The Arthe Dale Concert and Performing Series/Kelela/11-8-2003

Kelela Concert, 11/8/2003, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

It has been 374 years, 85 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Amber Phoenix. It is currently spring and it is early morning. You think it's somewhere about the Anlas of Hodierna's Blessing.

It's raining steadily.

[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 an open doorway, some wooden stairs, a polished wooden bar, and a wooden menuboard.

Guest List Dancer Kelela FyreDance of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen

Pathfinder Acerild Claveus, an Elven Ranger Hauler Aderic, an Elven Trader Moon Mage Aesea O'Peia, a Human Reveler Aleysa Schion, a Human Bard Sorrower Amagaim Tailbiter, a Prydaen Empath Broker Brynnhilde Oremsdottir of Therengia, a Human Trader Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard Mystic Darkgaze of Elanthia, an Elothean Dhaerk Dethlon of Zoluren, a Halfling Tale Singer Donalisa DeLondra of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen Bard Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan of Zoluren, a Human Bard Eloya, an Elf Magess Elynndra of Elanthia, a Kaldaran Warrior Mage Storyteller Ezirah Jy'ein, an Elf Drifter Feretto Shuurai, a Prydaen Ranger Taleweaver Kaity Henton of Elanthia, a Human Bard Dancer Katrinai Dainaan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elf Mage Kotlik, an Elven Warrior Mage Kryst, a Prydaen Hedgewizard Kuert Kerbain of Ilithi, an Elothean Dancer Lorieanna Lassaugh, a Human Bard Poet Mckatelee Starryskye of Ilithi, an Elven Bard Storyteller Melodiel of Elanthia, an Elven Bard Huntress Motarra Iidoon of Elanthia, an Elothean Mykk Dalys, a Halfling Sorrower Nimeesha Medycia of Elanthia, an Elothean Student Orfen Gemclear, a Gnome Moon Mage Troubadour Raziaar Dvinegus, a Human Ryskien VanWasshen of Ratha, a Human Caretaker Saerhyn Nyxaevion, an Elven Empath Shadow Sarabyn Lamis, an Elf Mesmerist Sephernia Wolfleriel of Zoluren, a Human Moon Mage Sukair Sensitive Syranna Medycia, a Human Empath Tashya Talyonoushka of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen Novice Thorsan, a Halfling Moon Mage Troubadour Useff Budna-DeMooren, an Elven Bard Vladlena Schwartzhexe, an Elven Bard Battle Empath Wheller Herbmaster of Elanthia, an Elothean Empath Won of Elanthia, a Human Bard Xanzie Nikatime of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elven Bard Mage Zapfest of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Warrior Mage

Set List A Wench's Life I Never Knew A Heart's Lament One Set Back "...an old dance I created a long time ago..." The Day That You Died A Rover's Heart Tomorrow Concert People are beginning to drift in the general direction of Arthe Dale. One young woman pulls at her companion's sleeve. "Hurry up!" she hisses. "We want to get a good seat for the concert! The Arthe Hollow Inn is big, and I want to sit up front!" Her companion, a tall young Elf, chuckles, "We have a few roisaen yet, dear," but he obligingly hurries his steps to match hers.

Wheller asks, "bards gotta drink right?" Useff takes a sip of his stout. Dreamheart says to Wheller, "I am not drinking anything alcoholic for now." Darkgaze laughs! Darkgaze says, "I will." Useff gets a glass of cantrip punch from inside his libation caddy. Useff offers Dreamheart a glass of cantrip punch. Useff says, "I think this is alcohol free"

Daerlynn recites:

"Hello, all!"

Dreamheart accepts Useff's cantrip punch. Dreamheart sniffs at a glass of cantrip punch.

Kelela stretches. Syranna offers Kelela a long-stemmed white rose.

Daerlynn recites:

"How is everyone?"

Kelela asks Donalisa, "ok wait, did someone trick me into an alcoholics meeting?" Donalisa exclaims, "I'm innocent!" Dreamheart says to Useff, "Are you sure, because I am bound by a holy oath not to drink just now."

Useff recites:

"Hello, my name is Useff, and I'm a stout-o-holic"

Kelela gasps in terrified panic, trembling and flailing her arms about! Kelela exclaims, "it is an alcoholics meetings!" Kelela breaks down and bawls her eyes out, tears flooding out and dripping on the ground.

Daerlynn recites:

"Useff, you DO look stout... what ales you?"

Mckatelee winces. Useff cackles at Daerlynn! Vladlena asks, "an alcholics meeting?" Katrinai moans. Donalisa laughs at Daerlynn. Melodiel chuckles at Daerlynn. Kelela snickers. Donalisa groans. Katrinai grins at Daerlynn. Daerlynn grins. Mckatelee offers Daerlynn a bottle of bearheart stout. Ryskien grins evilly at Katrinai. You hear someone laughing softly nearby. Darkgaze sighs. Donalisa grins at Daerlynn.

Daerlynn recites:

"Sooner or lager, everyone will get that!"

Daerlynn accepts Mckatelee's bearheart stout. Kelela snickers. Donalisa says, "ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Donalisa falls over. Daerlynn beams at Mckatelee! Donalisa sits up. Mckatelee grins. Dhaerk takes a bite of the tart. Donalisa gives Daerlynn a gentle poke in the ribs. Daerlynn grins at Donalisa. Elynndra screams! Donalisa chuckles.

Daerlynn recites:

"Ok, I'll hops to it...."

Useff says, "Daerlynn can brew up the fastest puns"

Mckatelee winces. Donalisa rolls her eyes. Daerlynn looks at Useff and blushes. Melodiel groans. Melodiel chuckles. Aleysa snickers. Aleysa laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Daerlynn recites:

"Thank you all for coming tonight!"

Ryskien says to Useff, "I think the jokes are rather flat tonight. They mead help."

Motarra grins. Aderic wobbles, looking a bit faint. Melodiel chuckles at Ryskien. Aleysa makes a grunting noise. Donalisa babbles something incoherent at Ryskien.

Useff says, "malts in your mouth, not in your glass"

Amagaim says, "One more pun and I'll lose my head"

Daerlynn exclaims to Ryskien, "Stop wining!"

Tashya laughs at Useff. Aleysa covers her ears with her hands. Donalisa groans. Mckatelee places her hand over Useff's mouth. Kelela covers her eyes with her hand. Ryskien lets out a deep sigh of contentment.

Daerlynn recites:

"This is the 50-somthing concert here in Arthe Dale, and we have a wonderful bardess tonight!"

Kelela grins impishly.

Daerlynn recites:

"I thought it wasn't her, cause she got all shy on us, then she decided she would just hit on everyone tonight, and her old self came back!"

Kelela purrs deeply, her eyes drooping partially shut. Kelela flirts with Motarra. Motarra smiles demurely, giving Kelela her full attention.

Daerlynn gives Kelela a gentle poke in the ribs. Daerlynn exclaims, "Not that one!" Kelela says, "sorry Auntie..." Kelela chuckles. Daerlynn grins at Kelela. Kelela's tail twitches, a mischievous look on her face.

Daerlynn recites:

"So, let's all hear it for...."

Daerlynn yells, "Kelela!"

Kelela flirts with Aderic. Kelela grins impishly. Aderic winks at Kelela.

Kelela ducks her head. Kelela takes a sip of her grog.

Kelela says, "Ello all...."

Kelela says, "I hope you don't mind if...I seem to meander a bit tonight. I'll be honest, I'm not much of one for notes..."

Kelela says, "They tend to ruin my flirtations..."

Kelela says, "and my fun" Donalisa says, "and her shopping..." Tashya says, "And her family." Kelela says, "oh gods yes, one must never shop with notes...you'll never buy anything that way."

Ryskien says, "Well, when you get drunk enough to flirt with the trees, someone has to stop you before a ranger gets jealous." Ryskien winks at Kelela.

Kelela says, "Anyway, hopefully you all have fun tonight I think I will...if not i'll settle for getting drunk and finding a new man."

Kelela says, "my room's upstairs, it's the one with the door left open" Kelela chuckles.

Kelela says, "Anyway, lets get this party started"

Kelela says, "This is a song I've entitled, "A Wench's Life", by me."

Kelela confidently sings:

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

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

Kelela mischievously sings:

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

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

Kelela teasingly sings:

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

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

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

Kelela asks, "any gypsies in the room?"

Kelela longingly sings:

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

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

Kelela helplessly sings:

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

Kelela sings:

   "Oh a wench's life is a wonderful life
    Roaming all wild and free
    Be it by a shake or a shimmy
    Or a kick to their jimmy
    No man will ever be able to catch me
    Ohh, no man will ever be able to catch me..."

Kelela chuckles. Kelela bows. Kelela says, "Mmm, and aint it the truth..." Kelela says, "I've yet to have one keep me for longer than...well, not long."

Kelela says, "Next up is a song I've entitled, "I never knew...""

Kelela says, "I hope you enjoy it as well..." Kelela chuckles.

Kelela sings:

   "The other girls all look at me
    Their eyes enviously green
    They make up lies and stories
    Hoping I'll pass unseen..."

Kelela sings:

   "You may have heard a tale or two
    And you should try to understand
    That I may be a real bad girl
    But I really like what I am."

(Kelela's lips curl into a deliciously wicked grin, her shoulders shrugging slightly to signify her lack care about the situation.)

Kelela sings:

   "Now don't disbelieve what you hear
    Cause I done most what they say
    And don't be shocked if I seem proud
    Of my many wicked ways..."

Kelela sings:

   "Mayhaps I drink to much
    And I know I play too rough
    But when it comes to being bad
    There's no such thing as bad enough.
    Yeah, I've done many a thing
    I never ever thought I would
    But then again I never thought
    Being b-b-b-bad would feel this good."

Kelela asks Mckatelee, "who woulda guessed...?" Mckatelee winks at Kelela.

Kelela sings:

   "Yeah, I'm the original party girl
    There ain't no sin I haven't tried.
    And if you can't believe it, heh
    Then lets take a walk outside."

Kelela says to Acerild, "I need a drink..."

Kelela ponders how much of her exploits she should share... Kelela grins impishly.

Kelela sings:

   "Lust lead me to the cold sea shore
    Where I met some pirates quite demanding.
    But by the time the sun rose again.
    I was the only one left standing."

Kelela smiles playfully as she slowly slips a blade from her garter to her hand... Kelela gets a dark talon blade from inside her scarlet lace garter. Kelela chuckles.

Kelela sings:

   "Now, wrath and Hate take to much time.
    Though murder's fun done right
    And many's the man whose kissed my blade
    For trying to curtail my night..."

Kelela sings:

   "Mayhaps I drink to much...
    And I know I play too rough.
    But when it comes to being bad.
    There's no such thing as bad enough
    Yeah I've done things
    I never thought I would
    But I never thought
    Being b-b-b-bad would feel this good..."

Kelela slips a dark talon blade in her scarlet lace garter, tightening the ribbons securely below her knee.

Kelela sings:

   "Now if you're lookin to shame me
    Let me take the time to reassert
    I'm proud of what I am...
    And what I am's a shallow flirt."

Kelela sniffles. Kelela says, "So...well, actually that ain't THAT sad..."

Kelela playfully tilts her ears in opposite directions.

Kelela sings:

   "My wild side has a reckless range
    Running from sea to shining shore
    And if you think to tame me
    You'll see what my claws are for..."

Kelela just blew Eloya a kiss. Kelela smiles slyly as she attempts to look angelic, only to snicker a moment later. Kelela snickers.

Kelela sings:

   "So many think they know what I want
    When I know I got what they need
    Ain't no one man enough to handle this
    Dun't know why they try to follow my lead."

Kelela sings:

   "Mayhaps I drink to much
    And I know I play too rough
    But when it comes to being bad
    There's no such thing as bad enough.
    Yeah, I've done many a thing
    I never ever thought I would
    But then again I never thought
    Being b-b-b-bad would feel this good."

Kelela sings:

   "Yeah I've done things
    I never thought I would
    Being b-b-b-bad would feel...
                           ...this damned good."

Kelela purrs. Kelela says, "Mmm...and I never thought I'd do half of em again." Kelela chuckles.

Kelela says, "I guess I'll bow next time I'm done" Kelela sticks out her tongue and lets loose with a loud, "Thbtbtbt" from her lips!

Daerlynn exclaims, "We are never sure when you are done being bad!" Daerlynn winks at Kelela. Kelela says, "one's never done" Kelela says, "we merely sugarcoat it up for public"

Kelela says, "Anyway, I'm going to slow it down for a moment..." Kelela says, "As many of you can tell, I'm...well, I'm Prydaen" Kelela says, "I admit it..." Mckatelee says, "nooooo." Kelela says, "Yes, it's true" Kelela sighs.

Kelela says, "Now that that's off my chest, I'm sure many of you know how we had to flee our homeland and all that. Well, in the journey over my birth parents and most of my family were lost to me..."

Kelela says, "All but one sister, which probaly explains why I've adopted half the realms to maek up for it."

Kelela says, "not that I regret ANY of my adoptions, I love each and every one of my sisters...Anyway, this is a song I wrote in remembrance for my family"

Kelela says, "I call it, A Heart's Lament"

Kelela hauntingly sings:

   "You've gone away, gone ahead
    And now you'll spend all eternity
    Residing in the land of the dead."

Kelela smiles softly as she takes a small step back. Lifting her hands into the air she sends a slow chime through the air, its haunting tune lingering long after it's faded away.

Kelela sings:

   "Where are you mother
    Why'd you leave me alone
    Don't you know I need you
    I can't go through life on my own."

(Kelela tilts her head slightly causing her mane to fall forward and shadow her face.)

Kelela sings:

   "Where are you father
    Why haven't you returned to me
    Don't you know I need you
    What is it that I can't see..."

(Kelela raises her head slowly, revealing the unshed tears pooling in her dark eyes.)

Kelela hauntingly sings:

   "You've gone away, gone ahead
    And now you'll spend all eternity
    Residing in the land of the dead."

(Kelela sways then dips slightly, her movements slow and sure as her shoulders and hips move in sinuous harmony...)

Kelela sings:

   "Where are my parents...
    Where are my kin?
    Where have they gone...
    Where should I begin?"

(Kelela's ears perk up slightly, her saddened face taking on a child's innocence for a brief moment...)

Kelela sighs.

Kelela sings:

   "All that's left is my sister
    What happens when she's gone
    What'll become of who I am
    Where will I belong?"

(Kelela's face hardens for a moment, soft grief turning to cold anger as she remembers all that was torn away from her....)

Kelela hauntingly sings:

   "You've gone away, gone ahead
    And now you'll spend all eternity
    Residing in the land of the dead"

Kelela hauntingly sings:

   "You've gone away, gone ahead
    And now you'll spend all eternity
    Residing in the land of the dead"

Kelela hauntingly sings:

   "You've gone away, gone ahead
    And now you'll spend all eternity
    Residing in the land of the dead"

Kelela sings:

   "I don't know where you went
    Or when I'll join with thee
    And so my heart laments
    Cause you're gone from me"

(Kelela relaxes again, her movements once again slow and fluid though her eyes still reflect the pain inside.)

Kelela hauntingly sings:

   "They've gone away, gone ahead
    And now they'll spend all eternity
    Residing in the land of the dead."

Kelela smiles sadly as the last few notes carry through the air... Kelela bows.

Kelela says, "I don't think I relized how many prydaens we had in teh room when I started that." Kelela chuckles.

Kelela says, "now I have to rethink my next song"

Kelela says, "I don't wanna leave you all down in the dumps" Kelela chuckles.

Kelela says, "I know..." Kelela chuckles. (Mckatelee demands to be cheered.) Kelela says, "or not if Kate's being demanding" Kelela chuckles.

Kelela says, "This next song, is entitled "One set back...", and if it doesn't amuse you well...it amuses me." Kelela chuckles.

Kelela playfully sings:

   "When it comes to finding true love
    Or just a good roll in the sack
    Where best to look than in a guild
    For they know best what their men lack
    But  searching through I found one thing
    They all seem to have one set back "

Kelela swishes her tail through the air. Kelela ponders. Kelela says, "actually, some guilds have two ort hree...."

Kelela teasingly sings:

   "If you want a man of lore and charm
    Then you should go for a cute bard
    Between his songs and dancing
    He'll never turn into a ball of lard
    Course, there is one lil setback
    Holding his interest will be hard..."

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

Kelela says, "Mmm...come to think on it, that may not be the only hard part of the relationship..."

Kelela winks at Donalisa.

Kelela darkly sings:

   "Moving under the cover of darkness
    A thief will steal a girl s heart
    He'll hold her tight, and give her a kiss
    And before the sun comes up, he will depart
    Course, there is one lil setback
    Deflowering a girl is what he calls an art..."

Kelela says, "Well, if all artists put that much detail work into their pieces I'd probaly be a larger fan of their...work."

Kelela matter-of-factly sings:

   "If you wish to find a guy
    Who is nae quite so rash and so loud
    Choose a wise and quiet Moon Mage
    Filled with dignity, and not quite as proud
    Course, there's one lil setback
    And that's getting his head out of the clouds..."

Kelela hums cheerfully to herself. Kelela gazes upward.

Kelela says, "I'm nae really sure what he sees up there, but I think he should spend a liil time looking down...here."

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

Kelela nervously sings:

   "Now, if you want someone flashy
    Then you'll for sure adore a war mage.
    He's all flash and show and tell
    I once heard they don't even age.
    Course, there's one lil setback
    He sets things on fire when in a rage."

Kelela playfully tilts her ears in opposite directions.

Kelela says, "Now, while able to light a fire...I've yet to see them finish putting one fully out"

Kelela says, "which, leaves one just a tad...unsatisfied"

Kelela guardedly sings:

   "If you wish for holiness and matrimony
    Then you may be seeking for a paladin fair
    He'll always show you his good side
    And try to convince you that he does care
    Course, there is one lil setback
    There's no sex inside that lair."

Kelela quirks her ears outward in surprise. Kelela babbles incoherently. Kelela wobbles, looking a bit faint. Kelela says, "I can't...even comment on that one" Kelela says, "I just can't do it, it's to traumatizing" A tear runs down Kelela's face.

Kelela asks, "I mean what next, no booze?"

Kelela mischievously sings:

   "Now if you want someone quite devoted
    And does nae drink to much sweet mead
    Then a cleric is the one for you
    Why he can even raise the dead!
    Course, there's one lil setback
    He'll be to drained to raise his other head"

Kelela ponders. Kelela says to Brynnhilde, "I knew something seemed fishie...."

Kelela says, "It explains the affliation between the pallie guild and theirs"

Kelela excitedly sings:

   "Now, perhaps you'd like to never bleed
    In which case I suggest an empathic Touch.
    After all, they can fix bones and bleeders
    And all sorts of scars and such
    Course, there's one lil setback
    They want all dates to be Dutch."

Kelela gasps! Kelela slips and lands against Daerlynn. What a klutz! Kelela says, "He actually expected me to share my honey with him after that..." Kelela stands up. Kelela exclaims to Amagaim, "and my wallet!"

Kelela mockingly sings:

   "Now, if you seek wealth untold
    Then a Traders wallet is what you need
    Silk gowns and fine jewelry aplenty
    A prosperous life they lead
    Course, there's one lil set back
    His unquenchable and lusty greed..."

Kelela drools.

Kelela says, "ok now, while I'll admit that after tha paladin and cleric one does need to...catch up on her activities, there is to much of a good thing."

Kelela says, "though I haven't discovered what that is yet..."

Kelela sheepishly sings:

   "Now, perhaps you're attracted to size
    And you want someone big and strong.
    Who could lift you over his head with one arm.
    Well, with a barbarian you can't go wrong
    Course, there's one lil setback
    I've heard in the bedroom they don't last long."

Kelela blinks. Kelela says, "I know it's not a race...but someone should tell him that." Daerlynn innocently asks, "Does size matter?" Kelela says, "oh Auntie, you know it does...least it does when picking your dress out" Kelela says, "can't buy em to big...don't want em to small" Kelela says, "has to be justttttttt right"

Kelela hauntingly sings:

   "Now, perhaps you like the forest fair
    In which case I suggest a ranger
    They're so silent and so cute
    And there s no  one minute  danger
    Course, there's one lil setback
    They'll leave you for a stranger."

Daerlynn asks, "They will?" Daerlynn gasps!

Kelela says, "well, mine did"

Kelela says, "Maybe I shouldn't have laughed..."

Kelela playfully tilts her ears in opposite directions.

Kelela says, "but it well...no, I don't kiss and tell."

Kelela bats her eyelashes.

Kelela regretfully sings:

   "Now, that really leaves you one choice yet
    And that's the choice of a common man
    His talents are by far the most diverse
    And when in bed will have you saying "hot damn"
    Course, there is one lil setback
    He has no retirement plan..."

Kelela says, "Luckily I like to live in the moment..." Kelela fans herself.

Kelela says, "One should always worry about tomorrow in the morning..."

Kelela confidently sings:

   "And so it remains a simple fact
    Guilds won t find you a love true
    They all have their ups and their downs
    Leaving the choice up to you
    Yet, if I had to pick on guild alone
    I think one of each just might do."

Kelela purrs deeply, her eyes drooping partially shut.

Kelela says, "or two...or three, maybe four. Four might work.." Kelela nods.

Kelela bows.

Kelela says, "Now...I know this is a...concert, and most concerts consist of just..singing"

Useff says, "but not yours"

Kelela grins at Useff. Kelela says, "of course not" Kelela says, "I am after all, a dancer"

Kelela asks, "and what sort of dancer would I be if I didn't...dance?"

Donalisa asks, "one with broken legs?" Donalisa ponders. Kelela says, "true, but mine aren't broke" Kelela just tickled Donalisa, who laughs and returns the favor. Kelela says, "and don't offer to do it sis" Donalisa grins.

Kelela says, "Anyway, this is an old dance I created a long time ago..."

Kelela says, "for an event I wasn't hired to perform at"

Kelela says, "very sad, probaly had to do with puking in the corner during audtions"

Kelela says, "but I could be wrong"

Kelela says, "Anyway, as a dance...it doesn't really have a title."

Kelela chuckles.

Kelela says, "but it's a gypsy dance of sorts, I used to watch them as they were travelling."

Kelela says, "beautiful people that, so strong..so sensual so..." Kelela drools. Kelela wobbles, looking a bit faint. Kelela coughs. Kelela says, "I mean uh, yes, dancing"

Kelela says to Katrinai, "so hard to keep focused sometimes"

Kelela gets a scarlet gypsy tambourine with fluttering multi-colored ribbons from inside her black haversack.

Kelela waves a scarlet gypsy tambourine with fluttering multi-colored ribbons around.

Kelela smiles with skirts swaying from side to side in a gentle sweep as she sashays into the center of the room. Bending a single leg at the knee, she firmly plants its toe into the ground as her arms slowly rise above her head. Silken scarves fall from each wrist to frame the face while the many layers of the skirt settle softly on the floor.

(Kelela slowly builds up a soft staccato beat with her tambourine against one palm. Softly swaying to the beat, scarves flutter gently as her shoulders begin to move opposite the flow of her hips. Golden eyes close in concentration, soft chimes beginning to flow from her fingertips between the gentle beats of the tambourine. Arching her back slightly, a smile splits her glistening lips.)

Kelela shakes her hands, ringing the bells on her bracelet.

Kelela smiles playfully, tambourine and finger cymbals suddenly pick up speed and hips and shoulders keep pace wildly. Twirling around the fire wildly, silver hair flies enticingly around fast-paced shoulders and about the head to resemble a soft silver aura or small cloud of smoke. Stamping her feet to the beat, bare glimpses of her ankles can be seen as the skirt lifts and rises with the rapid turns and spins.

Kelela's tail undulates lazily through the air.

(Kelela spins around suddenly, hair flying out in a sprawling trail and wrapping around her slender form. Brazenly weaving her arms in front of her body, then slowly raising them above her head never ceasing the shifting patterns a beguiling smile spreads across her face. Curling and uncurling to the beat, her tail drops and lifts rapidly to add an exotic element to her dance.)

Kelela gets a pair of copper zills from inside her black haversack.

Kelela swiftly clicks her fingers together, letting the crisp *CLAP* of her copper zills fill the air.

(Kelela grabs her skirts in one hand and begins to swing them around rapidly as she continues to twirl in first one direction, then another. Flashing more and more of her ankles, the vividness of her eyes twinkle across the room eliciting a low whistle from an admiring watcher. Gasping in surprise at herself, she stops suddenly and allows her skirts to fall back to the floor.)

Kelela flirts with Aderic.

Kelela smiles sheepishly as she glances around the audience, blushing slightly at letting herself go so much. Humming a soft tune she starts a more languid tune on her finger cymbals, drummers joining in from behind the audience to lend a slow beat between gentle chimes. Swaying gracefully to the beat, she begins to prance around the fire again.

(Kelela bends and dips slowly to and fro, drawing out the elegance of each simple movement and lending it a beauty unseen in most light. Flicking her wrists gently each scarf flutters away from her body gently, before returning and retreating again. Allowing her hips to rock gently, the bells around her hips join in the chiming melody.)

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

Kelela smiles coyly around the room through half-slit eyes. Focusing on no one person too long, arms reach out gracefully to beckon softly before falling down again, twirling rapidly the bare soles of her feet flash occasionally as she lifts a leg to accent a pose or spin more. Picking up the pace, the bells around her hips chime quicker as she tosses the finger cymbals away.

Kelela just blew Katrinai a kiss.

Kelela asks, "mmm...so, whose single in here tonight?"

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

(Kelela grins ferally, rocking her hips in fluid figure-eights chiming the bells on her hip chain as her arms rise above her head. Lifting her leg and sharply pointing it toe down into the dirt, she poses while glancing around the audience as the drummers behind them abruptly change their beat in to a more sensual and fast-paced staccato beat reminiscent of the wildness found in all gypsies.)

Kelela swiftly clicks her fingers together, letting the crisp *CLAP* of her copper zills fill the air.

Kelela looks over her shoulder and winks at Eloya.

Eloya says to Kelela, "I'm waiting for your fast blades, miss."

Kelela says to Eloya, "why wait for those when I have so much more to offer..." Kelela playfully brushes the tip of her tail against Eloya's waist.

Kelela smiles impishly stalking slowly around the room, pausing to emphatically shake her hips and draw attention firmly to her every couple of steps. Reaching her original place, she nods to the drummers to add in the tambourine and finger chimes. Lithe arms slowly move around her body in random patterns and wrists flick slightly, enclosing the body in near transparant scarves.

Kelela purrs happily in Kryst's general direction. Kryst directs a curious meow at Kelela.

(Kelela slowly begins to spin more and more rapidly around the fire, bells chiming as her skirt begins to rise and fall all on its own. Laughing loudly her hands clap to the new beat, feet barely touching the ground for long as she begins to jump and twist about, scarves flying around her madly. Eyes gleam wickedly as she flirts with the crowd, garnering their attention to herself as a cohort slips through to pick a few pockets...)

Kelela just blew Eloya a kiss.

Kelela smiles as she continues to swish her skirts around her body, daringly lifting it up and exposing more and more leg before letting them fall down again. Turning to and fro, her hair flies wildly about her body as she flings herself into a rapid series of spins, turns, and fluttering scarves. Coming outta the circle, she leaps up in the air briefly to spin about before freezing.

Kelela flirts with Kryst. Kryst falls over. Kelela's tail twitches, a mischievous look on her face. Kryst rolls around on the ground. Typical.

Kelela nibbles on Mykk's neck gently.

(Kelela poses once more, one toe planted into the ground as she leans forward in a bow, rising with her skirt grasped in one hand exposing the length of her leg to her thigh she takes a fliratious bow.)

Donalisa says, "very nice and discreet dance, sis" Donalisa nods. Kelela says, "I'm still amazed I managed to be that...behaved." Kelela chuckles. Kelela grins at Donalisa.

Kelela says, "this...is a new song" Kelela grins.

Kelela says, "And if it seems that it has more meaning to some than others well, I'll be honest"

Kelela says, "it was based on real events, but all names have been changed to protect the idiots...I mean innocent." Kelela coughs.

Kelela says, "I've titled it, The day that you died...."

Donalisa asks, "it's about me, huh?" Donalisa frowns.

Kelela says, "no sis, it's not about you" Kelela says, "I'd have to sing about multiple days then" Kelela sticks her tongue out at Donalisa. Donalisa chuckles.

Kelela sings:

   "You thought you knew who I was
    Just like I thought I knew you
    But, people change as time goes on
    So whats a wench to do
    I was always able to ignore
    The fact you were filled with spite
    But one can only take so much
    So the fault was yours that night."

Kelela gets a dark talon blade from inside her scarlet lace garter. Kelela purrs happily at a dark talon blade!

Kelela sings:

   "With a slip of my blade and one of her bolts
    You fell to the ground and died
    And I'm sorry to say it ya silly wench
    You were the only one who cried"

Kelela sings:

   "You never would listen to me
    When i was telling you what was wrong
    I wanted things to smooth over but..
    You knew what you were doing all along
    You tried to keep me all to yourself
    Is it any wonder I couldn't deal?
    After all my other friends had stuck by me
    I KNEW they were real..."

Kelela says to Donalisa, "rule one when making friends, do not try to drive off their other friends"

Kelela says, "this tends to upset people..."

Kelela sings:

   "With a slip of my blade and one of her bolts
    You fell to the ground and died
    And I'm sorry to say it ya silly wench
    You were the only one who cried."

Kelela mockingly sings:

   "You may have been to much
    Maybe we didn't need to drag you away
    But there was just so many frustrations
    That we released that glorious day
    You had to have seen it coming
    After all the warnings I gave...
    Yet you managed to act shocked
    As we rolled you into your grave."

Kelela says, "Rule two, when killed by a group of people do not be shocked if they mock you...they probaly didn't like you."

Kelela sings:

   "With a slip of my blade and one of her bolts
    You fell to the ground and died
    And I'm sorry to say it ya silly wench
    You were the only one who cried."

Kelela sighs. Kelela says, "very true that, why one time...I got killed and then..." Kelela ponders. Kelela says, "no wait, they raised me" Kelela mutters cryptically to herself.

Kelela sings:

   "I wish I could say that I felt bad
    But I've never been one to lie
    I never felt so good
    As the day I helped you die...
    With all these trips down memory lane
    Maybe I should just let the past be
    After all whats done is done
    It's time to move on and be free..."

Kelela says, "There was a third rule, but I forgot it....while trying to feel bad." Kelela sighs.

Kelela sings:

   "With a slip of my blade and one of her bolts
    You fell to the ground and died
    And I'm sorry to say it ya stupid wench
    You were the only one who cried."

Kelela bows.

Kelela says, "Anyway, one more song...unless you all talk me into two"

Kelela says, "This is a song I wrote for a very dear friend of mine, who I absolutely adore to the point I adopted her and she's been assimiliated into the family. She's not here tonight...but, I'll dedicate it to her anyway." Kelela chuckles.

Kelela says, "This is entitled, A Rover's Heart"

Kelela sings:

   "I don't know where I'm going,
    Or if I'll ever come back home.
    But it's time these feet left the land,
    In search of a path their own..."

Kelela longingly sings:

   "Can't ye hear the sea a'calling?
    It be shoutin out me name,
    And if I should choose to answer it,
    Could ye really find me to blame?
    Yeah, I'll be catchin the next ship.
    Gonna live me a life off shore!
    With the roll of the waves 'neath me.
    Who could ever ask for more?"

Kelela smiles slightly, her lips upturned at one corner as her eyes flash with the intensity of the sea, hair oddly whipping about her as a sudden storm wind comes out of nowhere and blows through the room quickly

Kelela sings:

   "But I got the heart of a rover,
    I'm a born wanderer if you will.
    It's time for me to be moving on,
    Cause I got other dreams to fulfill.
    And I don't know where I'm going,
    Or if I'll ever come back home.
    But it's time these feet left this trail
    In search of a path their own."

(Kelela gazes about the room, a questioning look flashing across her face...)

Kelela wistfully sings:

   "Can't ye hear the wind a'whistling?
    Yeah, the jungle's sounding a tune.
    And I find it near impossible,
    For me to resist it's sireny croon.
    So I'm gonna build me a home,
    High up off the forest ground.
    With de wild creatures all round me,
    No better home could be found."

(Kelela s face turns slightly more feral, as her throaty purr becomes more eminent with each sung syllable until each word becomes a sultry sound touching something deep inside you...)

Kelela sings:

   "But I got the heart of a rover,
    I'm a born wanderer if you will.
    It's time for me to be moving on,
     Cause I got other dreams to fulfill.
    And I don't know where I'm going,
    Or if I'll ever come back home.
    But it's time these feet left this trail
    In search of a path their own."

Kelela angles her ears forward, eyes bright with curiosity.

Kelela longingly sings:

   "Can't ye hear the mountains calling?
    They re singing me a special song.
    And it's coming from de far off summit,
    Mayhaps it's the place I'll finally belong.
    So I be putting on me showshoes,
    And climbing up dat distant peak.
    With it's deadly grace and glittery ice,
    Perhaps it ll break my roving streak."

Kelela smiles cooly, her dark eyes glistening with the dangerous fury of a winter blizzard.

Kelela sings:

   "But I got the heart of a rover,
    I'm a born wanderer if you will.
    It's time for me to be moving on,
     Cause I got other dreams to fulfill.
    And I don't know where I'm going,
    Or if I'll ever come back home.
    But it's time these feet left this trail
    In search of a path their own."

(Kelela s ears perk up suddenly twitching back and forth, as if trying to make out some far off sound...)

Kelela wistfully sings:

   "Can't ye hear the grass a'rustling?
    As it covers up the wagon tracks.
    Yeah, it s gentle sound is callin me,
    It says it knows what I lack.
    So I be heading out on a wagon,
    No longer travelling on foot.
    With the gentle breeze to guide me,
    Mayhaps I'll finally stay put."

Kelela ponders. Kelela says, "probaly not though...."

(Kelela's fur and mane start to rustle softly, her muscles tensing up in anticipation...)

Kelela sings:

   "But I got the heart of a rover,
    I'm a born wanderer if you will.
    It's time for me to be moving on,
     Cause I got other dreams to fulfill.
    And I don't know where I'm going,
    Or if I'll ever come back home.
    But it's time these feet left this trail
    In search of a path their..."

(Kelela gazes off into the distance, her eyes constantly shifting back and forth as if scanning the horizon for her next adventure...)

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

Kelela sings:

   "Can't ya hear them all a calling?
    They be shouting out my name,
    And if I choose to answer...
    Can ya really hold me to blame?
    My dreams can't be tied down,
    Not to one single place.
    And so all over this world,
    Ye can expect to be seein my face!"

Kelela smiles mischieviously, her ears twitching slightly as her hands come up to rest on her hips.

Kelela sings:

   "Cause I got the heart of a rover,
    I'm a born wanderer if you will.
    It's time for me to be moving on,
     Cause I got other dreams to fulfill.
    And I don't know where I'm going,
    Or if I'll ever come back home.
    But it's time these feet left this trail
    In search of a path their own."

Kelela hums cheerfully to herself.

Kelela sings:

   "Oh, what it all comes down to
    Is that I m a traveler through and through
    I may not know when I ll come back to thee
    But I ll always find a way to return to you
    Cause you re my shelter when I m weary,
    Yeah, you re my home away from home
    And so long as you're traveling with me
    I ll never be alone"

Kelela bows.

Kelela says, "and I've found that to be true" Kelela says, "I've never not had a home, not as long as I've had my family" Kelela says, "for they are my family" Kelela says, "and I can't go anywhere without encountering ONE of them"

Kelela says, "Anyway, I was going to end my concert on that note..."

Kelela says, "but I'll be honest, there is one other song I wanted to sing..."

Kelela says, "I wrote it recently, and...well, it's kind of sad but it has some special meaning to me."

Kelela says, "This is entitled..."Tomorrow", and I wrote it to help a friend recover from a loss."

Kelela sings:

   "Life's a funny thing
    Never know what it may bring
    Or how long it will be yours to hold
    Or when it'll be your time to let go
    Of whoever may be dying..."

Kelela sings:

   "We all go through our life living
    Constantly reaching and giving
    In the hopes we'll be remembered some day
    Cause we all want to leave a mark in some way
    No one wants to die with any misgivings."

Kelela sighs.

Kelela sings:

   "No one wants to die on their own
    Just like no one wants to die all alone...
    We reach out our hand and make friends
    Hoping someone'll be there when it ends
    So when we die we'll know that we were known."

Kelela gazes upward.

Kelela sings:

   "We all put off today what we can do tomorrow
    Never realizing we may not have the time to borrow
    Now the words in my heart will never be heard...
    Cause I was too afraid that they may be spurred
    But now I see clearly from the depths of my sorrow."

Kelela's tail undulates lazily through the air.

Kelela sings:

   "And in a week or two I would have been ready
    But now my world has become all unsteady
    And the words I love you came just a little to late
    I should have known this would be our fate...
    Why couldn't I have said them already..."

Kelela ponders how many times one is allowed to make their audience cry...

Kelela sings:

   "I wish someone could tell me that I'm dreaming
    That I have no reason to be waking up screaming
    When deep down all I want was to have said g'bye
    Surely you knew how I felt, for it was there in my eyes
    But I didn't and this is truth not a bad seeming."

Kelela sings:

   "But life's a funny thing
    Never know what it may bring
    Or how long it will be yours to hold
    Or when it'll be your time to let go
    Of whoever may be dying."

Kelela sinks into a deep curtsy.

Kelela says, "Folks, when ya leave tonight if you take one thing with you" Kelela says, "I want you to take the reminder to wish your loved ones well" Kelela says, "ya never know how long you'll have em" Kelela says, "And I love all of you"

Kelela says, "Anyway, thank you all for coming" Kelela says, "I do hope you enjoyed yourself, I know I did"

Daerlynn recites:

   "Lets all hear it once more for Kelela!"

Guest Descriptions

Pathfinder Acerild Claveus, an Elven Ranger. He has pointed ears and hazel eyes. His blue-black hair is short and thick, and is worn in a simple, loose style. He has fair skin. He is young for an Elf. He has a long bristly mustache on his upper lip and a fuzzy beard. He is in good shape.

He is holding some Burdock's ale in his right hand. He is wearing a red silk bandana embroidered with a black skull-and-crossbone pattern, some perfect goblin-hide gloves, a cooking pot lid, a ebony longbow, a friendship ring formed from linked silver knots, a white gold eyebrow ring, a black firecat skin backpack with knotted gut drawstrings, a leather survival belt with tiny blue glass clasps, a leather archer's cuff with the Ranger Guild crest hand-tooled across the back, a tiny wooden tree pin, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some wide-cuffed knee boots with polished brass buckles, a rich green woolen greatcloak lined with deep red silk brocade, a green leather sheath, a blackened steel locket, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, some red socks, some baggy black trousers with a crookedly-embroidered leather patch at the knee, a fuzzy gem pouch, a tasseled leather waterskin and some superb gargoyle-hide leathers.

Hauler Aderic, an Elven Trader. He has pointed ears and hazel eyes. His grey hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn braided. He has weathered skin. He is young for an Elf. He has some light stubble on his face. He is in good shape.

He is wearing an agate ring with a bronze serpentine band, a tan canvas feedbag, a fine mesh backpack, a patterned snakeskin ledger case clasped with a gilded viper fang, some fitted grey trousers, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a grey leather satchel emblazoned with a representation of the Sana'ati Dyaus -- emblem of the Leth Deriel Trader Guild, a night black hooded cloak stitched with the silhouette of a panther, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a fringed doeskin jerkin, a leather sheath, some plain brown leather boots, a full-sleeved white linen shirt with lace trim and some silver steel-rimmed spectacles.

Moon Mage Aesea O'Peia, a Human. She has pouting lips and thick-lashed blue-green eyes. Her honey-streaked blonde hair is long and thick, and is worn pulled back in a ponytail. She has rosy skin. She is young for a Human. She has a tattoo of a winged heart surrounded by flames on her ankle.

She has some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left hand, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, faint scuffing to the left eye. She is in good shape.

She is wearing a blush pink coral anklet with tiny triangular brass bells, a lustrous pink coral teardrop suspended from a fine wire necklace, a full chain helm, some chain greaves, a chain shirt, a black leather bullwhip, a black satin gem pouch with a blued-steel raven clasp, a platinum-hued armor pack shot through with narrow strands of steelsilk, a slender bone ring etched with the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a red cotton apron embroidered with pink roses, an amber-scaled hide telescope case, a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt, a blush pink coral anklet with tiny triangular brass bells, some soft black spidersilk stockings, a deep black thigh bag with a hand-forged silver clasp, a heart-shaped pin, a white rose and tulle circlet trailing with cascading silk ribbons, some pale pink silk slippers intricately embroidered in gold thread, a copper kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a diamond band, a lustrous pink coral teardrop suspended from a fine wire necklace, a scarred leather harness splattered with bloodstains, some flowing pink silk pants gathered snug at the ankles with belled laces, a polished platinum star set with a small dark sapphire, a silver earring in the shape of a shield emblazoned with a heart, a fine white linen and lace corset embroidered with roses sewn in pink thread, a Yavash-red leather cloak clasped at the neck with a glistening white gold star set with a dark sapphire, a shell-pink silk coat, a blushing pink day gown adorned with a tiny rosette at its modest neckline, a silver signet ring bearing the seal of the Celestial Compact, a heavy cut-silver wedding ring inlaid with marble chips and a pristine ironwood buckler.

Reveler Aleysa Schion, a Human Bard. She has crystal green eyes. Her red hair is long and fine, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has fair skin. She is fairly young for a Human. She is in good shape.

She is wearing a fire-blackened ebonwood quarter staff, a travel-worn songbook satchel, an ironwood buckler, a rhodonite fire sprite pendant, an sparkling white ring, a long mesh weapon harness, a sturdy black backpack, a deep blue woolen jacket fastened with carved rowan buttons bearing an embroidered Bards' Guild badge on one sleeve, a maroon hooded cloak of supple suede lined in ebony nightsilk, some wide-cuffed knee boots with polished brass buckles, a silky white blouse, a seafoam green skirt with a fine white lace overlay, an arm pouch stitched with a beautiful forest scene, a herb pouch sloppily embroidered with a unicorn pattern in gold-colored thread, a midnight black sheath, a black leather sheath, some tiny crystal rose earrings, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a commemorative brass pin, a delicate ivory silk hair ribbon tied at the ends with tiny golden bells, an onyx toe ring inlaid with a band of ivory, a red gold eyebrow ring, a silver eyebrow ring, a ruby red satin ribbon, a bloodstone signet ring, a silver-shot gauze sand veil, a glittering gold rose, a smokey black satin rosette, a sun-bleached tabard stitched with two dolphins, some sheer alabaster spidersilk stockings, an iron-spiked leather collar, a gold necklace displaying a tear-shaped blue diamond, a form-fitting beaded bodice with silken cross-straps, a woven grass belt, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a sprig of mistletoe, a pewter bracelet set with chips of pale green glass, an emerald bracelet, a carved ivory pick, a card collector's case, some padded leathers painted with multi-colored diamonds, a miniature wooden barrel and a lasmodi gwethdesuan.

Sorrower Amagaim Tailbiter, a Prydaen Empath. He has pointed ears and cat-slitted amber eyes. His blue-black mane is short and fine, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over his shoulders. He has black fur with silver points and a slender tail. He is young for a Prydaen.

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

He is holding some Burdock's ale in his right hand and Daisy's lamb stew in his left. He is wearing a dark gem pouch, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a midnight blue woolen cloak trimmed with gold braiding, a duffel bag, a quarterstaff, a white gold eyebrow ring, some sky blue leathers, a brilliant blue silk shirt with golden hook buttons, a deep blue leather belt with a circular gold buckle, a blue gem pouch, an herb pouch, a lumpy bundle, a black leather sheath, a silver wristcuff with an engraved clasp, a silver knotwork tailband, a pale yellow rose, a pair of midnight blue fitted trousers of soft brushed linen, a blue velvet coat, an oval shield and a cambrinth ring.

Broker Brynnhilde Oremsdottir of Therengia, a Human Trader. She has an oval face with a generous mouth, limpid blue eyes, a straight nose and dimples. Her golden hair is long and thick, and is worn loose. She has fair skin and a shapely figure. She is tall for a Human. She is young for a Human. She is in good shape.

She is holding a scorched parchment invitation curled around the stem of a delicate flame rose in her right hand. She is wearing a gold satin robe intricately embroidered with a Trader crest pattern in silver-colored thread and a silvery-white velvet pouch.

Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard. She has jade eyes. Her brunette hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. She has pale skin and a lissome figure. She is in her prime for a Human. She has a tattoo of a whirling sword dancer with dual blades raised in fierce salute on her leg. She is in good shape.

She is holding a mug of hot apple brandy in her right hand. She is wearing a blackened chain coif with a silvery steel eye-guard, a multi-colored tiered gypsy skirt that is gathered up high on one side, a forest green linen peasant blouse with a loose and daring neckline, some moss-green falconer's gauntlets, a forest-green linen gem pouch clasped with a polished deobar wren, a delicate platinum neithrel band wrapped with a harp string, a dark blue bandolier embroidered with an exquisitely detailed violin, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a patchwork gypsy drawstring purse, a piece of black string dangling a thin brass ring, a triple-stranded twisted pearl choker, a dainty silvery lace garter threaded with vivid blue ribbons, a platinum-edged flute case set with star-shaped diamonds, a silvery buckskin harness, a carved wren-engraved pick, a belled anklet, a filigreed gold bracelet studded with frost opals and hung with tiny bells, some hammered gold toe bells, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses and some silvered chain woven over the heart with steelsilk links forming a white dove bearing a broken sword.

Mystic Darkgaze of Elanthia, an Elothean. He has tilted almond-shaped mismatched eyes, one clear colored and one black. His white hair is shoulder length and fine, and is worn tied back. He has rosy skin. He is fairly young for an Elothean. He has some light stubble on his face. He is in good shape.

He is wearing a card collector's case, a fire-blackened ebonwood quarter staff, a heavy fur-lined cloak with a moonstone and opal clasp, a duffel bag, a chain balaclava, some mail gloves, a silver gilt hauberk, a cambrinth ring, a bloodstone ring, a diamond wedding ring, a lavaliere, a shoulder tube, a gold lapel pin shaped like a seven-pointed star, some fitted black wolfskin trousers, some boots, a delicate sandstone seal embossed with a closed golden eye, a dark gem pouch, a sailcloth vest trimmed with whalebone beads and gull feathers and a tower shield.

Dhaerk Dethlon of Zoluren, a Halfling.

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

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

He is holding a glass of taffelberry punch in his right hand and a warm apple tart in his left. He is wearing a lumpy bundle, a lumpy bundle, a twisted black cord dangling a silver band, a coral toe-ring, a hip pouch, a worn hooded cloak, a full-sleeved chamois shirt, some homespun knickers, a sturdy traveler's haversack, a leather sheath, a large sack and a sling.

Tale Singer Donalisa DeLondra of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen Bard. She has pointed ears and cat-slitted violet eyes. Her black mane is shoulder length and thick, and is worn loose. She has silver fur with black points with black stripes and a slender tail. She is young for a Prydaen. She is in good shape.

She is wearing an ironwood targe, some black gauntlets, a chain balaclava, a red gem pouch, a spherical cambrinth earring with a dangling silver disk, a slender glass bottle, a spiral silver neithrel band set with hematite stones, a fine chain hauberk painted with multi-colored diamonds, a polished wheel-shaped pendant, a silver panther-shaped ear whimsey, some onyx worry beads carved to resemble curled panthers, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots with dangling onyx panther charms, a cured leather sling stitched with musical notes, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a rich blue silk-covered case, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, an elegant white mesh backpack with dangling onyx musical note charms, a black leather bullwhip, a glimmering circlet of sweet gardenias entwined with crystal strands, a fiery scarlet haversack, a soft leather thigh pouch embroidered with a shimmering dragon playing a hunting horn, a furry rabbit's foot hanging from a delicate silver ribbon, an ornate ivory collar laced with dangling pearl cat charms and a deep black hooded cloak with a polished silver panther clasp.

Taleweaver Dreamheart Delaevan of Zoluren, a Human Bard. She has grey eyes. Her auburn hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn coiled in an upswept twist. She has fair skin. She is middle-aged for a Human. She has a tattoo of faint blue bite marks on her right wrist. She is in good shape.

She is wearing a yellow ribbon, a wren feather pick, an engraved remembrance bracelet, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, some perfect azure-scaled leathers, some black leggings, a pleated white blouse, a patchwork vest crafted from bits of colorful fabrics, a silken cloak in an oddly shifting shade of grey, some snug black suede boots with silver inlaid high-heels, an oval shield, a tear-drop crystal earring, a luminous dreamstone suspended from a fine crystal chain, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild and a snow white bag.

Eloya, an Elf.

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

He is wearing a camouflaged alaca chunenguti with a soft desumos hide grip, a long green hooded cloak, a silver ring, a shimmering black watersilk tunic, some steel-rimmed spectacles, a narrow jade collar, a midnight blue crystal amulet suspended from a narrow silver cord, a milky white albredine ring, a pair of dark leather pants laced with sinew, a sturdy black backpack, a worn leather arm sheath tooled with the image of a cobra wrapped around a sword, a leather ankle sheath, a snakeskin wrist sheath, an expertly tooled thigh sheath embossed with a burning phoenix, a hip pouch, some tight-fitting leathers and a cyan pouch.

Magess Elynndra of Elanthia, a Kaldaran Warrior Mage. She has crystal green eyes. Her dark brown hair is long and curly, and is worn loose. She has tanned skin. She is fairly young for a Kaldar. She is in good shape.

She is wearing a long pouch, an embroidery pouch, a emerald green lavaliere, a black backpack embroidered with stars and moons, an amethyst wedding ring, a generously cut yellow silk shirt laced loosely across the chest with glossy blue cord, an ornate scabbard, a target shield, a slender platinum cuff embellished with a dangling lightning bolt charm, some ankle-high Elven stalking boots, a red rose wristlet, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with a stylized dragon, a carved jade dragon pin with tiny faceted ruby eyes, a silken violet hair ribbon, a circlet of pale pink rosebuds and baby's breath, a lavender dagger sheath, a triskele medallion, a pair of emerald earrings, a domed cambrinth ring inlaid with a sleek obsidian wolf at rest, an ebony spidersilk pouch fastened with a silver lightning charm, a skirt, some chain legguards, a satinwood bones charm inlaid with ivory wrens, a chain shirt, a chain balaclava, some mail gloves, a twisted cambrinth armband and a twisted cambrinth armband.

Storyteller Ezirah Jy'ein, an Elf. She has pouting lips, pointed ears and thick-lashed dark eyes. Her auburn-streaked black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn untamed. She has translucent skin. She is young for an Elf. She is in good shape.

She is wearing a short bow, a reinforced applewood crossbow, a long paisley head scarf of weathered silk, a small fine gold hoop earring, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a white Mirth rose, a beveled turpeer, a sun-bleached white silk shirt with a froth of Elven lace at the cuffs, a midnight blue brocade corset accented with silver embroidery, a belted leather baldric, a crested gold thumb ring, an elegant black traveler's rucksack, a silver mail belt with dangling clusters of exotic silver coins, a pair of cropped dark silk pants that ride low on the hips, a dark hip-chain decorated with scorched driftwood effigies and smoke-blackened bells, a witch ball and a pair of polished black thigh boots with pointed toes and silver cinch buckles.

Drifter Feretto Shuurai, a Prydaen Ranger. She has pointed ears and cat-slitted clear colored eyes. Her silver mane is very long and straight, and is worn tied back in an intricate five-stranded braid. She has white fur with a silver belly with black stripes and a slender tail. She is young for a Prydaen.

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

She is wearing a longbow, a blood red silk sash, a crimson glass pony-shaped earring, a crimson glass pony-shaped anklet, a cobalt glass horse-shaped bracelet, an embossed quiver, a leather reinforced helm, some reinforced greaves, a sturdy gold backpack, a leather cuirbouilli coat, some burgundy leather leggings, a fang-tipped iron torque, a silver leather sheath, some scuffed moss green slippers, a green gem pouch, a cerise glass horse-shaped band, a celadon glass lirum-shaped bracelet, a woven leather belt with a large silver buckle bearing the Ranger Guild crest, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild and a gold ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild.

Taleweaver Kaity Henton of Elanthia, a Human Bard. She has amber eyes. Her golden brown hair is very long and curly, and is worn loose. She has fair skin. She is young for a Human.

She has faint scuffing to the left arm, cuts and bruises about the back.

She is holding a mug of honey-lemon tea in her right hand. She is wearing a ebony longbow, a pale pink diaphanous veil trimmed in seed pearls, some jet black leathers, a braided ivory ring bearing the crest of the Bard's Guild, a silver flute case, a black leather sheath, a carved pick, a silvery flute-shaped earring, a dew-kissed rose, a finely-woven pale rose wool cloak embroidered with tiny white starflowers, a diamond bracelet, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, a lacquered scarlet instrument case painted with golden wrens, a gauzy silver blouse with etched pink coral buttons, a delicate butterfly hairpin of silver filigree inlaid with fiery red and verdant green crystals, a wire and moonstone pin, a heavy silver charm bracelet, a pink diamond-studded brass tussie-mussie brooch, a delicate gold rose ring, an onyx toe ring inlaid with a band of ivory, a jet-black silk garter accented with a tiny ruby heart pierced with a diamond arrow, some pale pink silk slippers intricately embroidered in gold thread, some flowing pink silk pants gathered snug at the ankles with belled laces, a sleeveless pale pink silk bodice trimmed in tiny seed pearls, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a spidersilk drawstring pouch, a heart-shaped golden locket, some darned shell-pink socks, an azure hip pouch with the image of cresting waves picked out in crystal beading, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan and a pair of emerald earrings.

Dancer Katrinai Dainaan of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, an Elf. She has pointed ears and silver-flecked crystal green eyes. Her strawberry-streaked platinum hair is very long and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has fair skin. She is young for an Elf. She is in good shape.

She is holding a plump strawberry drizzled with chocolate in her right hand and a long-stemmed white rose in her left. She is wearing a silvery tree-etched pendant, a wide cambrinth armband engraved with rolling azure waves, a broad cambrinth armband carved with the likeness of a sanrisi tree, an herb pouch, a silver leather sheath, a crystal wren ring, a friendship ring formed from linked silver knots, a gold-inlaid silver neithrel band bearing a tri-stranded braided chain, a wren-etched ivory ring, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a carved silver pick, a hip pouch branded with the image of a single musical note, a tiny silver honeysuckle branch bearing myriad cornet-shaped blooms, some flowing pink silk pants gathered snug at the ankles with belled laces, a sleeveless pale pink silk bodice trimmed in tiny seed pearls, a slender toe ring woven with purple and green crystalline strands, a strand of musical note-shaped crystalline hair beads dyed a rainbow of iridescent hues, some polished silver toe bells enameled with violet morning glories, a lapis lazuli castanets bauble, a tightly linked silver hip-chain strung with silver bells shaped like instruments and some cross-strapped leather sandals with silver bells.

Dancer Kelela FyreDance of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen. She has tufted ears and cat-slitted dark eyes. Her red-streaked black mane is long and wavy, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has black fur with silver points with silver marbling and a slender tail. She is tiny for a Prydaen. She is young for a Prydaen. She is in good shape.

She is wearing a tarnished silver halo, a flame-colored tiger lily, some dangling golden earrings shaped like clusters of tiny acorns, a black crystal choker accented with dyed black gryphon feathers, an elegant necklace of opalescent scarlet and gold glass beads, a finely embossed black leather armband, a vivid gold-shot scarlet silk bustier with taut black laces, a scalloped golden chain bracelet with dangling golden bells, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, an enticing gypsy hip scarf clasped with a small ruby Prydaen, a diaphanous crimson gossamer skirt resplendent with golden scarves, a fragile scarlet lace garter threaded with golden ribbons, a scalloped golden chain anklet with dangling golden acorns, some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps, a gold silk scarf, a yellow silk scarf, a red silk scarf, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan and a night black haversack with a blackened steel clasp.

Mage Kotlik, an Elven Warrior Mage. He has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one crystal green and one crystal blue. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn unkempt. He has fair skin. He is young for an Elf. He has a scruffy growth of stubble on his face. He is in good shape.

He is holding a broadsword in his right hand. He is wearing a twisted cambrinth armband, a cambrinth ring, a cambrinth ring, some mail gloves, some moss-green crested leathers, a battered leather pack, a tooled leather weapons harness, a long purple hooded cloak, a ebony longbow, a red gold eyebrow ring, a silver wristcuff inset with a large black opal engraved with the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a full-sleeved linen shirt, some steel-toed boots burned with the crest of the Warrior Mage guild, a necklace, a cambric bag, a helm, a purple gem pouch and a fine silver chain.

Kryst, a Prydaen. She has pointed ears and cat-slitted eyes, one milky blue and one jade. Her golden brown mane is long and wavy, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. She has creamy white fur with a silver belly with silver rosettes and a slender tail. She is young for a Prydaen. She is in good shape.

She is wearing a pitch-black crossbow, a serpentine bronze tailband, a tooled leather weapons harness, a double-wrapped leather sword belt embossed with howling blood wolves, a fang-tipped wooden torque, a blood-wolf-pelt sheath, an umber brown finger claw gouged with deep fissures, a canvas gem pouch, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a worn golden medallion, a blackened silver ring forged in the shape of a dragon, a bronze armband, a leather ankle sheath, an herb pouch, some turquoise leather leggings, some polished black leather thigh boots adorned with large brass buckles, a goblin-skin headband, a long bearskin cloak, a studded leather collar, a sturdy backpack, a lumpy bundle, a leather-covered buckler, a blood-wolf-pelt sack and some supple hunting leathers.

Hedgewizard Kuert Kerbain of Ilithi, an Elothean. He has tilted almond-shaped mismatched eyes, one blue and one milky blue. His golden hair is long and straight, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. He has fair skin. He is in his prime for an Elothean. He has a long narrow mustache that droops to either side of the mouth on his upper lip and a long thin beard. He has a tattoo of a black dragon kneeling at the feet of a red-robed wizard on his chest. He is in good shape.

He is wearing some pebbled mail gauntlets, a pebbled chain balaclava, a cobraskin sheath wrapped with leather ties in a criss-cross pattern, a net duffel bag, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a white gold eyebrow ring, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild, a golden finger claw, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a dark green albredine ring, some steel-rimmed spectacles, a sickly, petrified chicken's leg with talons pointed in different directions, a grey-green mage's robe appliqued with brown felt leaves, a grey cotton sash, some dark leather boots embossed with the symbol of the Warrior Mage Guild, a longbow and a bronzed cambrinth ring bearing the crest of the Warrior Mage Guild.

Dancer Lorieanna Lassaugh, a Human Bard. She has crystal blue eyes. Her auburn hair is very long and wavy, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has fair skin. She is young for a Human.

She has faint scuffing to the left leg. She is in good shape.

She is holding a Taffelberry fizz in her right hand. She is wearing some silvery silk dancing slippers accented with tinted glass beads, a night-black skirt woven from fine gossamer accented with gold beads, some tawny gold leathers, a longbow, an oval shield, a blue gem pouch, a wren-etched ivory ring, a vivid gold-shot scarlet silk bustier with taut black laces, a polished Elven ivy anklet crafted from interlocking jade leaves, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, an ivory spidersilk garter edged in Elven lace and tiny seed pearls, an ice-blue mesh backpack with dangling silver star charms, a leather sheath, a heart-shaped golden locket, a royal blue suede instrument case buckled with a long tapestry shoulder-strap, a lacey choker tatted from golden silk threads fastened in place by a Bardic Spirit Knot, a carved gold pick, a mist-filled crystal globe hanging from a fine gold chain, a beribboned silvery silk pouch, a pair of long ironwood hairsticks carved with spiraling dragons, a feathered charm, some ivory spidersilk stockings, a brushed silver engagement ring set with a purple jade sphere and a hip pouch sloppily embroidered with a Bard crest pattern in gold-colored thread.

Poet Mckatelee Starryskye of Ilithi, an Elven Bard. She has pointed ears and violet eyes. Her honey hair is long and straight, and is worn loose. She has pale skin. She is young for an Elf. She is in good shape.

She is holding a snifter of applejack brandy in her left hand. She is wearing a wren feather pick, a simple platinum locket, a tiny silver iris tied with ombre ribbons fading from a pale lavender to deep blue, some perfect azure-scaled leathers, some polished silver toe bells enameled with violet morning glories, a blue brocade backpack embroidered along the straps with a wren-in-flight pattern, a black gem pouch, a polished band of etched platinum bordered by tiny diamonds, a gold-inlaid silver neithrel band bearing a tri-stranded braided chain, a jadeite gwethdesuan, some lavender silk stockings, a lavender amaryllis, a small ring of solid amethyst, a polished gold signet ring set with a rich ruby cabochon, a birch-paneled silver mitbiq case, a translucent amethyst bracelet, a platinum anklet strung with tiny lotus blossom charms, a black leather bandoleer, a black velvet pouch embroidered with deep purple lotus blossoms, a fluttering bardic blue silk ribbon holding a slender dryad charm, a gold knot bracelet adorned with a round cut amethyst, an anklet made of linked silver stars with dangling cambrinth moons, a deep-blue leather drum pouch painted with tiny singing wrens, a dark cambrinth armband inset with a multitude of tiny gemstone chips, a smoky jade armband etched with the image of shadowy cats, a front-laced silk corset adorned with tiny amethyst phofe flowers, a thigh quiver, some dark indigo boots, a filmy skirt of sheer lilac gauze over deep violet silk glittering with tiny mirrored roundels, a silken violet cloak with silvery green faeries embroidered along the hem, a tiny silver wild rose cradled on a bed of delicate saw-edged leaves and a mistwood short bow.

Storyteller Melodiel of Elanthia, an Elven Bard. She has pointed ears and crystal green eyes. Her amber hair is very long and thick, and is worn loose. She has fair skin. She is young for an Elf.

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

She is holding a mug of Cinnamon-Peach mead in her right hand. She is wearing a lumpy bundle, an oval shield, a chain shirt, a carved gold pick, a black and burgundy striped backpack with a golden starburst clasp, some chain greaves, an ornate scabbard, some burgundy leather boots accented with beaded gold starbursts, a snug burgundy dress of soft suede front-laced with dark leather cords, a wren-etched ivory ring, a maroon herb pouch and a black gem pouch.

Huntress Motarra Iidoon of Elanthia, an Elothean. She has tilted almond-shaped gold eyes. Her amber hair is long and straight, and is worn braided. She has copper skin. She is in her prime for an Elothean. She has a tattoo of a dark wolf with gold eyes chasing a mischievious raccoon while carrying a vine of climbing roses in its mouth on her thigh.

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

She is holding some glowing Elothean windhaze in her right hand and a scorched parchment invitation curled around the stem of a delicate flame rose in her left. She is wearing some black leather gauntlets banded with brushed platinum, a Dwarven mining cowl, some amber gold leathers, an engraved silver button, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a smooth cambrinth badge with some words carved in it, a matte black ironwood targe, a pewter charm hung from a black leather cord, an archer's thumbguard, a witch ball, a braided silver cloak pin inset with a polished amber longbow, a platinum medallion engraved with the image of a large wolf standing in a forest, a woven silver hip chain adorned with polished amber beads, a polished black leather belt with a silver raccoon buckle, a black gem pouch, a dark brown leather fletching pouch with an image branded into it, some leather braid covers decorated with owl feathers, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a pale carved wooden armband with a single dangling owl feather, some amber worry beads carved to resemble owls, a dark cashmere cloak interlaced with platinum threads, a black spidersilk hair wrap strung with amber beads, an ivory spidersilk shirt with long billowing sleeves, some black leather leggings adorned with a string of dark crystal beads, a deep ebony lockpick case set with smooth onyx plates labeled "Nawty Toyz", a red gold eyebrow ring, a silver and amethyst ring inset with a cambrinth crystal carved in the shape of a wolf's head, a silver-inlaid thigh quiver, a diminutive platinum toad, a black leather bullwhip, a pair of polished black leather boots which button down the side, a black leather weapons harness detailed with inlaid and embroidered images, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack and a deep ebony scarab amulet inset with emerald eyes.

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

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

Sorrower Nimeesha Medycia of Elanthia, an Elothean. She has tilted almond-shaped silver eyes. Her blue-black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. She has fair skin. She is fairly young for an Elothean.

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

She is wearing a dainty pair of translucent wings sprinkled with fire opals and pearls, an Empath "Off-duty" button, a glimmering circlet of dainty lyrandria blossoms entwined with crystal strands, a brushed gold ferroniere inset with a small fire opal, an exquisite crystal wedding band set with a faceted ruby heart sprouting wings, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a jadeite gwethdesuan, some golden leathers, a canvas book bag, a carved lunat staff topped with a silver unicorn, an elaborate mahogany and nightsilk doll dungeon hung from a shoulder strap, a golden silk handfasting cord swathed in sheer black lace, some hammered gold toe bells, some flowing silk gauze trousers, an ivory faille pouch, a pale ivory silk gem pouch clasped with a golden unicorn, an embroidered faille pouch, an immense Gor'Tog-sized nightsilk shirt embroidered with golden-winged unicorns, a fragrant white moonflower, a heart-shaped golden locket, a cambrinth shadowling charm suspended from a black satin cord, a milky glass unicorn suspended from a fragile chain, a creamy hulnik linen hooded cloak trimmed with a border of richly embroidered purple silk and the image of a silvery unicorn prancing upon a field of clover, some smooth duck slippers with short fuzz smoothed back to look like feathers and a golden haversack.

Student Orfen Gemclear, a Gnome Moon Mage. He has crystal blue eyes. He has thinning white hair and copper skin. He is young for a Gnome. He has an elegantly trimmed mustache on his upper lip and a long, thick full beard. He is in good shape.

He is wearing a fine mesh backpack, a Nisha short bow, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a target shield, some jet black sluagh-hide leathers, a twisted cambrinth armband, an obsidian armband inset with a pattern of crystal stars, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a puce wool hood, a green gem pouch, some homemade patchwork leggings, a faded chambray shirt, a dark blue ankle sheath bearing a black stylized dragon, a thigh bag, a map case, a spiral-carved ironwood starchart tube, a miniature dragon crafted from semi-precious stones, a rough leather tinker's sack, an amber-scaled hide telescope case and some thin-framed spectacles.

Troubadour Raziaar Dvinegus, a Human. He has blue eyes. His golden brown hair is short and wavy, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has tanned skin and an athletic build. He is young for a Human. He has a long, narrow, evenly trimmed mustache that falls to either side of the mouth on his upper lip and a long, narrow elegantly trimmed goatee. He has a tattoo of two large intertwining snakes one with midnight black scales highlighted in silver and the other skeletal on his arm. He is in good shape.

He is wearing some midnight black plate, a brass pendant-orlog on a matching chain, a gold anniversary ring with a sparkling sapphire surrounded by diamond chips, a silver neithrel band embellished with sapphires, a sturdy backpack, a blackened steel locket, a painted flute case of blackened steel bordered with bones of myriad sizes, a platinum engagement ring set with a brilliant diamond rose, an elegant black gentleman's greatcloak, a carved black pick, a crystal figurine of a beautiful dancing female suspended from a fine gold chain, a steel-studded weapons belt, a sprig of mistletoe, some midnight black gauntlets, some midnight black greaves, a midnight black helm, some midnight-black steel-toed war boots with sigils burned into their sides, a charcoal and blue plaid kilt and a dashing black dueling shirt with a shadow-lace ruffled neckline.

Ryskien VanWasshen of Ratha, a Human.

You cannot make out his features with the clothing he is wearing. He has a tattoo of a dragon made of blue ice breathing white flames on his arm. He is in good shape.

He is holding an engraved silver tankard in his right hand. He is wearing some thigh-length dryad-skin boots, a leather wrapped composite bow, a pure white doeskin tunic, a black leather split-strap sword belt with silver inlays, a long dark hooded cloak, a slender silver eyebrow ring, a platinum nose ring, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild, a mist grey journey pack, a green gem pouch, an oilcloth drum pouch, a mist grey arm pouch, a studded greatsword harness, a brass pin, a spiraling silver armband inscribed "Kaith Kirm Champion, Qi'Reshalia, 374 AV", an elegant mahogany grooming kit with sturdy black leather straps, an archer's brace pad made of silver-stitched pard leather, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a dark blue bandana, a diamond stud, a hammered steel torque capped with polished hematite, a delicate silver necklace with an arrowhead charm, a simple silver bracer, a woven grass thigh quiver, some smoke grey doeskin pants, some oiled leathers and a tarnished silver whiskey flask.

Caretaker Saerhyn Nyxaevion, an Elven Empath. He has pointed ears and violet eyes. His snow-white-streaked silver hair is very long and wavy, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. He has fair skin. He is young for an Elf. He is clean shaven. He is in good shape.

He is wearing a silver satin sash sloppily embroidered with a unicorn pattern in purple thread, an iron-spiked leather collar, a black leather belt, some black hip boots, some ebony gossamer trousses, a pair of amethyst earrings, some amethyst armbands, an amethyst lavaliere, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a hip pouch, a silver satin hooded cloak, a small herb pouch embroidered with the crest of Sraan Mhhg, a clinging gossamer shirt, some soft silvery moufles, an amethyst circlet, a mesh sack, a fine mesh backpack and an amethyst wedding ring.

Shadow Sarabyn Lamis, an Elf. She has pointed ears and dark eyes. Her dark brown hair is shoulder length and fine, and is worn unkempt. She has dark skin. She is young for an Elf. She has a tattoo of a wild silvery horse galloping across a golden sandy beach on her shoulder.

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

She is wearing a lustrous ebony spellbook case inset with silvery crystal stars, an indigo gem pouch, some soft black leathers, a black velvet pouch embroidered with deep purple lotus blossoms, some dainty combs of polished horn etched with violets, an ivory charm dangling from a braided leather wristlet and a mahogany brown pack.

Mesmerist Sephernia Wolfleriel of Zoluren, a Human Moon Mage. She has a generous mouth, silver-flecked crystal blue eyes and dimples. Her auburn-streaked dark brown hair is very long and thick, and is worn arranged in ringlets. She has fair skin. She is young for a Human. She has a tattoo of a pair of serpents entwined around a hemlock blossom on her neck. She is in good shape.

She is wearing some black suede pants trimmed with carved bone buttons, a white silk shirt, a slender gold circlet set with an oval-cut cabochon sapphire, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a long mesh weapon harness, a lustrous gold ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, an ivory Hope rose, a platinum-brushed black ironwood spellbook case engraved with a rampaging dragon, a jet black snakeskin pouch, a thigh pouch, a cambrinth armband with silver filigree tracery and cabochon gemstone moons, a heavy gold ankle-chain from which dangle dozens of colorful glass charms, a sapphire unicorn earring, an ivory spidersilk garter edged in Elven lace and tiny seed pearls, some silk stockings, a blue diamond choker, some black thigh boots, a platinum ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a jet black snakeskin sack, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan and a sturdy blue backpack.

Sensitive Syranna Medycia, a Human Empath. She has amber eyes. Her black hair is long and wavy, and is worn loosely piled atop her head. She has tanned skin. She is in her prime for a Human.

She has an occasional twitching in the neck, a constant twitching in the right arm, minor swelling and bruising around the left arm compounded by cuts and bruises about the left arm, a constant twitching in the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, some faint scars along the right leg, a constant twitching in the left leg, some tiny scars across the right hand, minor swelling and bruising around the left hand compounded by cuts and bruises about the left hand, a partially paralyzed left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, a constant twitching in the chest area, severe scarring along the abdomen, an occasional twitching in the right eye.

She is wearing a graceful pair of iridescent gossamer wings interlaced with crystals and pearls, a soft colorful haversack adorned with gauzy ribbons and crystal beads, an elegant ivory doll castle with spiraling crystal towers slung by a silken strap, a silk-lined bodice purse, a creamy hulnik linen hooded cloak trimmed with a border of richly embroidered purple silk and the image of a silvery unicorn prancing upon a field of clover, some tiny gold toe bells engraved with moons and stars, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, some ivory satin slippers embraced in a band of golden silk, a pearly-white silken handfasting cord adorned with two golden charms, a high-waisted ivory gown with touches of gold embroidery at the throat and waist, a glittering gold torque attached to a delicately incised spherical bell, an exquisite crystal wedding band set with a faceted ruby heart sprouting wings and a glimmering circlet of exquisite wyndeflower blossoms entwined with crystal strands.

Tashya Talyonoushka of the Tavern Troupe Performing Order, a Prydaen. She has pointed ears and thick-lashed cat-slitted moss-green eyes. Her amber-streaked golden mane is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has golden fur and a slender tail. She is young for a Prydaen.

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

She is wearing a pale white jasmine, some smoky grey pearl earrings framed by tiny diamonds, an ivory charm dangling from a braided leather wristlet, a braided leather wristband, a tightly laced white silk corset with flirty ruffles along the hem, a shimmering black watersilk gown, a graceful white hip scarf artfully embroidered and fringed in silver and gold, a stylish white jasmine tailband, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a hip-slung scroll case festooned with a knotted fringe border, a blackened chainmail robe edged with silver filigree links, a black leather weapons belt inlaid with ivory scrollwork, a forester's crossbow and an emblazoned tower shield.

Novice Thorsan, a Halfling Moon Mage. He has amber eyes. His dark brown hair is long and thick, and is worn pulled back in a multitude of beaded braids. He has rosy skin. He has a twining desert rose painted across the left half of his face. He is a kneebiter for a Halfling. He has a short scruffy mustache on his upper lip and a short rough beard. He is in good shape.

He is holding a cinnamon-scented cushion upholstered in deep red velvet in his left hand. He is wearing some seafoam kidskin moccasins, some pink pantaloons, some full double leather, a hat woven from dune grass with shells dangling from the brim, a Dne tartan cloak, a red dagger sheath, a dusky blue twill backpack, an overtunic, some woolen tights, a foraging apron and a vivid crimson sash edged with a deep knotwork fringe.

Troubadour Useff Budna-DeMooren, an Elven Bard. He has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one gold and one hazel. His brunette hair is long and fine, and is worn loose. He has dark skin. He is young for an Elf. He is in good shape.

He is holding a gold-hilted scimitar in his right hand. He is wearing a black velvet gem pouch with a jade dragon clasp, a pair of black hiking boots, some jet black leather pants, a cord of dark silk dangling an inscribed golden band, some dark leathers painted with a red and silver device, a wide leather utility belt tooled with the Estate Holder's crest, a crystal wolf armband, a platinum ring, a polished silver signet ring set with a rich sapphire cabochon, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a lunch pail painted with images of feasting dragons, a leather libation caddy designed to resemble a big mug of foamy stout, a monogrammed leather weapons harness, a voluminous black greatcloak embroidered with writhing dragons, a shaped obsidian pick, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a travel-worn black leather backpack that has "Will Play For Stout" embedded along the top flap in silver inlay, an obsidian wedding band inset with jade and a sparkling diamond, a platinum dragon head amulet with emerald green eyes that seem to blink sleepily, some cylindrical ruby cufflinks set with diamond stars, a dashing linen shirt stitched with brilliant multi-colored silk threads, a black leather jacket with a foamy pint of stout embroidered on the sleeve and a forester's crossbow.

Vladlena Schwartzhexe, an Elven Bard. She has pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one jade and one black. Her black hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn tousled. She has fair skin. She is young for an Elf.

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

She is wearing a soft fur rucksack with dangling white fox tails, an ivory spidersilk garter edged in Elven lace and tiny seed pearls, a black satin gem pouch clasped with a silver ruby-eyed scorpion, a pair of emerald earrings, a black leather sheath, a pair of ebony silken slippers with slightly curled toes, a pitch-black crossbow, some supple hunting leathers, a rich sable spidersilk gown sewn with a faint background pattern of cobwebs and a target shield.

Battle Empath Wheller Herbmaster of Elanthia, an Elothean Empath. He has tilted almond-shaped violet eyes. His silver hair is shoulder length and fine with a white streak running through it, and is worn tousled. He has dark skin. He is middle-aged for an Elothean. He has a long thin mustache on his upper lip and a thin beard. He has a tattoo of an open hand reaching out to provide comfort, a wreath of healing herbs resting in the palm, on his hand.

He has some faint scars along the head, faint scuffing to the neck, some tiny scars across the left leg, some faint scars along the chest. He is in good shape.

He is holding a snifter of wildberry brandy in his right hand. He is wearing a carved pick, a hide-covered shield, a platinum ring, a loose white mage's robe with dagged sleeves embroidered with the Wind Elf glyph for eagles' wings, a wide dwarven mining belt of sturdy worn leather, a sturdy black backpack and a duffel bag.

Won of Elanthia, a Human Bard. She has jade eyes. Her red hair is long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has fair skin. She is young for a Human.

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

She is wearing a green leather hat, a hairpin, a cambrinth ring, a duffel bag, a crude serpent-skin pouch, a wide leather utility belt tooled with the Estate Holder's crest, a jade green gown, some jade leather leggings, a green hooded cloak, a paper-covered brass button, some black long gloves, a heavy crossbow, some red thigh boots, a shiny pig anklet, a carved pick, an elegant carapace eyepatch, a delicate gold necklace with a small Bard Guild crest charm, a shagreen instrument case embossed with the golden emblem of the Bards' Guild, a braided horsehair bracelet, a leather sheath, a lavaliere, a leather reinforced aventail, a diamond band, a pair of emerald earrings and some bone-white socks.

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

She is holding a mug of frothy beer in her right hand. She is wearing a fire-blackened ebonwood quarter staff, a darkened teak light crossbow with a black leather-wrapped grip, some leather ankle boots with dangling bronze charms around the cuffs, a crystal figurine of an armor-clad man suspended from a fine gold chain, a gold anniversary ring with a sparkling sapphire surrounded by diamond chips, a black suede garter with narrow silver buckles, a heart-shaped golden locket, a golden silk handfasting cord swathed in sheer black lace, a black tankard-shaped badge etched with the insignia of the Tavern Troupe, a Bardic Soul Knot ear-stud, a slender silver knotwork band, a spiral silver neithrel band set with small fire opals, a black spidersilk backpack, a chain hauberk, a dark silk cloak embroidered with a jade green dragon set with ruby eyes, a night black haversack with a blackened steel clasp, a thigh quiver, an herb pouch, a pair of red and gold diaphanous nightsilk pantaloons tied at the top with a golden silk cord and a vivid gold-shot scarlet silk bustier with taut black laces.

Mage Zapfest of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Warrior Mage. He has slitted jade eyes, red-gold scales and a slender tail. He is fairly young for a S'Kra Mur. He is in good shape.

He is holding a steel-hilted scimitar in his left hand. He is wearing a silver grey sheath, a cambrinth ring, a forest green canvas pack painted with the image of a flying red dragon, an oil-tanned dark leather weapon harness, a black gem pouch, a blackened chainmail robe, some blackened chain shin-guards, a leather reinforced helm, a canvas sack, an amethyst ring, a tightly cuffed billowy-sleeved sky blue cotton gauze shirt, an ebony short bow and some riding boots.