems to have the night stars captured within, an agate band with snarling gargoyle faces outlined in copper wire, a silver filigree and cambrinth earring, some sky blue velvet slippers with silver buckles forming a lion and nightingale and a jadeite gwethdesuan.
Minstrel Ailill Dreaghnean, a Human Bard
He has jade eyes, very long thick amber hair that is tousled, and tanned skin. He is young for a Human. He is in good shape.
He is holding a pint of amber ale in his right hand.
He is wearing a rosewood longbow, an olive green backpack, a rich sable sack, some rich sable boots, a forest green sheath, an emerald green quiver, a forest green kilt, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a leather aventail, a long pouch, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a leather reinforced helm, an ordinary shield and some jet black fur-lined leathers.
Cemm Marcolin, a Human Warrior Mage
He has crystal blue eyes, shoulder length wavy brown hair that is tied back, and tanned skin. He is young for a Human. He is in good shape.
He is wearing some hunting leathers, a sturdy weapon harness, a balanced light crossbow, a longbow wrapped in hand-tooled leather, a twisted cambrinth armband, a hooded longcoat, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a pair of polished black leather knee boots, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a burlap backpack and a black leather scroll case embossed with the symbol for eternity.
Daemog Dragynfire, a Gor'Tog
He has black eyes and jade skin. He is young for a Gor'Tog. He is in good shape.
He is holding a glass of pumpkin lambric in his left hand.
He is wearing an Orders box, a platinum chain baleora bearing a claw pendant with a green malachite ball in its taloned grasp, a bronze dragon pin, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a black leather scroll case embossed with the symbol for eternity, a deep green sluagh-hide quiver, a heavy cambrinth wristband inlaid with a cheerful silver donkey, a brushed silver torque inlaid with an onyx coyote silhouetted against a cambrinth moon, a twisted cambrinth armband, a spiraling cambrinth armband inlaid with a carved onyx ram, a silver filigree and cambrinth earring, a frosted onyx cambrinth ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, a cambrinth pendant carved into the shape of a jackal pouncing upon a wounded vulture, a twisted gold and cambrinth bracelet inset with a swooping obsidian vulture, a pair of jade green gauntlets, a jade green helm, an emblazoned tower shield, a jade green thigh bag, a brown wool kilt, a tattered burlap bag marked "Majikul Supplize", a rabbit's foot, a crude leather vest stitched with tiny bones, an embossed greatsword sheath, an inlaid jade band, a finely woven taffelberry-dyed tabard with the image of several grinning Halfling farmers, a rumpled felted woolen shirt, some deep green sluagh-hide boots, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a black leather cloak trimmed in silver, a hand-stitched traveler's pack and some jade green armor.
Poet Deannyia O'Lirra, a Human Bard
She has crystal blue eyes, long straight honey hair that is loose, and fair skin. She is fairly young for a Human.
She is wearing a sjatmal gwethdesuan, an emerald bracelet, a pair of emerald earrings, a cambrinth ring, a herb pouch, an unicorn ring, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a hip purse, some supple hunting leathers, a golden vest, a black satin skirt, some silver thigh boots, a wand belt, a royal blue backpack, a carved lapis-inlaid pick, a glittering gold chain, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a knotted thread wristlet strung with carved bone beads, a crystal unicorn amulet, a blue velvet ribbon, a coral anklet, a finely-tooled short quiver, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a crystal unicorn armband, a elm longbow and a light crossbow.
Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan, a Human Bard
She has grey eyes, shoulder length wavy auburn hair that is loose, and fair skin. She is young for a Human. She is in good shape.
She is wearing a leather cowl, a pair of emerald earrings, a silvery satin rosette, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a somber black hooded cloak, a forest green ribbon, a strand of dull amber beads, some fine Elothean gold bracelets, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a ruffled skirt, a black silken garter threaded with small iridescent beads, a patchwork vest crafted from bits of colorful fabrics, an egg-shell white linen chemise with full sleeves, a dancer's belt, a belled bracelet, a belled anklet, a grey leather haversack, a pearl grey suede bandolier, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, a tear-drop crystal earring, a canvas sack, a carved silver pick, some high-heeled boots, a knot of multicolored silk ribbons, a dragon's heart ring, some articulated greaves, a leaf green cloak, a carved pick, a lantholite gwethdesuan and some studded leather gloves.
Eileethan Silverchord, an Elf Bard
He has crystal blue eyes, very long straight white hair that is loose, and fair skin. He is young for an Elf.
He has a crumbling volcanic rock wedged into his left eye.
He is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a corroded greatsword sheath, an elm short bow, an arm pouch, a silver ear cuff engraved with the image of a glowing wren locked in combat with an enraged dragon, a pair of wire spectacles with sky blue lenses, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a triskele medallion, a delicate silver rose ring, an onyx black medium case, a shadowy black vest with a treble clef stitched in silver thread on the pocket, a carved silver pick, a cocoon woven from shimmering pearlescent spiderweb strands, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a wide lifesculpted silverwillow band with a blue-white diamond shaped into it, a pair of comfortable-looking black trousers, a silver grey thigh bag, a black leather belt, a furry rabbit's foot hanging from a delicate silver ribbon, a blue towel and some tarnished full chain armor with repaired links.
Father Johnathani Struedel, a Human
You cannot make out his features with the clothing he is wearing.
He is wearing a blued chain balaclava, some metallic blue gauntlets, an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, a frosted onyx cambrinth ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, some chain greaves, a boutonniere of a black rose and blue tulip tied with a spidersilk cord, a cocoon woven from shimmering pearlescent spiderweb strands, a copper armband showing crescent impressions inside three black moons, a pair of black calfskin hipboots, a jade ring delicately carved with the clerics guild insignia surrounded by ancient unknown symbols, a sickly, petrified chicken's leg with talons pointed in different directions, a lion's tooth, some black silk pants with creative embroidery of the night sky constellations, a pale blue satin rosette, a blue linen tabard dyed with the bright green emblem of the lion of Chadatru, an elegant thigh-length tabard made from mottled mulberry silk, a dangling silver skull earring set with brilliant ruby eyes, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, an ancient midnight blue sash dusted with crushed moonstones in intricate motifs, a lemon yellow jonquil, a diamond and platinum locket, a midnight-blue woven belt embellished with fanciful renderings of the heavens, a set of cufflinks shaped like two tiny blue companion slates edged in platinum, a copper javelin pin, a pair of wire spectacles with amber lenses, a golden silk sunflower, a shimmering opal unicorn charm, an origami sampler sack, a deep gold silk stole embroidered with the image of a black coyote howling at a fiery red crescent moon, a necklace made up of a number of tiny rat skulls sewn onto a brilliant silver thread, a coal black raven charm, a sleek black spidersilk vest draped with a slender antique copper chain, a jasper coyote pin, a Gorbesh catapult basket, a blackened chain shirt, a frosty lazurite ring bearing the crest of the Cleric's Guild, a grass-green flaxen anklet, a tattered burlap bag marked "Majikul Supplize", an ivory and gold silk pouch, a gold-banded lapis lazuli locket, a clear crystal wedding ring set with a starry-eyed soapstone lion, a deeply-cowled monk's robe and a deep blue silk stole embroidered with the image of a spiral-horned ram eating a bunch of deep purple grapes.
Balladeer Kesstrell Sagbotttom, a Halfling Bard
He has silver eyes, cropped amber hair, and fair skin. He is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
He is holding some chocolate hearts in his right hand.
He is wearing a red and white striped cap with a big red pompom, a dark indigo coat, a sunshine yellow sack, some chain legguards, a plain hip pouch embroidered with the name "Kesstrell", a bronze heron medallion, a motley jester's tabard of faded purple and green satin diamonds, a pair of plum wool knickers, a ruby red brocade pouch, a starry white narcissus, a deep green cloak, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, a sorrel red snakeskin waistcoat, a bear-hide sheath, a knotted thread wristlet strung with carved bone beads, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a rich golden sheath, a chocolate brown harness, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a carved phoenix-painted pick, some tawny gold doeskin boots, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord, an ebony pegleg carved with images of dancing skeletons, a wide copper earring and a hand-stitched traveler's pack.
Kortny Horselord, a Human
He has violet eyes, long thick auburn hair that is tied back, and fair skin. He is young for a Human.
He is holding a pint of amber ale in his right hand and a lumpy bundle in his left.
He is wearing an Elothean silverwillow crossbow, some chain silvered armguards, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, an albatross feather, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a roughly-braided leather armband, a misty grey case, a motley jester's tabard of faded green and gold satin diamonds, a forest green wool cloak embroidered at the edges with elaborate ivory knotwork, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a brushed platinum dagger clasp with a perfectly carved emerald snake coiled about the blade, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a blackened steel locket, a misty grey belt, a misty grey bag, a small jeweled sack, a sturdy weapon harness, a triskele medallion, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a golden sunburst medallion inlaid with delicate silver filigree and sparkling diamonds, some chain silvered legguards, a double-linked chain tunic, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a leather cowl and some silvered mail gauntlets.
Larisah Darwenwood, an Elf Bard
She has grey eyes, long wavy amber hair that is loose, and fair skin. She is young for an Elf.
She is holding some coconut-cream chocolates in her right hand and a glass of sparkling champagne in her left.
She is wearing a hooded shadow black cloak clasped at the neck with a small diamond dagger, an onyx-inlaid light crossbow, a slimming cerulean dress of soft, sighing silk that hugs the hips and is laced up the back with silver ribbons, some web earrings, a small tikka festooned with elaborate silver ivywork, a carved pick, a golden-edged hairpin, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a taneel'neg ring, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a silver gilt hauberk, a heavy platinum ring engraved with the image of a dragon grasping the emblem of the Bard's Guild between its claws, a brushed silver armband engraved with a large jade glaysker flower, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, some black riding boots with silver spurs, a thigh quiver, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a fragile black diamond rose, a hip pouch and a gold-trimmed black spidersilk pouch.
Ranger Mobelia burnzyn, an Elf
She has crystal green eyes, very long curly golden brown hair that is loose, and rosy skin. She is young for an Elf. She is in good shape.
She is holding a pint of amber ale in her right hand.
She is wearing a willow longbow, full double leather, a pair of pearl white gloves, a pearl white mask, some forest green socks, a black suede hip pouch, a diamond encrusted platinum ring bearing the crest of the Ranger's guild, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a silver owl earring, a waermodi gwethdesuan, an ivy anklet, a pitch-black backpack, a necklace with a silver eternity knot dangling from the chain, a sleek garter made of verdant ivy twined with shimmering silver threads, a taneel'neg ring and a lumpy bundle.
Mykk Dalys, a Halfling
He has blue eyes, short wavy black hair that is tied back, and tanned skin.
He is holding a pint of amber ale in your right hand.
He is wearing a sumptuous wine red cloak, a blood red swashbuckler's sash, some billowing black satin pantaloons edged with flame red piping, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a leather weapon harness, a willow backpack, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a jadeite gwethdesuan.
Nyrit OakLefta, an Elothean Ranger
She has violet eyes, long curly honey hair that is braided, and fair skin. She is fairly young for an Elothean. She is in good shape.
She is holding a pint of dark double-bock in her right hand and a cat-shaped taffelberry lollipop in her left.
She is wearing a lumpy bundle, a leather archer's cuff with the Ranger Guild crest hand-tooled across the back, an ornate scabbard, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger's guild, a white silk cincture, a thigh quiver, a black thigh pouch, a herb pouch, some dark hunting leathers, a deep red albredine ring, a dagger arm sheath, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, some knee-high moccasins, some fawn brown doeskin pants, a fletching pouch, a wristlet and a foresters bow.
Rhydiah De-Terra, a Dwarf
She has crystal blue eyes, long wavy golden hair that is tied back, and fair skin. She is young for a Dwarf. She is in good shape.
She is wearing a woven willow gathering pouch, a weapons halter, a twisted cambrinth armband, a thigh quiver, a sturdy backpack, a salt-stained shield, a lumpy bundle, some mail gloves, a full chain helm, a stone grey hooded longcoat with daggers stitched on collar and sleeves and some double chain mail.
Tale Singer Trynie Tel'aran'rhiod, an Elf Bard
She has violet eyes, very long curly honey hair that is loose, and fair skin. She is young for an Elf.
She is wearing a pair of mesh glittering handguards, a black cloak, an onyx medallion hanging from a delicate silver chain, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a small velvet sack embroidered with tumbling dice, a sapphire blue suede long pouch, a gold thigh pouch, a small suede case, a silver key with a spider-web design on the grip, an opal wren armband, a greatsword sheath, some mist grey breeches, a smooth black agate ring with two singing wrens carved into the band, a blackened steel locket, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, some white doeskin boots with tiny wolf-shaped onyx charms, a gold ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a silver grey wrist purse, some silvery hunting leathers, a carved wooden wren hanging from a soft leather cord and a polished chain balaclava.
Mage Veterator Mystifarious, an Elf Warrior Mage
He has crystal green eyes, very long thick platinum hair that is loose, and ebon skin. He is young for an Elf.
He is wearing an iridescent silver mage's robe embroidered with an angry black thundercloud, some garnet red boots, a cambrinth ring, a silver-edged scabbard, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Bard Guild, a ruby signet ring, a scarlet journey pack, a Nisha short bow, a crimson leather mask, a pair of mesh bronze handguards and a silver chain.
Zildjan Mumia, a Dwarven Warrior Mage
He has grey eyes, is bald, and has fair skin. He is young for a Dwarf.
He is holding a pint of amber ale in his right hand and a pint of dark double-bock in his left.
He is wearing an ornate scabbard, a sturdy grey backpack, some boots, some baggy breeches, a large sack, a chain aventail, some tarnished full chain armor with repaired links, a light crossbow, a target shield, a cambrinth ring with a carved bear claw setting and a tarnished silver ring inset with cambrinth skulls.